Like all gangsters who have gone astray since childhood, Naranga had a terrible childhood.

Naranga, whose mother died early, his father's domestic violence, and who was unsupervised and abused, dropped out of school early and wandered the streets, but was eventually betrayed by his trusted social brother and entered the juvenile detention center in great misery.

Because of this, he witnessed the darkest moment of his life at the age of 14.

And at this time, Bugarati appeared.

Bugarati took in the homeless Naranga, invited him to eat pasta, helped him treat his eye ailment, and persuaded him to stay away from the gangsters and go home to study.

But after such a complicated life, Naranga couldn't go back.

He regarded the man who had saved his life as a god, and tried every means to join the organization through trials and serve his "idol".

Because of Bugarati, Naranga became powerful.

As long as it is Bugarati's meaning, whether it is a fight or a killing, he can do it.

However, it is also because of Bugarati....

Because of that strong and gentle man, Naranga, who fell into the dark hand at a young age, has always had a light in his heart.

Unfortunately, the light has now killed him.

"Shoot the fuel tank and the guy in the car will be killed."

"If I don't shoot, I'll be killed by the virus."

"How do you choose?"

In the midst of life and death, Naranga was faced with such a difficult choice.

If it weren't for that light in my heart, as a member of the mafia, this question shouldn't have been a problem at all.

But he died on it.

"Why didn't you shoot?"

Looking at Naranga, who was trembling and purple under the torture of the virus, Giorno asked with emotion:

"Do you know the guy in the car well?"

"No..."

Giorno took a closer look at Misda, who was lying in the car:

"I don't know why this guy is here, but as far as I know, he's just a passerby who has nothing to do with the mafia."

"yes..."

Naranga gasped:

"I didn't know him at all."

"He was only brought here after being knocked unconscious because he provoked us for some reason."

Hearing this, Giorno's gaze became even more complicated:

"So not only does he have nothing to do with you, but he's barely your enemy."

"So..."

"Why didn't you shoot?"

"Shoot and blow up the fuel tank to kill this outsider, won't you and your companions survive?"

"I... I don't know! Ahem... Ahem..."

Naranga coughed violently, and the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth became more and more distinct:

"Don't ask me such complicated questions."

"I haven't had a bad brain since I was a child, I can't read at school, I will upset my father at home, and I will be fooled when I am a gangster..."

"I'm so clumsy, I don't think so much at all..."

"Why, you ask?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just did it in such a daze!"

As he spoke, he completely lost the strength to support his body, and lay on the ground weakly like a slug about to be sunburned.

"Hey, hey... Naranga. ”

"And what about me... Aren't you the stupidest guy in this story? ”

"Obviously I can survive..."

Fogg laughed and cursed weakly, but his voice gradually faded into nothingness like his own fading life.

In the same way, the sparkle in Naranga's eyes gradually faded.

The virus was devouring the lives of both of them, and even the disgusting horrible herpes had appeared on their fleshy and deformed bodies.

And at this moment...

"Did you say before that this purple poisonous smoke is a 'virus'?"

Giorno asked so suddenly.

"Yes."

Fogg subconsciously responded, but immediately closed his mouth.

His life was almost gone, and he just wanted to die with less effort.

However, Giorno only used a short sentence to recall him back to his state of returning to the light:

"If it's a virus, I might have a way to save you."

As he spoke, the gold experience appeared in the void, and he cautiously walked to the side of Fugar and Naranga.

"Big wood, big wood, big wood!"

The golden fist shadow swung towards Naranga, the red silk scarf on Naranga's head to be exact.

This ordinary red turban was infused with powerful vitality, and in just one breath, it turned into a small snake with its tail flicking and spitting letters, lying on Naranga's head.

"Y-What are you doing?!"

Naranga couldn't take the strange feeling of a snake on his head.

If it weren't for the fact that he really didn't have the strength, he would have wanted to jump up from the ground and kill people by now.

But Giorno said unhurriedly:

"See?"

"This snake was born from you, the 'source of the disease', and it can live well even if it comes into close contact with the virus."

He ordered the Golden Experience to slowly lift the snake up:

"You know, what that means?"

Naranga: "??? ”

"I see!" Fuge's pupils shrank suddenly: "It's 'immunity'!" ”

"Animals in nature can evolve to adapt to their environment, even in places where many humans can't."

"This snake... This snake was born from a zone contaminated with the virus, and it has evolved natural immunity against this killer virus! ”

"And from the cells or blood of immune-capable organisms..."

"You can extract the serum that stops the virus from multiplying!"

"That's right."

Giorno glanced approvingly at Fogg, and then commanded the Golden Experience:

"Golden Experience!"

"Extract the serum from the blood of this snake and inject it into the bodies of these two guys!"

As soon as the voice fell, I don't know what the principle is...

The Golden Experience first poked a trace of blood out of the little snake's body with lightning speed, and then used his fingers like a medical syringe to inject the fresh blood into the bodies of Fogh and Naranga in turn.

"Whoa..."

Phogar and Naranga, who had been injected with the virus serum, immediately let out a wail of pain.

However, in the midst of this unbearable pain, their pale and blood-lost faces suddenly turned rosy.

At the same time, the horrible herpes growing on their skin quickly subsided, and their breathing and blood circulation became smoother.

"Really... Really cured? ”

"We survived!"

Once again, Fogg and Naranga experienced the thrill of near-death.

And after the subconscious excitement, they couldn't help but look at Giorno at the same time:

"Egg roll head..."

"Why did you save us?"

"We've almost killed your enemies several times!"

"Indeed."

"Judging by the murderous intent you showed me, even if you die because of the festering of the virus, it is not worth regretting."

Giorno's voice was still calm, and his eyes were as clear as water: "But..."

He looked at Fogg and Naranga with these brilliant eyes, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You have also mentioned the name 'Bugarati' before, and it is clear that you are his companions."

"For some inexplicable reason, I needed to ask this man for help."

"But..."

Giorno said one more but:

"Bugarati is not that important in my heart, and I will not be kind because of a name."

"It is you who really let me choose to save you."

"This guy who plays with airplanes, to be exact—he has an instinct, an instinct that moves before the brain thinks."

"A guy with this instinct, no matter what his identity or position, he will not be too bad."

"So, it gave me a gut feeling..."

He stepped forward and slowly stretched out his hand:

"Naranga, Fugar."

"We might be able to be companions."