"Bang bang!!"
Mista fired two bullets, the loud noise piercing eardrums, cutting through the air, and flying out at a speed of 500 meters per second, creating two holes in the door connecting the ordinary and luxury carriages. BIG, like a mass of flesh, suddenly rushed out.
It then writhed on the door like mud, seemingly trying to devour it.
Mista pressed the spot where dark blood flowed, a dangling mass of unfinished flesh hanging from his severed arm, like broken cotton threads still connected. The pain of the severed arm was naturally too much to dwell on, as if people in this world had a higher pain tolerance than usual.
However, since they are people who can awaken a Stand, their mental strength must be hundreds of times that of ordinary people. This also explains why Stand Users continue to attack without any issues despite strange amounts of bleeding.
Mista didn't pay attention to the bleeding from his arm, instead casually plugging it with his hand and asking in a low voice, "Can it grow back?"
Johnson Joffrey frowned slightly. In truth, he wasn't sure, because so far, he hadn't tried reattaching a severed arm.
The essence of his ability lies in energy; transferring energy to the injured area, providing energy to the platelets, granulation tissue, and other cells that automatically heal the wound, allowing them to rapidly divide and accelerate wound healing. However, it's clear that no matter how much energy your platelets have, they cannot reattach a severed arm.
Humans aren't geckos, after all.
After all, Johnson's ability was different from Giorno's; while it was inexplicable how Giorno, who grants life, could create severed arms, and how those severed arms could still possess life, it was true that only Johnson could reattach severed arms.
Johnson Joffrey glanced at Mista, shook his head, and said, "I don't know." He had only awakened his power a few days ago, and his previous method of reattaching severed limbs with strings had been proven unfeasible as he delved deeper into his abilities.
This was because the strings themselves were conduits for energy transfer and would disappear immediately after being separated from the Reversed Hierophant's control, making them useless for reattaching severed arms.
Mista looked at BIG, which was devouring the iron door, and said, "Then there's nothing we can do. If it's broken, it's broken."
Johnson wasn't too disappointed; he could always find Giorno to reattach his arm, as allying with Giorno had always been Johnson's biggest plan.
"Bang—"
The steel door connecting the carriages was completely devoured and collapsed with a crash—
Mista's mouth hung open in astonishment as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
The two carriages behind had essentially become BIG's breeding ground—
It was a world made entirely of flesh, like the world seen by a mentally ill man in a certain game (Saya no Uta).
BIG continued to devour humans as its nourishment. Several humans seemed to retain their consciousness, but they were all enveloped by BIG, moving slowly like bloated zombies. Tables, chairs, and windows were all covered with BIG's flesh.
The pinkish flesh moved with a grating sound, constantly writhing, making one nauseous.
After Korne got on the train, he found a quiet spot to wait, calculating the time, then pulled out a razor blade and swallowed it—committing suicide!
Nothing was more painful than the slow suicide of facing death. His resentment towards the world had escalated to its peak. He cursed from the bottom of his heart, wishing it would make him stronger.
Committing suicide with a heart full of vengeance for his comrades and a curse upon the world, his resentment lingered on BIG, rapidly expanding and devouring the entire carriage.
The original passengers had been completely devoured; several pairs of eyes, still being consumed, showed immense terror and were wide with fear.
Johnson Joffrey slowly moved his body, retreating backward, his gaze falling on the wall, which was covered in writing—
'I'm so scared' 'I'm going to die' 'Everyone's going to die' 'Die' 'Avenge Meg and Squalo' 'Risotto, go to hell' 'It hurts so much' 'It's killing me' ... Does BIG have its own intelligence? If not, why could it write these words? Johnson remembered that in the original story, BIG also scribbled on the plane.
Johnson Joffrey couldn't deal with such a creature. He could only absorb it with the arrow, but he had to pull out a string to absorb it. However, the prerequisite for absorption was pulling out a string, and pulling out a string from such a massive BIG with the Reversed Hierophant would take a very long time. Furthermore, BIG had countless clones, and each clone would need a string pulled out. Not to mention, its speed was always faster than the Reversed Hierophant.
The train entered a grayscale world. It was four in the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet, and the hazy sky was Sardinia's exclusive filter.
The chunks of flesh rapidly surged toward the next carriage; its target was the Assassination Team.
BIG's essence was the energy of resentment, an energy similar to a ghost, constantly clinging to you—
Johnson Joffrey and Mista slowly retreated. As if alive, BIG, like a living mass, slowly extended its tentacle-like Split (fissile bodies) towards them, crawling incessantly.
"This is really troublesome..." Mista said expressionlessly, as even facial muscle movements would affect BIG's actions. "Let Ghiaccio handle it. Maybe freezing this place with his ice can deal with it."
"Or I could jump off the train, leave this train."
Johnson listened to Mista without speaking. Mista raised his pistol, preparing to fire two shots to attract attention and call for help, but Johnson grabbed his hand as he was about to pull the trigger.
Mista looked at Johnson in surprise, who slowly opened his mouth and said:
"Mista, you only awakened your Stand yesterday, right?"
"Yeah, what about it? You're the one who gave me Stand power."
"Then I'll tell you a rule for Stand Users," Johnson Joffrey said with a sudden smile. "Stand Users, barring accidents, always fight alone."
"Huh?"
"Finding a way to solve problems in desperate situations is the key to becoming a Stand User. If you haven't tried every possible method, then don't expect a savior to descend from the heavens."
"But we can't deal with them at all right now!"
Johnson turned to look at Mista, his crimson eyes as calm as water, reflecting Mista's image. Johnson knew that Mista, having just awakened his Stand, had not yet experienced a life-or-death battle.
In the world of JoJo, we are taught a truth: no matter how far your comrades are from you, they might not be able to hear or see you for various reasons (see the original work, Giorno's battle with Babyface and Josuke's solo fight against Kira Yoshikage, where comrades were less than ten meters apart but still couldn't see or hear each other).