Cthulhu Grocery Store

After getting off the cruise ship, Kamidai Kirigu and the others aimed to take a tour of Rome and visit the more famous scenic spots by the way. It happened to be morning and the number of tourists was relatively small, so they decided to go to the Colosseum first.

"What a coincidence, my destination is also near the Colosseum." Dazai Osamu suddenly appeared with a smile, "Can you take me for a ride, it's too lonely to travel alone."

Liu Dao Mu wanted to refuse, and looked around.

Tsk, I forgot that Fyodor was kidnapped by a mysterious high school student, no one is looking at this guy now.

But to be honest, who the hell is that high school student?

"Okay." Shendai Wugu agreed without much hesitation.

Mr. Dazai is so pitiful, he actually came to travel alone...

Jindai Wugu thought of his former self, with subtle pity in his eyes: "It's okay, Mr. Dazai, please come with us."

Osamu Dazai analyzed his gaze, suddenly he didn't want to follow him, he always felt that he was a subtle loser in interpersonal relationship.

……

Just when they arrived in Rome in the age of gods.

A furious chase is underway near the Colosseum.

The two sides are the enthusiastic boss Diablo and the guard team headed by Bugarati, and they are fighting for the arrow.

Diablo was the first to grab the worm arrow. At this moment, he felt that he held his destiny in his hands again!

There are no gods in this world, and gods will not save the world, but 'Diablo (demon)' is different, he is a man who got an arrow from the hands of the devil, and God destined him to defeat fate again!

However, Worm Arrow didn't choose him, slipped from his hand, and the blond kid was chosen!

Why is that?

But no matter how much Diablo doesn't want to accept it, the fact is the case. Diablo doesn't believe in fate, but he has to admit that the end of death at this moment is so close.

No, can't give up!

Diablo thought of that night, the shop that changed his life. At that time, he had not yet despaired, and he had obtained five arrows for making substitute messengers, and stood at the pinnacle of the dark world.

This time, he can also overcome all obstacles in front of him!

"No, it's impossible."

In the absolute realm of time deletion, the double named Golden Experience Requiem actually spoke under Diablo's horrified gaze.

"The luck that was just this one time was actually used by you as a bargaining chip for a lifetime. The stupidity of human beings really exceeded my expectations."

"You, who are you?!" Diablo was terrified.

"Me? I'm just Giorno's substitute. Of course, even he probably doesn't know that I have self-awareness. After combining with Worm Arrow, I awakened." The Golden Experience Requiem relied on Giorno Can't hear, chatting in an orderly manner during the battle, looking at Diablo with pity, "It's a pitiful existence, you don't even know that your own death is coming, you don't think it's okay to make a deal with that person Is it worth the price?"

cost?

Diablo was in a daze for a second, forgetting to seize the time to attack, and hugged his head in confusion: "Impossible, I am Diablo, and I am a favored existence!"

Time delete field ends.

Of course, under the power of □, nothing happened. Giorno glanced suspiciously at Diablo, who was holding his head on the spot and fell into the impact, and did not stop because the enemy was stunned.

"Moo! Moo! Moo! Moo!"

The ability of the Golden Experience Requiem after evolution is not comparable to that of the Crimson King. Diablo was beaten to death with a fistful of punches, his whole body was blown away, and he flew in the air for a while.

It fell straight in front of Shendai Wugu.

Diablo's face was already swollen from the beating, and his consciousness was blurred, only relying on an unyielding will to keep him from passing out.

He... is supposed to be an existence favored by the Demon God.

Diablo, just like the meaning of the name, was born to be the emperor who ruled the darkness...

In his vague consciousness, Diablo struggled to raise his head when his arm suddenly touched something.

Just met a pair of eyes.

"save……"

His voice got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out half a syllable anymore.

The eyes in front of him, at this moment, gradually coincided with those of the gray fog man in the shop more than ten years ago.

The same indifference, like staring at ants on the ground.

Diablo suddenly realized at this moment.

He was not favored.

Because God doesn't love people.

……

Shendai Wugu looked at the man who fell at his feet in a daze, and they walked to the vicinity of the Colosseum. This man suddenly flew over and fell straight at his feet, which shocked Shendai Wugu.

The next moment, several strangely dressed people ran over, with dots hanging on their bodies, and one of them had a gun in his hand.

The blond-haired donut boy in the lead spoke Italian, which Kamidai Wugu didn't understand at all.

Bai Lan took a step forward to act as an interpreter.

"Did you see a man with pink speckled hair?" Giorno asked calmly, his eyes capturing every detail of their faces.

Bai Lan shook her head: "No, we're just here for a trip, and we're not interested in your fight at all."

He glanced at the gun held in Mista's hand, and said displeasedly: "Is it the etiquette of your Italian Mafia to point the gun at my companion?"

"Who knows if you are the remnants of the boss." Mista frowned, and kept pointing at Bai Lan, "Giorno, we must not let a suspicious person go at this time."

"I'm sorry, but our side is more urgent." Giorno raised his hand to stop Mista and told him to put down the gun, "It's okay, I probably know what happened to Diablo, it's over, don't involve other people people."

"But..." Mista wanted to say something, but put down the gun under Giorno's eyes, "Okay, listen to you."

"Let's leave right away." It was the best ending that there was no conflict, Bai Lan heaved a sigh of relief, and led Shendai Wugu and the others to leave the venue.

Mista looked at their backs with some reluctance: "Is there really no need to cut the grass and roots, in case... Giorno?"

He was taken aback, and keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Giorno's expression at the moment.

The blond boy who faced Diablo without any hesitation, his lowered hand was trembling at this moment.

"Those guys really have a problem!?"

"Mista." Giorno called out, raised his left hand, and grabbed his trembling right hand, "Leave it alone."

"I have a feeling that it is something we must not interfere with. This kind of strong intuition is the first time since birth."

Giorno clutched his chest, which was pierced by the insect arrow, and of course there was no bleeding now.

Is the Golden Experience Requiem reminding him?

The moment he looked at the black-haired and black-eyed boy who was obviously of Japanese descent, he felt a strong fear and the urge not to look directly at him.

……

"Bai Lan, what were you talking about just now?" After leaving for a while, Shendai Wugu asked in a low voice, "It feels so strange to those people, there are still people with guns."

Living in a country where guns are banned, this is the first time Shendai Wugu has seen someone take out a gun so blatantly on the street, and when he thinks about their injuries, he will inevitably have some bad associations.

"Just as you thought, that group of people is a specialty of Italy - the mafia." Although Bailan knew that nothing would happen at this distance, but in order to match the god Dai Wugu, he still lowered his voice artificially, "It seems to be looking for a pink hair My man, it is probably some mafia's grievances, this country is not as peaceful as Japan, Xiao Wugu should be careful, it is best to go as far as possible when encountering the mafia."

Pink hair?Could it be the one who flew to his feet... Eh, but then again, when did that pink man disappear?

Shendai Wugu didn't think too much, but sighed: "Of course I won't get close to the mafia, it sounds terrible."

The mafia in the team Liudaoku: ...

Bai Lan, who hasn't mixed black yet, but has experience: ...

Former Mafia Dazai Osamu: ...

Thank you, but you are more scary.