Chapter 125: The Brave Gin Charges Forward, Crying Out for Bonds and Friendship
In this instant, as the entire Fortune of the Distillery added itself to his being, Gin felt his body become immensely heavy, as if infinite weight had descended upon his shoulders.
Yet, strangely, this pressure brought no harm. Instead, every movement Gin made—every lift of a hand or step of a foot—carried a majestic, matchless power! It felt as though countless "people" stood behind him, using their everything to support his every action.
No longer was it just a feeling. The dull, savage bellowing of a bull echoed in his ears—it was the cry of Vodka's Stand. And it wasn't just Vodka; the Fortune-Stands of every surviving formal and peripheral member of the Organization were being siphoned, gathered, and bestowed upon Gin, becoming his power.
At this moment, Vodka, who had collapsed to his knees because his strength was being drained, seemed to understand the situation. He looked at Gin and roared:
"Big Brother! Use my power however you want! DON'T YOU DARE LOSE!"
Gin didn't look back. He simply waved his hand, making a specific gesture. It was the signal they used on missions when verbal communication was impossible, meaning: "Everything is under control."
Gin never expected that he—a cold-blooded killer who had committed every sin imaginable—would actually possess things like "Bonds" and "Friendship." It was a joke dripping with the darkest of humor! He was genuinely amused, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
Yet, in this moment, the man who had always been the black-clad villain, the architect of countless tragedies, felt for the first time the unbearable weight carried by the heroes who used to stand against him.
Carrying the weight of the entire Distillery, he could no longer afford to lose. If he fell, he wouldn't just lose his own life; he would lose everything he carried. Having felt this weight, Gin finally understood the resolve of a Hero.
He couldn't lose. He had to win! Even facing an Evil God, even at the cost of his life, he had to emerge victorious to carve a path to tomorrow for everyone.
Gin slammed a magazine into his gun. He didn't need bullets, for he had compressed his convictions and resolve into the chamber!
"Shinichi Kudo, you brat who loves detective games... when you threw that die to change the world line and created us and Moriarty, was this world-shaking clash of Good and Evil what you truly desired? If so, I shall fulfill your wish! With this shot, I witness the end of your detective game!!!"
Above, the Heaven-Blotting Black Dragon—its body formed from roiling mists of malice and its scales from a thousand demons—became more solid than ever. Its draconic eyes flickered with the brilliance of thunder and lightning. It had truly come to life. Light descended from the dragon, coiling around the gun in Gin's hand!
Gin raised the handgun, wreathed in celestial omens, and aimed it from afar at Shinichi. The muzzle radiated a pure, unwavering killing intent.
Like a declaration of Destiny! The Hero shall eventually slay Evil!
Shinichi Kudo looked at Gin and laughed manically:
"Exactly! This is it! As a detective, I did indeed hunger for such a legendary duel! All sins began here, and all sins shall end here today! You and I shall both be buried in this Tropical Land Jet Coaster Murder Case!"
Shinichi couldn't wait any longer. He struck first, slamming his hand onto the iron stairs beneath him. Using the authorities of both his left and right hands simultaneously, the entire roller coaster facility began to vibrate. The iron transformed, bloodstains spread manically, and as screws and rivets popped out, the tracks came alive—twisting, growing, and extending in impossible ways.
In an instant, the tracks defied all scientific logic, enveloping the entire amusement park.
But the biggest change was the coaster itself. Under Moriarty's authority, the iron wheels grew metallic tentacles, its speed spiked until it ignited into roaring flames, and the entire train mutated. Bloodstains became scales; it turned into a Steel Serpent-Dragon.
When the group arrived, the park was at peak capacity. The coaster was full of tourists. In this moment, these tourists didn't act like "qualified Beika residents" who felt witnessing a legendary crime was worth dying for; they screamed in terror as the mutated coaster accelerated to several times its original speed, hurtling along the warped tracks.
However, amidst his madness, Shinichi held onto his core. He didn't intend to involve the innocent. As the Serpent-Coaster lunged, it gave a violent whip, bucking the tourists and their seats into the air. It looked perilous, but the extending iron stairs wove together like a safety net, catching every single one of them.
Free of its burden, the head of the coaster opened a gaping maw, letting out a piercing shriek. A tongue as sharp as a sword flicked out, and flame-wreathed steel limbs reached in all directions.
In Shinichi's hands, the authority of Moriarty grew increasingly sinister, discarding "Science" entirely to refine the coaster into a bio-weapon of slaughter! (Of course, if pressed, Shinichi might argue it was still "Science"—just with a bit of bio-tech added to turn it into a murder trap.)
The extending iron stairs acted like shackles, boxing Gin in. Then, the Coaster dived at top speed. A direct hit would be the end.
Gin's eyes were cold, but he didn't fire! Instead, he extended his free hand. Behind him, a dull bellowing of a bull erupted. A pitch-black bull covered in bone spikes, built like an armored tank, lunged out with a furious roar.
Gin's hand collided with the front of the coaster with a thunderous boom. His feet plowed into the ground, sliding back and carving deep trenches into the earth.
"Big Brother... for the Organization and the world... don't lose!"
Vodka's whisper echoed in Gin's ear, bringing with it a firm will and matching strength. The power known as Bonds exploded within Gin. He gave a grunt, his fingers sinking into the metal of the coaster's head. He hoisted the entire roller coaster up with one hand and, summoning Herculean strength, hurled it into the distance!
Vodka's Stand: [Purgatory Brute Bull]. Its ability was simple: Absolute Savage Strength.
The Serpent-Coaster struggled in mid-air and dove back toward Shinichi. Shinichi remained unfazed, his hand shifting on the rail. The iron stairs wove into a net, catching the coaster with a screeching roar. It landed back on the track and hissed in defiance, wheels spinning manically for another round with Gin.
And this was only the beginning. The iron stairs, acting as an extension of Shinichi's will, pierced into other park facilities. Merry-go-round horses became steel monsters that leaped onto the tracks; a massive pirate ship broke its moorings, sprouting bone spikes and cannons, treating the iron rails as the high seas.
The entire park was transforming under Shinichi's will into a Horror Park of the Murder Coaster! All the bio-weaponized rides dived toward Gin.
Gin's gaze narrowed. Whispers echoed in his ears:
"Gin, I have no interest in giving my life for the world. But if you can make that monster's blood stain the earth, take my power and my life..."
Behind him, darkness surged as the Stand [Stain Baby] appeared.
"Hmph. Korn, then leave in peace. That monster will follow you, covered in the bloodstains you love so much..."
Gin laughed harshly. He raised his gun but didn't pull the trigger. Instead, a pillar of crimson light shot from the muzzle into the sky. It exploded like a firework, and a rain of blood fell upon the murder rides, transforming into parasites that began to devour the metal.
In the distance, at the previous battlefield, Korn leaned against a tree. Riddled with holes from reflected damage and drained of his fortune, he was at death's door. Yet he wore a fanatical smile. He raised a hand toward the horizon, made a "shooting" gesture, and slowly closed his eyes.
Shinichi, too, was hit by the blood rain. Infinite parasites gnawed at his pitch-black silhouette, draping him in a robe of gore.
The darkness behind Gin roiled further. More whispers, wills, and powers were poured into him in the name of "Bonds."
"Gin, kill that monster! Seize the die! Our future depends on you!" "Lord Gin, go! Today is the day the Organization rules the world!" "Gin, on behalf of the FBI, I support your fire!" "The Royal Secret Service will not allow such a monster to live. Gin, it's up to you..." "For Japan! In the name of Public Security, Gin, shoot him...!"
Unlike a typical hero's "Bonds of Light," the voices swirling around Gin were full of greed, malice, betrayal, and slaughter—a testament to what kind of organization the Distillery really was.
But Gin didn't mind. He noticed that quite a few of these "Bonds" sounded suspiciously like traitors and moles. His cold smile stiffened for a second. You undercover rats have the balls to fake a bond with me? I'll purge you all later.
But for now, it made him feel better about "consuming" these bonds.
A Stand ability from one of the bonds kicked in. Gin stepped onto the wind and clouds, soaring into the sky toward Shinichi. Before he arrived, a crow's caw sounded—another Stand ability. Black wings spanned the horizon, turning the land into a lightless void, swallowing everyone's sight.
Shinichi's senses were blinded, but he didn't care. He shook his body, blasting the parasites off him, and used his intuition to lock onto the incoming figure.
Gin was hidden in the darkness, but the Destiny and Killing Intent wreathed around his gun were so dense they radiated a powerful presence. The Distillery's fortune was being funneled through Gin into that single weapon.
Gin was still brewing the shot, but the killing intent was already locked. Shinichi waited with joyful anticipation. In that gun, he felt the possibility of "Death."
In the lightless void, Gin and Shinichi engaged in close-quarters combat once more. Infinite Stand powers and supernatural abilities exploded between them, cancelling each other out in the clash. Their struggle was invisible to the world, swallowed by the wings of darkness.
But in that darkness, a pair of eyes still watched.
Mo Yu's Xiao Hei body was now as thin as a phantom, on the verge of vanishing. Shinichi had almost entirely usurped his existence. The Moriarty Heart was now truly Shinichi's. This was why Shinichi could manifest such extreme authorities as "Moriarty's Mouth" and siphon the fortunes of an entire organization.
The latter was the most absurd. If used differently—say, by siphoning the fortune of the entire Tokyo Police force and "killing" the manifestation—everyone in the department would drop dead. It was a conceptual weapon.
Mo Yu ignored the potential for catastrophe. He focused on the two fighters and the deeper evolution happening behind them.
End of Chapter
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