Shhk!
Dior's head hit the ground, rolling across the pavement.
His body went limp the instant the head fell.
On the ground, Dior's severed head wore a stunned, disbelieving expression.
"How could this happen?" he muttered in confusion, opening his eyes to look at his Stand—The World—only to see that its arm had been forcibly shattered by Roger Eikam.
And at this very moment, an armor that seemed vaguely familiar to him was clinging to Roger's body.
"This is from the Akame ga Kill! world…"
"That's right. This is the armor my father gave me—Incursio. It comes from a Danger Beast in the Akame ga Kill! world, and it's also one of that world's World Sources." As Roger spoke, like a judge delivering righteous verdict, he swung his scythe down at Dior again.
But Dior wasn't about to sit there and die.
The instant Roger's scythe came down, Dior immediately controlled his hair, propping his head up from the ground. With a quick rebound, he snapped his head back into position and cleverly reunited it with his body.
The severed edges of his neck and head connected. Flesh fused together, sealing seamlessly into one.
A very obvious scar remained, but compared to being completely decapitated, this was still a far better outcome. Dior was satisfied—this was one of his signature "reserved acts."
"It's useless. You can't kill me. I'm a vampire—the strongest creature in the world. Even if you have the power to split the heavens, you can't completely kill me. And like a curse, I'll follow you forever… until you die, Roger!"
As he spoke, the Stand in front of him—The World—had already restored its arms and assumed an attacking stance again.
He tried to bind Roger once more, but at that moment, Roger didn't give him even a sliver of opportunity. He surged forward and, faster than the eye could follow, slashed at Dior's head again.
Dior raised a defense immediately—only to realize his speed couldn't keep up with Roger's at all.
With the armor's amplification, Roger's strength and speed had risen dramatically.
Another slash—Dior's head "moved house" again, but just like before, it grew back into place with ease, only costing him some stamina.
"Skull-Crushing Grip!"
Dior tried to pull Roger into close range at the same time—but what he didn't expect was that Roger, as if using instantaneous movement, abruptly appeared somewhere else… and vanished in the very next heartbeat.
Incursio's invisibility function.
That shocked Dior. He hadn't expected to be facing this kind of enemy.
Still, he couldn't truly be killed, so there was no need to worry about losing.
But Roger didn't see it that way.
"Does being a vampire really mean you never age and never die?"
Roger's voice sounded, and before Dior even knew when it happened, Roger was behind him again—his scythe cutting Dior's head away once more.
Dior's face changed drastically, but he quickly used his hair to reconnect his head and body again, trying to reel the head back to stitch it into place.
This time, Roger didn't give him the chance.
The instant the head flew back, Roger snapped his hand out, seized Dior's hair, and yanked hard—ripping it away from the body.
"AAAH!!!"
Dior screamed in agony. He hadn't expected Roger to actually grab him by the hair.
"Starting to feel like hair is a real burden in a fight?" Roger chuckled. Back when he controlled the Jaw Titan in battle, he'd also felt that lion's-mane-long hair was a huge nuisance—easy for others to seize as a weakness.
He just hadn't expected that weakness to one day appear on someone else… and be something he could take advantage of.
Roger tossed the scythe to the ground. It dissolved on its own, returning to nothingness.
He kicked Dior's body away—and at the same time saw, with his own eyes, that Dior's Stand user in the distance couldn't move.
The head was separated from the body, yet Dior wasn't dead. But his Stand couldn't act either.
Roger understood why—The World was afraid Roger would do something to the head in his hand.
But even if Roger stood still and did nothing, sooner or later he would expose that head to sunlight.
He checked the time carefully and realized that from the start of the fight to the end, only ten minutes had passed.
Just ten minutes—and he had already dealt with Dior.
Now all he had to do was wait for the sun to rise, and Dior would be erased into smoke.
But in the meantime, what should he do?
Dior's body had been kicked away. The only thing Roger could do now was keep Dior's head firmly under control.
Right then, Dior suddenly burst into laughter—shrill and ear-piercing.
Usually, someone would ask what he was laughing at, but Roger didn't.
Still, he lifted Dior's head up and examined his face closely.
Dior kept laughing, his voice growing sharper and more grating, until suddenly he snapped his eyes open and glared at Roger.
Roger thought he was about to say something, so he stared right back.
But what he didn't expect was that the moment their eyes met, a beam of light suddenly shot from Dior's eyes—pinpoint precise—straight at him.
Luckily, Roger was wearing armor. Otherwise, he would've been completely killed by that laser!
And because Roger reacted quickly, the beam didn't hit his face—it pierced straight through his shoulder instead.
The shoulder had a movable joint, so it didn't have the hardest, most rigid plating.
The laser punched through it easily, and the impact forced Roger to fling Dior away.
Seizing that chance, Dior shot out again, crawling with his hair toward the distance, desperate to find his body and reconnect.
On the black ground, he struggled forward, every strand of hair straining with all it had.
"As long as I can reach it… as long as I can…"
He crawled with everything he had until his head was nearly exhausted to collapse.
One step. Two steps. Finally—he reached his body.
But the instant he was about to reunite with it, Roger stomped a boot down on his head, pinning him honestly to the ground.
"Where do you think you're going?" Roger asked.
Dior ground his teeth, trying to fire the laser again.
Roger didn't give him the chance.
With the pointed end of the scythe's long shaft, he drove it through Dior's temple, nailing the head viciously to the ground—and right in front of him, kicked Dior's body far away.
And at that exact moment, dawn arrived.
Dior's body was evaporated cleanly by the sunlight, while his head remained in Roger's hand.
Realizing he was completely defeated, Dior was both disbelieving and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Ro… Roger. If you let me go, then the myriad worlds will belong to the two of us."
At death's door, he was still trying to tempt Roger.
But Roger didn't hesitate.
Like tossing away an empty can, he threw him into the sunlight.
"AAAAAAAAGH!!!"
With a final, piercing scream, Dior scattered into nothing.
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