Chapter 322 Diablo's Savior
The arrow worked and the ability was awakened.
But this ability is a useless "waste ability".
Fate had played a terrible joke on him.
Now Diavolo was standing at the Colosseum in Rome on March 27, watching the unbearable memory unfold step by step.
He really wanted to stand up and grab the insect arrows, and he also wanted to kill Giorno and others here, but he couldn't do it.
Because in his memory, the insect arrow will break tonight, and Giorno and the others will be alive and well.
The axis of memory cannot be disturbed, and what has happened can never be changed.
Diablo can only be a bystander now, and he can't even let his past self discover his existence, otherwise a terrible time paradox will be waiting for him.
"Is the ability of [Ouroboros] to make me relive this past failure?"
"No...it shouldn't be like this."
"This ability definitely has its meaning!"
The cruel fate had already shattered his pride and fighting spirit.
Now Diablo didn't know whether he was trying to cheer himself up with such thoughts or comforting himself in vain.
But no matter what, there was nothing he could do now.
He is a ghost who dares not see the light, hiding in the dark, watching the past scenes reappear before his eyes:
"I'm sorry to disappoint you...I'm still the final winner!"
On the second floor of the Colosseum, his past self was standing on Polnareff and shouting:
"This insect arrow that you prepared for years to kill me ended up helping me pave the way to the top."
"Fate is really interesting, isn't it?"
“…”
Hearing these words, Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but have a subtle expression:
I didn't feel embarrassed when I said these harsh words before .
Now let’s step back and listen carefully from the perspective of an outsider…
It's almost as shameful as looking back at the literary diary you wrote in your youth after you become an adult.
It is so unbearable to look at and hear.
But whether Diablo was willing or not, the past that he couldn't bear to look back on was forced to play in front of him like an old movie that the school organized to watch and asked him to write a review after watching it:
"it's useless."
"I have seen through your little tricks a long time ago."
“…”
Stop it, stop it.
"You're scared."
"Such a will cannot be my enemy."
“…”
Shut up now!
"You only have one bullet left."
"Is this one bullet enough for you to stop me?"
“…”
Although no one noticed the existence of this future traveler.
But Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, had the illusion that he was watching himself being publicly executed.
In fact, as long as the person who speaks these words can truly achieve the final victory, these words will not be shameful.
But Diablo knew that after saying such a series of harsh words, the arrogant dark emperor suffered the most disastrous defeat.
When he thought of this, his heart ached.
As Diablo looked at him with shame, helplessness, and grief, the past was slowly moving forward as he remembered:
First, Diablo was frightened by a mobile phone and used up all his skills.
Then Mista used the last bullet to destroy the insect arrow.
Diavolo was so angry that he attacked fiercely, but Giorno used the Rock Rose trap to stop him desperately.
The rock rose bushes soon burst into flames.
The fire was shining and the smoke was filling the nose.
Diablo from the future foresaw and covered his mouth and nose, and sighed softly with a complicated expression:
“It’s almost over…”
He remembered that he had fallen into Giorno's trap and inhaled a large amount of plant smoke with hallucinogenic effects.
At that time, he seemed to have drunk too much fake liquor, his brain was dizzy and his consciousness was hazy and disconnected.
He has no memory of what happened after the poisoning.
All he knew was that when he woke up, he had escaped from the Colosseum at some point and was soaked in the sticky liquid in the sewer.
Diablo still can't forget the thick, greasy shit he drank.
It was a nightmare that he would recall almost every time he ate thereafter.
Now the nightmare is about to happen, but Diablo is completely powerless to change it:
“Why is this happening!”
"Am I really just going to watch myself become a sewer rat?!"
He thought with great sorrow.
At this time, the plot in the Colosseum has come to an end:
The fire was extinguished, Giorno survived with serious injuries, but he was too weak to fight again.
Past Diablo was horrified to find that he was poisoned.
His body was shaky and his eyes were blurry. He forced himself to confront Giorno.
"The next step should be to escape, right?"
"Giorno and Mista are both seriously injured, and Polnareff is a cripple."
"As long as you haven't been poisoned to the point of completely losing consciousness, it won't be difficult to escape."
Although I can't remember how I escaped after I lost my memory.
But Diablo could also roughly guess what happened at that time:
He must have used his last bit of consciousness to escape from the Colosseum and hid himself in the sewer before he completely blacked out.
He thought so in his heart.
Then, in the Colosseum, in front of Giorno who was already powerless to fight back...
The Diablo from the past staggered and tried to stand.
Standing.
Standing.
Did nothing.
His eyes became more and more confused.
"It's right here... My memory is fragmented here!"
Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, widened his eyes nervously:
Next, my past self would probably start to run away.
He thought so in his heart.
And then... the Diablo from the past didn't move an inch.
"What the hell... why is there no movement at all?"
"Run, run quickly!"
"If you don't run, I'm going to die here!"
Diablo looked at his past self in astonishment.
But not only did his past self not run away as he had imagined, but he even had a slight tendency to faint and fall to the ground.
He just called out Giorno's name through gritted teeth, and his eyes became even more distracted and lifeless.
It was as if he had completely lost consciousness at that moment.
"this…"
An unprecedented fear suddenly rose in Diablo's heart:
"My memory is already fragmented here."
"Could it be that I had completely lost consciousness at that time?"
"If that's the case, then how did I escape from the Colosseum?"
"etc…"
He suddenly thought of an astonishing possibility:
"Could it be... that I didn't escape from the Colosseum by myself?"
"Someone rescued me when I was unconscious."
"And the man who saved me..."
Diablo looked at his hands in horror:
"It's just me?"
This sudden idea was a little hard for him to accept.
Wouldn't saving my past self cause a time paradox?
But Diablo knew very well:
If he, the future traveler, does nothing now, and his past self has completely lost consciousness...
In the past, Diablo would have died directly in this Colosseum.
If my past self is dead, then wouldn't my present self be a living time paradox?
Diablo was troubled:
"Ouroboros, what should I do?"
"Should we save him, or not?"
[Ouroboros] did not give him an answer.
The previous sense of terror that stopped him from doing stupid things and causing paradoxes seemed to be just a "newbie benefit" to protect him from committing suicide for no apparent reason.
Time travel is a dangerous thing. After understanding the existence of the paradox, he must tread carefully and decide his own actions in the past.
"Better get ready first!"
In this almost static time, Diablo made a difficult decision:
"Anyway, my past self won't notice me using Time Slash. Even if the time overlaps, I'll just be forced out of Time Slash."
"First, shave off the time to ensure safety, and then observe the situation during the shaving time."
Thinking of this, Diablo immediately took action:
"The Crimson King—"
"Let time leap!"
Time is cut off at this moment.
Giorno, Mista and Polnareff all fell into an unconscious state at this moment, and they didn't notice anything that was happening at all.
Diablo then poked his head out from the darkness tentatively:
Then, in his shocked eyes...
The past self suddenly fell to the ground with a thump.
Sleeping like a dead dog.
“It’s true…”
"I was really saved by myself!"
Diablo's expression became extremely interesting.
He carefully approached himself who was lying on the ground in the time he was shaving off:
His past self had completely fainted, and he could not sense Diablo's existence at all, nor would he cause a paradox.
"So... if he escaped safely like in my memory, but didn't notice that he was rescued..."
"The sewer outside the Colosseum is indeed the best choice."
Diablo's expression became more and more shocked:
"I...actually I hid myself in the sewer?"
Thinking of this, he was shocked and helpless, and hurriedly fled the Colosseum carrying his past self.
Walking out of the Colosseum, not far outside is the sewer that left a deep impression on Diablo.
When you open the manhole cover, a fragrant aroma fills your nose.
Still the same time, still the same sewer.
Diablo instinctively felt nauseous, and a nightmarish memory quickly emerged from the dark corner like a cockroach sprayed with insecticide.
"Ugh..." He suppressed his discomfort and hesitated for a moment, but ultimately threw his past self into the sewer with his own hands.
The water splashed and then returned to calm.
Diablo also helped himself to put the manhole cover back on.
"That way my memory of the past won't be wrong."
After covering the manhole, Diablo couldn't help but fall into deep thought:
"I saved my past self and had an intersection with my past self, but it didn't cause any paradox at all."
"I see... I understand!"
"Time is a cycle, like a snake with no beginning and no end."
“My presence here from the future is part of the [past].”
"If I hadn't happened to travel back in time to save myself, I would have died on the night of March 27th."
"I have already been influenced by the future without knowing it, but I just can't detect it!"
Diablo finally sorted out his thoughts and figured out the mechanism and principle of time travel.
But he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice...
When he stood beside the manhole cover and pondered, not far away...
A man with an invincible look on his face was walking towards him hurriedly.
