Dimensional Chat Group: Speed-o'-Light

"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.