"How dare you take on my appearance! Unforgivable!"
Silver Chariot. Two Silver Chariots were facing off against each other. A Stand was formed from the blending of a person's spirit and life energy; it was impossible for two identical Stands to exist in this world. The enemy was incredibly strong to actually be able to mimic even Stand abilities.
Which one was the real one? There was no time left to think. The castle doors suddenly swung open, as if inviting everyone inside. It was definitely a trap, but whether they went in or not was no longer up to them.
The ground began to surge like rubber, actively pushing them forward. The castle doors slammed shut, and lights flickered on one by one. The first-floor hall was filled with countless mannequins.
"It's the Stand—Strength. He can manipulate the matter constructed through his Stand's assimilation. Every inch of land on this island is an extension of him!"
That being said, no matter how smart an orangutan was, its mental fortitude couldn't possibly be that strong. The Stand's properties had created this island, but the portion he could truly control at will had to be just a small fraction.
Since they couldn't find the orangutan, the only available target was the Stand user disguised as Polpol. There was absolutely no hesitation in choosing who to target.
"The World — The Hand!"
Zenith and The Hand lunged at different targets simultaneously. Appearances could be mimicked, but abilities could not. Polpol's thoroughly tempered swordsmanship was something an imitator could never hope to match.
The injured one was the fake. 'That was close,' Zenith thought to himself, realizing he had almost attacked the wrong person. Now that the target was confirmed, it was time to strike.
Stand: Yellow Temperance. Capable of devouring and assimilating organic matter, while also possessing the ability to absorb impacts and shapeshift.
Devour and assimilate? Absorb impacts? Muda! Muda! Against The Hand's space-erasing ability, Yellow Temperance was nothing but a total scrub.
"rero rero rero rero!!"
The parts of the body touched by The Hand vanished into thin air, and the Stand user himself began to spray blood and scream in agony.
The mannequins started moving as well, leaping up one after another. Only then did the group notice that sharp blades were affixed to the hands of every single dummy.
Stand: Ebony Devil. Possesses the Stand ability to control puppets and attack through sheer malice.
What a staggering number. Ebony Devil could only control one puppet at a time, but by individually manipulating the puppets to jump and adjusting the angles of their blades, it could use gravity to launch an attack.
Jotaro made his move. The invincible Star Platinum unleashed a sky full of afterimages from its fists, shattering every falling puppet to pieces.
"Hah, I've got you! None of you bastards move a muscle!"
A hole burst open in the floor, and Ebony Devil's true body, Devo the Cursed, made his grand entrance. He held a dagger, pressing the blade right against Holly's back.
"How utterly stupid, bringing a defenseless woman along with you. This is your mother, isn't it, Jotaro? You must follow my orders, or I'll plunge this dagger right into her!"
But he was overthinking things. Having eaten the Enchanted Golden Apple, Holly might still not know how to fight, but her physical attributes had already surpassed those of an ordinary human. At the very least, her personal stats had to be a solid B in both power and speed.
That was her own human body, not a Stand ability!
An over-the-shoulder throw! The beautiful, gentle Holly could fight too. With her immense physical strength, she tossed Devo the Cursed directly at Jotaro's feet.
Lifted up by his head in Jotaro's grip, Devo looked absolutely terrified. Who could have imagined that the seemingly frail woman was actually the second strongest person in this group in terms of pure physical stats?
The first, without a doubt, was Zenith. Possessing the traits of a Minecraft player, his physical constitution was on the level of a monster and couldn't be measured by common sense.
"You can't kill me! These puppets' bodies are stuffed full of bombs. If you make a move, I'll blow you all sky-high!"
How despicable. Looking closely at the puppet fragments, one could indeed spot circuits and detonators. A batch of puppets had been smashed, but there were still plenty left intact—more than enough to blow the entire castle to rubble.
"As everyone knows, explosions don't work underwater in Minecraft."
A water bucket suddenly appeared in Zenith's hand. Devo didn't dare make a reckless move, forced to simply watch as Zenith poured water into each of the four corners of the castle hall. The flowing water instantly covered the entire room.
This defied all logic!
Of course it defied logic. Who the hell cares about science when playing Minecraft? Zenith put away the four empty buckets and signaled for Jotaro to go ahead and make his move.
Although no one could understand Zenith's "as everyone knows" logic, he was a miraculous man, and Jotaro chose to trust him. As for the guy in his hand, he actually dared to use his mother to threaten him. Unforgivable!
It was a barrage—a combined grandfather-grandson beatdown from Jotaro and Joseph Joestar. Holly was Jotaro's mother and Joseph's daughter; they would absolutely never allow anyone to harm her.
Devo was batted back and forth in mid-air like a volleyball. However, the bombs still hadn't detonated. He was a coward, still clinging to the hope of surviving this ordeal, lacking the guts to actively embrace death.
"What a piece of trash. I have to handle even this little thing myself."
A fourth enemy appeared. He stood on the third-floor balcony of the castle, looking down at them. He pressed the remote control in his hand, and accompanied by a series of beeps, the explosions began.
The ground shook and the mountains swayed. The fire and smoke effects were spectacular, but they didn't deal a single point of damage. All the impact and energy were absorbed by the water, at most kicking up a few splashes.
"Looks like Hol Horse, or whatever his name was."
The guy upstairs trying to look cool in a cowboy hat—his Stand should be the gun representing the "Emperor" card. Its trait was that the handgun could be summoned at will, and the fired bullets could be freely controlled mid-flight.
"My review is that it's even worse than Hermit Purple."
Zenith whipped out an RPG-7 and aimed it straight upstairs. "Your pistol is so tiny! Why don't you get a taste of my big guy!"
According to Minecraft calculations, this shot would deal a massive 133 points of damage to an unarmored target. Even someone wearing a full set of Netherite armor with Blast Protection enchantments would still eat 22 points of damage.
In other words, a direct hit from this could one-shot Zenith, considering he only had 20 health points in total.
The actual display of its power was absurd. With an 8-meter blast radius, it blew a massive skylight right through the castle roof. Never mind the explosion radius—was this really just an RPG in terms of sheer force? An aerial bomb would only be about this strong!
Back in the Overworld, Zenith had already tested it out. This thing could blast open a crater 8 meters wide and 6 meters deep.
It was completely over the top. All that could be said was, as expected of a Minecraft product.
In this quartet of Stand battles, as it stood now: Yellow Temperance was beaten out of human shape, Ebony Devil was twisted into a pretzel, and Emperor was executed by a rocket launcher.
Only the orangutan was left.
The perverted orangutan indicated that he was currently panicking. He had originally planned to take Holly hostage himself, but who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, all three of his teammates would be wiped out.
What should he do? Asking the internet, it's pretty urgent.
"Found you!"
Kakyoin, who had been offline for a while, finally snapped back to reality. Hierophant Green spread out in all directions, extending all the way down the hole Devo had popped out of, and finally dragged out the orangutan who had been hiding on the sidelines playing support.
Seven against one. The orangutan gave an awkward yet polite smile, and was then brutally gang-beaten for the span of 3,000 words before making a miserable exit.