Polpo kept pulling potato chips from his hand, his black eye whites showing no expression.
On the green corridor, visible white air floated, carrying silent, lonely cries, adding a chill to the place.
"This is your test today," Polpo said with a smile, "How about it? It's fun, isn't it?"
"There are three bullets inside. Each time you spin it, you shoot yourself in the head. Have you played it before?"
"No, this is my first time."
"Heheheh~ I've played it many times with others and won a lot of money," Polpo's eyes crinkled with laughter, then suddenly stopped. His tone changed like a Sichuan opera face-changer, and he lowered his voice, slowly saying, "Our organization doesn't want unlucky people."
Johnson Joffrey raised the pistol, opened the cylinder, and saw three bullets lying quietly in the chamber, like gazing at silent Death.
Russian Roulette.
The stakes are human lives and a revolver.
Johnson Joffrey caressed each bullet, casually rotated the cylinder, hesitated for three minutes, silently felt for a moment, then raised his hand to hold the pistol two centimeters from his temple, slowly pulling the trigger.
——"Wait."
Johnson Joffrey immediately lowered the pistol, cold sweat drenching his back, and looked in surprise at Polpo, who had spoken.
Polpo was silent for a moment, then expressionlessly put down the potato chips, slowly shifted his butt, and pressed his entire body against the glass, his large face distorted and terrifying from the pressure.
"I need to choose a good position. Apologies, please continue."
Johnson Joffrey nodded, feeling the Reversed Hierophant waiting behind him and Black Sabbath hiding in the corner.
He raised the pistol again, placing it two centimeters from his temple. Here, the Reversed Hierophant could catch the bullet.
The Reversed Hierophant is very fast; he must maintain his focus, absolutely.
"Excuse me, wait a moment again."
"You press the muzzle against your head, do you understand?" Polpo demonstrated, making a pistol gesture with his index finger and thumb, pointing it at his own temple.
Johnson Joffrey had no choice but to press the muzzle against his temple.
He pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
"Bingo!" Polpo seemed even happier than Johnson Joffrey. "You survived! You're so lucky, two more shots, keep going!"
"Hoo—hooh…" Johnson had just walked the line between life and death again. His body trembled uncontrollably as he gasped for air. Polpo's large face pressed against the glass, giving off a powerful sense of oppression. His Stand occasionally opened its mouth like a sleepy guard dog.
"Quick, continue!" Polpo urged.
Johnson Joffrey slowly rotated the revolver, his eyes fixed on the bullet in the cylinder.
After a few turns, he composed himself slightly, aimed the bullet at his head, and thought, 'Two more times.'
An excited smile spread across Polpo's face, a cruel desire filling his flabby features.
Johnson Joffrey slowly pulled the trigger.
"Bang!!!!!"
The gunshot roared, and Johnson Joffrey suddenly swung the muzzle towards—Polpo.
The bullet exited the barrel, accompanied by a bluish-purple smoke. The supersonic bullet, as if severing the line between life and death, mercilessly shot towards Polpo's large face.
Polpo didn't move a muscle, not even blinking, as if only slightly surprised that Johnson Joffrey would do such a thing.
The bullet struck the tempered bulletproof glass, then immediately ricocheted to the ceiling, embedding itself within.
A beautiful glass pattern bloomed on the glass Polpo was pressed against. Black Sabbath instantly sprang out like a sharp sword, and Reversed Hierophant had been patiently awaiting its attack for a long time.
"Muda—!!" The punch was incredibly fast, wreathed in a cold green mist, and landed squarely on Black Sabbath's face.
Black Sabbath's face shattered like plastic, flying with the impact to the wall, and disappearing the moment it hit.
"Bang!!"
Everything here happened in a fleeting instant.
"You… you actually…" Polpo finally reacted to the situation before him, opening his mouth in surprise. "Kill him, Black Sabbath!"
Johnson Joffrey tilted his head, showing no fear. Before he came, he had indeed wanted to assassinate Polpo like Giorno, but due to the vast difference in strength and his abilities not being suitable for assassination, he had decided to abandon that plan. However, the situation had suddenly changed; it wasn't Johnson Joffrey wanting to kill Polpo, but Polpo wanting to kill Johnson Joffrey.
Russian roulette. If he had obediently complied, he would have died on the second shot.
When Johnson tried to twist his body again, he found he couldn't move.
Black Sabbath suddenly emerged from the ground and tightly hugged Reversed Hierophant's head.
Although there were no visible shadows here, a careful observation of the green light would reveal overlapping, special shadows. This place was clearly Black Sabbath's absolute domain, all set up.
Opening its large mouth, which split towards its ears, it revealed a long arrow covered in saliva. Reversed Hierophant struggled desperately, but was completely outmatched in strength.
"Clang—" The iron door rattled, as if the guards outside had noticed. The moment Black Sabbath looked up—
Reversed Hierophant suddenly reached out, pierced Black Sabbath's chest, and immediately pulled out a string.
The bullet on the roof vibrated. After the strings connected, that bullet served its true purpose, once again rushing towards Black Sabbath like the Grim Reaper.
Ordinary bullets cannot hit a Stand, but this was a collision between objects after strings were connected.
The bullet directly pierced Black Sabbath's chest. After taking the hit, Black Sabbath still showed no sign of letting go. The long arrow it spat out had already pricked Reversed Hierophant's nose, forcing it to use one foot to resist Black Sabbath's advance.
"Clang—" The fully uniformed guards opened the door, aiming their raised guns at the immobilized Johnson Joffrey.
"Get down immediately!" the female Prison Guard shouted, "Otherwise, we'll shoot!"
Polpo remained motionless, supporting his face with his hand, a smile on his lips, even attempting to peel another banana. Was Joffrey's ability to manipulate special threads within objects? He could manipulate these threads, and at the same time, the threads possessed immense power to retract to his body. Polpo saw through it at a glance, then peeled a banana and began to eat with smacking sounds.
"One more warning, get down immediately!" the female Prison Guard roared. However, with Reversed Hierophant controlled, as a close-range Stand, its user Joffrey also couldn't move.
Cold sweat trickled from Joffrey's temples, and his tongue tasted the flavor of death.
No, I must find a way! I absolutely cannot die here!
"Fi—" the female Prison Guard bellowed, and the Prison Guards behind her, holding submachine guns, collectively pulled their triggers—
Reversed Hierophant suddenly grabbed the arrow with its left hand. The arrow pierced its hand, which began to melt into a block-like substance, reflecting on Johnson's hand, causing blood to spurt out!
But!
Polpo, surprised, crushed the banana. "No! Don't let him touch the arrow!"
But it was already too late. Reversed Hierophant used one hand to manipulate the threads on the arrow!
The arrow was already connected to the heart of Black Sabbath!
Threads cannot bend; they only take the shortest route.
The moment Reversed Hierophant let go, the sharp arrow immediately turned towards Black Sabbath's chest. To prevent the arrow from piercing its heart, Black Sabbath had no choice but to release Reversed Hierophant... In that instant, Reversed Hierophant appeared before Polpo's large face as if teleporting, striking a punch at the spiderweb-like fractured surface.
—When the bullet hit the glass, he connected threads to the glass?! Polpo thought in surprise.
A crisp, loud sound.
The entire glass surface shattered.
Reversed Hierophant's power alone couldn't shatter the glass, but it struck the bullet hole that was already there.
All of this happened in a flash.
Reversed Hierophant's fist shattered the glass surface, striking Polpo's large face. He fell heavily against the wall, creating a large dent in it.
The shattered glass completely disrupted the shooting Prison Guards—
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There should be one more chapter.
Besides drawing threads, Reversed Hierophant's greatest strength is probably its speed.
It's in the top ten of the collection rankings; I'm truly flattered.