Chapter 15, Invasion
"What a boring night. No robbery, no criminal activity and no terror activity." Jotaro muttered standing at the top of a high skyscraper in disappointment as he watched the ground over a vast distance.
"Help!!"
"Huh?" He heard a voice, in pain. From his enhanced hearing he focused and narrowed his as he pin points the location with ease. "How are they and what are they fighting?"
He muttered as he saw a blond woman fighting a monster using light base weapons. Literally light base weapons which she could manipulate like size, shape and potential. Against a monster who might look like a demon.
Neither that look like a dungeon monster nor any human mutant going out of control. Moreover there was another woman which the blonde was protecting while fighting three monsters.
He ran and jumped from the sky scraper without fear or hesitation.
*Snap
He snapped his finger and appeared right in front the blond women who was gravely or mortally wounded like the one she was protecting and before the demonic monster entity.
"Strong. Leave." He muttered as he effortlessly held the sharp long tail of the creature and released his dense aura upon them. Commanding and intimidating the three monsters who stopped moving.
*Growl
The monster, not backing down, stepped forward as he pulled his tail but was unable to do so against Jotaro's strength and grip.
"Hu..ma…n lea..v e." Both black haired and blond dying women muttered to speak before passing out cold.
"So it's dead then, not disappointing." Jotaro said with a smile as he looked at the monster who felt like laughing at him.
Jotaro reacted faster, as the monster attempted to attack with his sharp claws followed by his companions jumping on him. "Racist monster. That's something new."
"Too slow."
The world fractured.
The demon's claws passed through where Jotaro had been a fraction of a second ago, slicing nothing but afterimages. Space folded in on itself, snapping Jotaro sideways like a misplaced frame in reality. He reappeared at the monster's flank, already mid-motion.
His fist connected.
There was no flashy explosion—just a dull, concussive thud, as if the air itself had been punched solid. The demon's ribcage caved inward unnaturally, its massive body launched across the street and embedded halfway into a concrete building. The structure groaned, spiderweb cracks racing outward before collapsing in a cloud of dust.
The other two monsters didn't hesitate.
One leapt from above, jaws splitting open far wider than anatomy allowed, rows of rotating teeth glowing with corrupted energy. The second vanished into shadow, reappearing behind Jotaro with twin bone-blades aimed at his spine.
Jotaro didn't turn.
Snap.
Gravity inverted in a localized area.
The airborne monster was violently slammed downward, its body pancaking into the asphalt so hard the street cratered. Its screech cut off abruptly as its skull met bedrock.
The shadow one struck—
and froze.
Its blades halted inches from Jotaro's back, trembling violently as if caught in invisible resin.
"Oh?" Jotaro glanced over his shoulder. "You thought stealth works on me?"
He closed his fingers.
The space inside the monster twisted.
There was no blood spray, no cinematic gore—just a wet, nauseating compression sound, like metal being crushed in a hydraulic press. The creature folded in on itself and collapsed into a warped, lifeless heap.
The first demon tore itself free from the ruined building, roaring in fury. Its body began to swell, dark veins glowing as it forced more power into its core. Horns elongated, muscles tearing and reforming as it entered some kind of berserk state.
Jotaro sighed.
"Always the same pattern. Loud. Ugly. Desperate."
The demon charged, tail whipping forward faster than before, claws coated in black flame. This time, Jotaro didn't dodge.
He stepped into the attack.
The tail shattered on contact with his miasmic aura, exploding into fragments mid-air like brittle glass. The black flames fizzled out the moment they touched him, snuffed as if reality itself rejected them.
Jotaro grabbed the demon by the face.
Not the skull—
the concept of its head.
The creature screamed as its senses unraveled, vision splitting into overlapping layers, depth collapsing, directions losing meaning.
"You're not from this world," Jotaro said calmly. "And you're not welcome."
He twisted his wrist.
The demon's body unraveled like a bad edit—layers peeling away, matter desynchronizing from itself. With a final distorted howl, it collapsed inward and vanished, leaving behind only scorched pavement and a lingering distortion in the air.
Silence returned.
Jotaro exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as if loosening stiff joints. "Still boring," he muttered.
He turned back to the two unconscious women.
The blonde's light constructs flickered weakly before dissolving. Her breathing was shallow. The other woman was worse—pulse erratic, aura barely holding together.
Jotaro crouched, placing two fingers lightly against the ground.
Snap.
The space beneath them stabilized. Wounds stopped worsening—not healed, but paused, reality instructed to wait.
"Don't die yet," he said flatly. "You owe me an explanation."
Far above, unseen, something shifted.
And for the first time that night— Jotaro felt it.
"Probabaley heal them and first." He took them into his dimension with a snap and began some first aid using his aura to stabilize plus close their wounds.