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Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life.""Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life.!""Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life."Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life.

"Ahhhh!"

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life.

Before the yellow-haired man could let out half of his agonizing cries, Roland interrupted him with another swift kick.

"You're a man, aren't you? Crying like this over pain, it's not going to bode well for what comes next. I've endured pain far beyond what you can imagine, yet I'm still maintaining my composure. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me!"

Roland extended his hand, showcasing it to the yellow-haired man.

In the dim light, his nails appeared to grow visibly, slowly but steadily, like nourished shoots.

"It's quite incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, and today they've grown three centimeters. But there's no way around it. With so many clients I see every day, I always come across a few who pique my interest. When I see them leave, I have an unconscious urge to follow."

Roland displayed his long nails as evidence of the pressure building within him.

"I've lost count of how many times I've thought it through. Following them home, evading notice, forcibly entering their homes, then performing my signature act, and finally, success."

"But every time, I held myself back. To compensate for the restless desires within me, I've had to prioritize spending my hard-earned money on custom hand models. It's delayed me from finding a new home, and what if it attracts unwanted attention? It contradicts the principles of my life."

Roland retracted his hand and stared coldly at the man who couldn't even utter pleas as he ruthlessly stomped several times on the severed hand.

"Because I consider it a test. To grow, one must overcome their past self."

"And you, scum like you, are wasting my precious time, forcing me to expose the emotions I've been holding back. How will you compensate me?"

Roland yelled with a hint of losing control, drowning out the man's cries for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen - The First Bomb."

In a fiery explosion, Roland crushed the ashes of the human-shaped remains before him, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand.

He began to clean up the remaining traces.

In the presence of Killer Queen, this otherwise tedious task became effortless.

Finally, his nails stopped growing.

Although the scum's hands before him didn't qualify as a prize, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief through this cathartic release of tension.

Apart from the impact of dealing with potential threats to his peaceful life due to the influence of his Stand, Roland realized something about himself that he had been suppressing for some time.

In the end, his actions and choices were up to him. The way he maintained his tranquil life was also of his own definition.

The Key of the Holy Grail had made it clear; he was the master of his Stand, the one who held the chain.

Before arriving in this world, Roland lost his parents in a traffic accident, probably when he was in middle school.

During his initial period of grief and sorrow, he realized something that filled him with dread.

He no longer had anyone to rely on.

Despite not encountering any unpleasant relatives and having a substantial inheritance from his parents, at that time, he couldn't fathom the crisis of watching his assets dwindle day by day.

To survive better, to ensure that he wouldn't be helpless in the face of sudden calamities, he had to carefully consider the consequences of every action.

Crossing into another world was something many people yearned for, even a miracle worth sacrificing everything for.

However, crossing alone was a gamble with one's life.

He had to rely on himself, trust only himself.

This period of high-strung vigilance had consumed much of Roland's mental energy.

In his attempt to keep his Stand in check, he had become too repressed.

But only now did he realize that beyond the influence of his Stand, he was suppressing his own feelings.

He was a bundle of contradictions.

Upon his arrival in this world, Roland finally experienced genuine joy.

"What a ridiculous circle I've been going in..."

At this moment, he looked up at the dark but clear night sky, feeling an unusual sense of relaxation and peace.

Until the next Stand appeared, until he digested Yoshikage Kira, he would continue to maintain this peaceful life.

He would work steadily, deal with troubles sensibly, and make decisive decisions when facing uncertainties, no matter who was involved.

In summary, anyone who disrupted his peace, who made him feel uneasy, had to die.

Stepping over the long-dispersed ashes, Roland approached the spot where the yellow-haired man had been drinking alone.

Just as he was about to remove the remaining items from his bag, a file folder among the beer and various convenience store snacks caught his attention.

"What is this? A property deed?"

Roland pulled out the file and quickly skimmed through it.

It seemed this old mansion was up for sale, and the description was quite detailed.

A large estate made up of traditional Japanese architecture, including a tool shed and a spacious garden, located in a quiet area, unoccupied, and had already undergone some cleaning.

Though the garden had a few too many weeds, it was suitable for a brief stay.

Several keywords in the description had already piqued Roland's interest. And when he saw the floor plan of the estate, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that his good fortune had come into play once again.

Roland remembered the neglected ability he had.

Yoshikage Kira had relied on coincidences and luck multiple times.

If he could have accepted leaving Morioh, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

So, this was how lucky people operated.

They weren't immune to crises; they just managed to avoid danger and reap rewards when it did come.

He placed the property deed back into his bag.

With this in hand, he wouldn't need to spend time recording suitable rental housing when he returned home tonight.

Though he had wasted some time on the way, in the end, he would still have plenty of time for a good night's sleep.

"What's this? I thought these past few days were unlucky, but it seems like luck is on my side after all."

Roland smiled and walked toward the direction of his new life.