"The enemy has a Stand ability that can create illusions. If too many of us go in at once, we'll be split up and defeated individually. It's better if Jotaro, Kakyoin, and I scout ahead, while the rest of you stay outside and be ready to provide backup," Joseph suggested.
Even with a thorough understanding of the enemy's abilities, Joseph did not let his guard down. Even when confident, he always chose the most cautious strategy.
"If it's just illusions, there's nothing to worry about. No illusion can fool my eyes," Borsalino calmly interjected.
As a master of top-tier Observation Haki, Borsalino could sense everything around him with unparalleled precision. Even if his five senses were completely blocked, he could still rely on his Haki to fight effectively.
Unless the enemy's Observation Haki surpassed his and could also deceive his ability, no illusion—no matter how realistic—would have any effect on him.
Besides, the enemy's Stand ability could only create illusions to deceive vision. It couldn't even fool the sense of smell of Iggy, the dog. How could they possibly stand against Borsalino?
"Alright then, everyone, stay alert and proceed carefully," Joseph finally agreed reluctantly after noticing that Jotaro, who was usually reliable, did not object. Clenching his teeth, he led the group into DIO's mansion.
However, the moment they stepped inside, the surroundings abruptly transformed into an endless abyss!
Whoosh!
Before anyone could react, a dazzling flash of light swept through the area. The bottomless abyss instantly disappeared, and their surroundings reverted to the entrance of the mansion.
"Ahhhh!"
At that moment, Polnareff's delayed scream rang out. Faced with the slightly amused looks of his teammates, Polnareff wished he could stab the illusion-casting enemy into a beehive.
"That illusion-casting Stand user..."
Joseph squinted at Borsalino with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. Even now, he couldn't figure out what had just happened.
In his mind, however, he was certain that the sudden dispelling of the illusion must have been due to Borsalino.
"Handled it. Just a quick cleanup," Borsalino replied casually.
Attempting to deceive someone with illusions in front of a master of top-tier Observation Haki was nothing short of a death wish.
"Move forward!" Jotaro commanded, his focus unshaken. He had no intention of dwelling on the defeated enemy. His sole target was DIO.
No one objected. The group was now eager to push forward, overcome DIO's remaining minions, and end this nightmare once and for all.
Soon, the group found themselves standing before a grand hall.
Awaiting them inside was the mansion's first true opponent.
"Welcome, esteemed guests. I am Telence T. D'Arby, Lord DIO's butler."
A young man with distinct markings on his forehead, nose, and chin rose from his seat. Despite facing six intruders and a dog, D'Arby appeared completely at ease.
"Daniel J. D'Arby—what's your connection to him?" Joseph asked calmly. Knowing how dangerous D'Arby's Stand ability was, the experienced veteran tried to unsettle him.
"My useless older brother managed to make an impression on you? At least his death wasn't entirely in vain."
D'Arby smirked, seemingly unfazed by Joseph's attempt to throw him off balance.
These followers of DIO were pure evil. Ordinary human emotions were nothing but a weakness to them.
"Stop wasting time with him. Let me take him down!"
Polnareff, still stinging from his earlier embarrassment, stepped forward with determination. His Stand, Silver Chariot, charged directly at D'Arby.
"Ah, that won't do… As Lord DIO's butler, letting you through here would be far too negligent of me," D'Arby said with a sly grin.
Using his Stand ability, D'Arby flawlessly predicted Silver Chariot's movements, dodging Polnareff's relentless attacks with ease.
The group's expressions darkened.
They had already known D'Arby's Stand could read minds to some extent, but facing it firsthand was proving incredibly difficult.
And this was only one aspect of his ability. Without prior knowledge of D'Arby's powers, defeating him would have been nearly impossible.
"Dammit! If you're so confident, stop dodging and fight me head-on!" Polnareff roared in frustration, his temper flaring.
With DIO's lair so close, being stalled by D'Arby was infuriating. The longer the fight dragged on, the more agitated he became.
"That won't do. How about we play a game instead? If you can beat me in a video game, I might consider letting you pass..."
D'Arby spoke with a sly grin, his mind already scheming.
With so many Stand users here, turning them into puppets would be absolutely thrilling.
His collection didn't have many Stand users, let alone ones like Joseph and Jotaro from the Joestar family. If he could deliver their bloodlines to Lord DIO, DIO would surely view him in a new light!
"A mind-reading ability, huh? Too bad you're such a scumbag. Otherwise, you'd make a great human polygraph..."
Borsalino exchanged a glance with Jotaro and then stepped forward.
Although the dimensional chat group had already provided strategies for defeating D'Arby, Jotaro wasn't willing to take risks. D'Arby's ability was simply too dangerous, and having seen his companions' 'deaths' in those illusions, Jotaro didn't want to gamble again.
Borsalino didn't mind helping out.
Even though he was used to slacking off, he'd carried the name of justice as a marine for decades.
To him, DIO and his henchmen were like red-named enemies in a game, generating automatic hostility. It only made sense to strike them down on sight.
"Heh, still trying? Let me guess—you'll attack left... right... or maybe the center..."
D'Arby's confident smile slowly vanished. His assured demeanor stiffened as he looked at Borsalino. The smugness in his eyes turned to fear.
Although Borsalino merely raised a single finger, D'Arby reacted as though he were witnessing the apocalypse itself.
"No need to guess. I have a hard time making decisions, so I prefer to choose all of the above!"
A dazzling light appeared at Borsalino's fingertip. In the next instant, countless beams of light erupted, showering the room like a deadly web.
D'Arby had no chance to dodge, counter, or even escape. The onslaught of light pierced through him like a sieve, eliminating any opportunity for resistance.
This attack was something Borsalino had developed before mastering Observation Haki. The only way to survive it was to endure it head-on with raw defense.
Clearly, D'Arby wasn't built for taking hits.
With a single strike, Borsalino wiped out the troublesome Stand user.
At last, Jotaro's companions began to understand just how powerful the ally Jotaro had brought with him truly was.
"A...amazing..."
Polnareff couldn't help but exclaim in awe. Although Borsalino was just a helper invited by Jotaro, the strength he displayed was absolutely astonishing!
Even against a Stand user with such an incredibly powerful ability, Borsalino effortlessly overpowered them as if it were nothing.
"His speed is incredible... even for a special Stand, this is just too much... and that destructive power..."
Kakyoin widened his eyes as he looked at the massive hole now exposing the outside scenery, a result of countless walls being obliterated by Borsalino's attack.
Given their current location, it was clear that Borsalino had almost blasted straight through the entire mansion!
At the very moment of D'Arby's death, DIO, who had been reclining on a lavish, fringed canopy bed while reading a book, suddenly furrowed his brows.
"Lord DIO?" Vanilla Ice, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward and waited dutifully for instructions from the one he revered above all else.
"D'Arby is dead. Our guests certainly know how to surprise me," DIO remarked, closing the book in his hands.
The face that still retained traces of his youthful beauty now bore a devilishly charming smile.
As expected of the Joestar family. Even after 100 years, Jonathan's bloodline hadn't failed to impress him.
"Please allow me to eliminate these unwelcome visitors!"
Vanilla Ice's expression turned cold as he knelt respectfully before DIO.
Even knowing that these intruders had the power to kill D'Arby in an instant, Vanilla Ice showed no hesitation.
If it was for Lord DIO, even death held no fear.
"They are indeed a troublesome group... But if it's you... Kill yourself, Vanilla. Give your blood to me."
DIO cast a sidelong glance at Vanilla Ice.
For a subordinate so loyal, even a villain like DIO didn't mind bestowing a small "gift" in return.
If anyone else had heard their revered leader ask them to commit suicide, they might have immediately turned traitor or, at the very least, felt doubt.
"As you wish, Lord DIO."
Yet Vanilla Ice didn't hesitate in the slightest.
He even went so far as to find a container to collect his own blood before using his Stand to sever his own neck.
Meanwhile, after taking care of D'Arby, who had tried to block their way, Jotaro and his group bypassed the destroyed staircase and, under Joseph's guidance, advanced toward DIO's hiding place.
"Hm?"
But after just a few steps, Borsalino suddenly came to a halt.
"Mr. Borsalino?"
At this point, Avdol had fully realized just how powerful the helper Jotaro had brought along truly was. Seeing Borsalino stop, even though he himself couldn't sense anything amiss, Avdol instinctively raised his guard.
"Well... do you all enjoy bungee jumping?"
Borsalino glanced at the floor beneath their feet as he spoke.
"What?"
Joseph was momentarily stunned, but before he could respond, the ground beneath them began to shake violently.
The Stardust Crusaders had barely registered what was happening when the floor gave way with a thunderous crash.
*Boom!*
Tons of bricks and rubble collapsed along with the floor. Kakyoin quickly summoned his Stand to try to shield his companions, but before Hierophant Green could extend far enough, an even larger collapse caused nearly half the mansion to crumble into ruins.
Even Stand users, faced with such an abrupt disaster, could only focus on protecting themselves as best they could.
"That was truly dangerous... I almost died..."
As the dust settled, only Borsalino remained, floating effortlessly in midair where the Stardust Crusaders had been moments before.
Looking down at the rubble-strewn remains of the mansion, he spoke with an air of casual indifference.
If one looked closely, they would notice that the tips of Borsalino's toes occasionally tapped the air, creating ultra-small-scale air explosions that propelled his body back into position mid-fall.
Because the movements were so fast and subtle, it gave the illusion that he was floating motionlessly in midair.
"What remarkable body control and explosive power. No wonder D'Arby died at your hands—it was inevitable..."
From the shadows of a dark corridor, accompanied by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps, a man clad in golden attire emerged. It was DIO, clapping his hands as he walked forward.
Though D'Arby had clear personality flaws and overly relied on his Stand, someone capable of killing him instantly—like Borsalino—had warranted DIO's personal appearance.
At first glance, DIO couldn't help but admit that D'Arby's death was completely deserved.
Even with his own superhuman strength and agility, DIO had never conceived of the idea of achieving flight through such a simple, brute-force technique as air-stepping.
What an astonishing physique. Especially considering how minuscule Borsalino's toe movements were—barely perceptible.
Even though DIO was seeing Rokushiki, a technique from another world, for the first time, he could easily grasp how incredibly difficult it was.
"You must be DIO?"
Borsalino, intrigued, studied the man standing arrogantly in the corridor. That slight backward-leaning, overconfident posture was, to be honest, quite punchable.
"Tell me your name. A man capable of easily defeating D'Arby has earned the right for me, DIO, to know it!"
DIO's lips curved into a confident smile.
And he certainly had reasons to be confident. Whether it was his superhuman strength and intelligence, his immortality, or his mastery of The World, DIO had powers that could drive anyone to madness.
Even someone as powerful as Vanilla Ice willingly sacrificed himself for DIO.
"What the fuck..." Borsalino muttered in a low voice
He almost couldn't help covering his face. It was difficult to imagine, without experiencing it firsthand, just how awkward DIO's presence could be.
And yet, DIO himself remained completely oblivious to it. In other words, as long as DIO didn't feel embarrassed, the one left feeling awkward was Borsalino.
"It's fine if you don't want to say your name. Since you've come here with them, I imagine you already know enough about me, DIO. Wealth, power, strength, even eternal life—whatever you desire, I, DIO, can give it to you! Tell me, what is it you desire?"
DIO extended his hand toward Borsalino.
Though DIO always believed in his own strength above all, he never turned away powerful allies.
Especially now that only Vanilla Ice remained among his notable subordinates, with the rest being a band of insignificant grunts whose names he couldn't even bother to remember.
"I desire milk mo—cough, I mean, I desire worthy opponents."
Borsalino almost let slip a cheesy joke from his previous life but caught himself just in time to maintain his dignity.
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