Anime Crossover: My Cheat Code is Myself

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Xia Yan squinted at Joseph.

What he really wanted to tell him was that if he was out of work, he could bite a lighter.

Seeing everyone's 'you're useless' expressions, Joseph felt a chill run down his spine.

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, managing to brush it off with a laugh.

It's not surprising that he didn't feel any sense of crisis, since Dio's Stand ability had already been completely exposed to everyone.

Putting aside the ability to stop time, there are currently three that can directly confront its Stand, "The World".

Moreover, they are all powerful Stand users who are proficient in Ripple.

The vampire's body, on the contrary, brought him a negative influence.

Let alone a fistfight, even a slight touch would probably leave a centenarian with osteoporosis lying on the ground for half a day, like someone who slipped and fell on ice in winter.

It's possible we could just head straight there.

And if we disregard the stand-in, Joseph has even less reason to be afraid of a vampire like him.

Back when he was tearing vampires apart and punching Pillar Men, Dio was still blowing bubbles in the Atlantic Ocean.

Honestly, without a Stand, a vampire like Dio, given his current physical condition and decades of combat experience, might be exaggerating to say he could take on ten of them.

But if you come in three at once, then you're just looking down on Joseph.

This relaxed attitude quickly infected others as well.

Led by Abuder, a local, the group wandered around and eventually found a hot pot restaurant.

With the power of money, they packed a huge amount of food, left Cairo, and found a suitable place to eat.

The meal lasted an hour, until the last rays of the sun disappeared below the horizon.

Just as the group and their teammates left the city, enjoying hot pot and singing songs...

Dior has arrived.

"Hoo↗Hoo↘, how leisurely you are, are you preparing for your last meal before you're executed?"

Dio was wearing a red cloak that he had somehow acquired, dressed like an Egyptian witch.

She walked towards the crowd with a swaying, alluring gait.

Seeing his fearless demeanor, even though it was because he was unaware of their strength, Xia Yan still admired Dio's courage.

The enemies you face are the most talented Ripple warrior in history, with decades of combat experience and a youthful body; Jotaro, a single man in black who mastered Ripple at the age of seventeen; and the protagonist, a transmigrator from another world who possesses all your information.

And you are just a weak vampire trapped in a coffin, sitting at the bottom of the sea, blowing bubbles for a hundred years.

As Dio drew closer, he immediately spotted Petsha, who was perched on Xia Yan's shoulder, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Huh? Petsha, why are you there!?"

Petsha, who had been completely controlled by Xia Yan through the Soul-Stealing Curse, naturally wouldn't give Dio a friendly look. Instead, she bared her teeth and let out a roar.

"What's wrong? Do you want to fight me, Dio? Your killing intent is pretty strong... Hehehe... You're really reliable, Petsha."

"You're aggressive towards everyone...that's what makes you worth choosing as a goalkeeper..."

Seeing Petsha's aggressive posture, Dio was not angry at all; on the contrary, he appreciated it even more.

It's clear he really loves birds.

Perhaps he still harbored the idea that after killing Xia Yan and the others, Petsha would return to his side.

I never would have guessed that Dior was actually a potential sycophant.

And it was licking a bird.

So being a simp is really awesome.

"Finally here..." Joseph yawned impatiently as he looked at Dio, who was late.

"Too slow, Dior! If you don't come soon, I'm about to fall asleep."

"Huh? So you're Jotaro...?"

Looking at the young Joseph, Dior frowned slightly, feeling that he seemed somewhat different from the one in the photo.

However, the throbbing in his body made him clearly feel that the man in front of him was definitely Jonathan's descendant.

And this face...

"He looks exactly like JoJo... cabinet."

For once, a hint of nostalgia flashed in Dio's eyes. Although they were mortal enemies, Jonathan Joestar was the only man Dio truly acknowledged, and they shared a strange and wonderful friendship.

Chapter 118 How the Hermit's Purple Solo Kills the World

Although Jotaro in the original work looks very similar to Ohashi, as a mixed-race person of European and Asian descent, there are still significant differences upon closer inspection.

But Joseph's face is so strikingly similar to Jonathan's that even Peter Wagan thought it looked exactly like his.

So when Dio saw young Joseph for the first time, he couldn't help but think of the last gentleman of the Joseph family.

"Dio! You despicable scoundrel who stole my grandfather's body, you have no right to call him by his noble name!"

Upon hearing Dio still refer to his grandfather as JOJO, a flicker of displeasure crossed Joseph's eyes.

"Today I will avenge Grandma Alina and reclaim my grandfather's body!"

"Elena? That village girl? Grandfather? Wait, could you be..."

Dior's gaze swept over Xia Yan and his group.

Avdol, Kakyoin, Polnareff, Joseph's son-in-law, Jotaro.

Joseph was nowhere to be seen.

Recalling how Joseph had addressed Jonathan and Alina, a guess flashed through Dio's mind.

He shifted his gaze to the car that Xia Yan and his group had driven when they left the city.

Sure enough, Aresina's trembling figure huddled in the car came into his view.

"Really? Really? So you're that old geezer Joseph from the 850s!"

"So, Aressi betrayed me... No! He shouldn't have had the courage to betray me. Were you guys caught...?"

Dior instantly grasped all the relationships involved, a triumphant smile on his face.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. It's just a useless 'Hermit's Purple'."

As if mocking, or perhaps responding to Joseph's earlier statement about "reclaiming my grandfather's body," Dio pulled open his shirt and pointed to the horrific scar on his neck.

"To completely integrate Jonathan's body with mine, the blood of the Joestar clan is the most suitable, don't you think?"

"Huh? Really!?"

Upon hearing Dio's assessment, Joseph showed no anger whatsoever; instead, a hint of disdain curled at the corner of his mouth.

Dior's pupils contracted sharply.

Suddenly, a purple thorn had climbed up his leg and tightly wrapped around his upper body.

The other end of the thorns was attached to Joseph.

Joseph, of course, couldn't just sit idly by and watch Dior show off.

Given his habit of striking first, he should have thrown a punch the moment Dio appeared.

The reason I listened to his long-winded speech was simply to set a trap.

While Dio was busy talking nonsense and observing, he dispersed "Hermit Purple" into a whole thorny thorn, using his own body as cover, and crawled into the ground to slowly approach Dio.

She then deliberately spoke to Dio to distract him, causing "Hermit Purple" to entwine around Dio.

To make it even more discreet, he didn't even add ripples to the thorns of "Hermit's Purple" to prevent the flashing sparks from alerting Dio to his trap.

And now, it's clear that his plan has succeeded.

The smile doesn't disappear; it just moves on.

At this moment, Dior's previously confident smile shifted to Joseph's face.

He held up a finger, pointing at the bewildered Dio, and said with absolute confidence:

"Your next sentence will be—'When will the thorns of "Hermit's Purple" appear?'"

"It's the thorns of 'Hermit's Purple'! When...?!?!"

Dio was taken aback when Joseph guessed what he was about to say. He felt as if he had been played for a fool.

Even though he had spent a hundred years reflecting on his life and believed he had changed his bad habit of being short-tempered and easily angered, he still felt a surge of anger and embarrassment burning fiercely in his heart like a flame.

"He did it! That's amazing, Mr. Joestar! I can't believe he succeeded so easily!" Polnareff was the first to cheer.

"As expected of Mr. Joestar, he easily accomplished what ordinary people cannot, which is both exhilarating and awe-inspiring!" Kakyoin continued.

“Let’s finish him off in one go, Mr. Joestar!” Avdol chimed in.

Only Natsuhiko and Jotaro remained calm, after all, they themselves did not believe that Dio would be defeated by this move.

"Hehe! Leave it to me! Inscribe it, the rhythm of the ripples! Hermit's Purple Ripple Swiftness!"

With a smug smile on his face, Joseph grasped the "Hermit's Purple" thorns, and golden sparks as bright as sunlight traveled from his palm along the thorns towards Dio.

Seeing the crowd acting as if they were already giving an acceptance speech, completely disregarding him, Dior felt another surge of anger.

"Ripple and the like are outdated stuff from a hundred years ago! So what if it's ripple?!"

"You senile old fool! Your double is the most useless thing ever! I'll... I'll..."

Dio glared angrily, his body radiating a glow symbolizing the energy of his Stand, and shouted at Joseph, but he couldn't utter the second half of his sentence.

"Moshi moshi? What did you say again? Say it again slowly—"

Joseph put one hand to his ear, turned to the side with Dio, and wore a smug expression.

Now, his "Hermit's Purple" power and sustainability are both A-level. Even if the power is weakened by being dispersed into thorns, it is definitely not something that "the world" can easily break free from.

Let alone "the world", even "Platinum Star" would have to put in a lot of effort to break free if it were tied up.

"Damn it! I can't break free! Even with the power of the 'World,' I can't break free!? How is this possible? How can it be so strong?!"