Johnson turned to glance at the fortune-telling house, then looked down at the Reversed Hierophant tarot cards in his hand, letting out a sigh of relief, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.
Of course, everything he told Fuyika was false.
He already said it, he was just an ordinary middle school student, not even a Stand User.
Ko no Johnson Joffrey da!
Perhaps it was due to Johnson's innate skill, Best Villain Charm Unlimited, and also his surprise at the system's power, that this was the first time he had correctly used a skill given by the system; it seemed the system wasn't as useless as he thought.
Those with weak willpower would be scared to pee their pants on the spot, and the timid wouldn't even be able to look Johnson in the eye.
Furthermore, Fuyika's discovery that her face reading and tarot cards gave opposite results completely shattered her mindset, especially since she had undoubtedly revealed that she possessed a Stand.
Johnson smiled. He needed more, he needed more people like Fuyika. According to what Fuyika said, she came to him guided by fortune-telling, which was also destiny... Could the system be the reason for the opposite fortune-telling results? The system gave him the combined body of DIO and Jonathan, and also gave him powerful villain charm, but the most important thing was spirit. The jojo's bizarre adventure World's most important aspect was still spirit... So, was the face-reading for 'chosen one' and the spirit-reading for Reversed Hierophant?
Upon learning of this result, Johnson clenched his fist. If the fortune-telling result was true, then he would just have to break destiny.
There were too many things that could truly change destiny: The World's time stop, King Crimson's time erasure... Destiny in this world was both incredibly resilient and unexpectedly fragile.
After careful consideration, Johnson harbored an extraordinary ambition—he wanted to use the powerful charm of Best Villain Charm Unlimited to attract others and build his own organization.
But how do I contact my subordinates scattered everywhere?
After all, I'm not even a Stand User. Using a mobile phone is too childish! Imagine a mysterious underground cult organization of Stand Users, Ripple, mystical fortune-telling, and magic, where members communicate like high school girls gossiping on the phone – it's so embarrassing.
As he conceptualized his future organization, he found himself back home when he looked up.
"Didn't you find Mom?"
Jimmy Jofrry sat in the quiet living room, the lights off, and his sudden shout startled Johnson.
It was then that he remembered that he was originally going to look for the original owner's mother.
It seemed Jimmy had also found nothing.
Jimmy said a few more words of apology. Johnson sighed, didn't turn on the lights, and walked to sit on the living room sofa.
In the hidden darkness, with only a few faint rays of moonlight filtering through the curtain gaps, he finally spoke to his stepson, who had changed so much in three months, using the cover of the deep black.
"I've actually had a few things I wanted to say to you," Jimmy began, "You've changed recently, but I shouldn't pry too much. The Declaration of Independence states that every American has his own freedom."
"But," Jimmy Jofrry said sorrowfully, his voice low like the chirping of cicadas in early autumn. He then pulled out a photo from his embrace and handed it to Johnson.
Johnson's mouth twitched involuntarily the moment he saw the photo in the moonlight, hiding his speechless eyes in the darkness.
—The photo was still the one Joseph took with Hermit Purple, which DIO had defined as the most useless Stand. Giorno would probably say, 'I have the same one!'
Seriously, how many times has this photo been copied? Why does everyone have a copy? Is Joseph the number one DIO fan in the JOJO World?
Johnson looked at it several times carefully. A strong and eerie man had his back to the camera, and there was a familiar ? mark at the junction of his neck and shoulder, identical to the one on his own back.
"Hmm, I'll keep it. Maybe one day I can use this to reunite with my long-lost gangster godfather brother and cling to his leg."
"This man is your father," Jimmy Jofrry said, a hint of nervousness and unwillingness in his voice, perhaps feeling a vast gap between himself and DIO. He was afraid Johnson wouldn't know. "Your mother truly loved him."
Johnson sniffed, surprised by DIO's charm. Johnson's mother didn't have the so-called flesh bud, and Giorno's mother also escaped from DIO's clutches, which was clearly intentional on DIO's part.
Over Heaven? Is he using his child to help him achieve Over Heaven, or does he know he will die and the child is just a method for future resurrection? Or is it just to have children to drink blood? As long as he keeps making bread, he can have an endless supply of Joestar blood?
Johnson scratched his head, completely tuning out his stepfather's nagging. His mind was filled with speculations about the future and curses for Araki, the old demon who loves to retcon.
"Johnson, what are we having for breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"Oh, that's a topic I'm somewhat interested in."
"Apple pie… Hmm? Is the mall across the street still open?"
"…What?"
"There's a light over there," Johnson said, pointing a finger at the light that had suddenly appeared across the street.
Jimmy, slightly annoyed by Johnson's interruption, followed Johnson's gaze.
"It's just… there's always been a red light over there…"
Johnson suddenly exploded into action, his muscles tensing. Like lightning, he grabbed Jimmy's collar. The flabby middle-aged man was lifted like a small chick, flipped over behind the sofa, and rolled to the side with incredible speed. This time, his body's movements far outpaced his consciousness.
A grenade launcher boomed, bringing a fervent hurricane roaring towards the Jofrry home. Instantly, flames shot skyward and red light filled the air, blasting a large hole directly through the wall!
The shattered floor and walls spewed out gravel and dust. The impact of the gunpowder threw both of them several meters. Johnson and Jimmy coughed a few times; they were too close. Both Johnson and Jimmy were injured by the aftershock. Jimmy's leg and stomach were blown open, and Johnson's shoulder was struck by shrapnel.
"Terrorists… Terrorists? Or Arabs?" Jimmy struggled to breathe, the pain contorting him like a shrimp. Everything in front of him began to darken and blur.
"No…"
Johnson stared blankly into the void, his left hand clutching his right shoulder… He frowned, his red eyes reflecting a doll holding a grenade launcher… "Ya ho ho!" The puppet doll let out a sharp and comical cry, rotating its wooden body with an eerie creaking sound. It stood on the moonlit windowsill, its toy eyes glowing red, illuminating the entire room, holding a grenade launcher several times its size, displaying a cruel terror.
Is it Annabelle?
No! It's a Stand attack!