If my life were a novel, then this author must be a perverted author who pursues extreme plot twists.
This definitely isn't a Qidian novel; if it were, the invincible Jotaro would take me as his disciple the first time he saw me, and I would awaken my Stand at birth, possessing extraordinary talent.
This definitely isn't a Feilu novel; if it were, the system would have long given me various powerful weapons to crush the killer puppet opposite me, bringing great satisfaction to the readers… Johnson Joffrey thought this, diverting his attention, feeling truly wronged.
There was no protagonist as wronged as him, and he couldn't help but wipe away tears like a tough man… A "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound came from the corner of the wardrobe; a mouse stared at Johnson, seemingly blaming Johnson for occupying its spot.
The killer puppet did indeed open Johnson's door, that much was absolutely correct.
But it seemed to have walked away without seeing Johnson.
Why?
Because of the rat? Could it be a Stand that automatically targets enemies?
Johnson took a deep breath, suppressing the pain throughout his body, and carefully moved to peek through the hole gnawed by the rat to see the puppet's situation, but his shoulder blade seemed to be broken, and the pain pulled him back.
Outside the door, the puppet's 'yah-ho-ho' laughter came again.
It was still in the basement, no more than two meters away from him.
I must call Jotaro to save me. The phone is in the entrance garden. This time I'll call the hotel directly; maybe I can reach him. The second floor is definitely inaccessible.
"Yah-ho-ho!"
The puppet's laughter remained, but it was actually a bit anxious. It wasn't sure if it had completely eliminated Johnson.
Johnson was at a loss as to why the killer puppet didn't kill him when he opened the door.
Escaping death and facing it head-on made him calm down. Nothing makes a person grow faster than personally going to the battlefield and walking the line between life and death.
He gritted his teeth and straightened his body. Before, he thought that dying would be an easy thing, but after brushing with death, he suddenly realized... as long as he was alive, he had to do his part for living.
Through the hole gnawed by the rat, Johnson looked towards the dark basement, but within his limited vision, there was no puppet.
The puppet holding the grenade launcher suddenly appeared in his line of sight. Johnson's gaze fell on its back… In just a flash, it immediately turned around, as if it knew of Johnson's presence, and raised the grenade launcher, aiming at the wardrobe where Johnson was.
What's going on? How did it find me again?
Johnson stared at the familiar dark muzzle in surprise. He wondered if it was because he had overcome the fear of death, but the confusion in Johnson's heart actually surpassed his fear… The killer puppet pulled the trigger, and Johnson once again faced death.
Oh no, this time I'm really going to die.
"Click!"
— The grenade launcher fired a blank.
The killer puppet looked down at the grenade launcher in its hand, which was several times larger than itself, in confusion. The empty ammunition clip fell to the ground… Woc, was his luck too good?
Johnson broke out in a cold sweat. Three times now, he had seen the killer puppet three times, and all three times he thought he was doomed… but he survived each time. When he had prepared himself for death, the tables turned—he began to understand the killer puppet's attack pattern, and the grenade launcher also had no ammunition left… Just as Johnson was rejoicing, the killer puppet pulled out a revolver.
What the hell, why? Why do you have so many weapons?
The JOJO series that left the deepest impression on Johnson was golden wind. Before he transmigrated, the golden wind anime was airing. He remembered it was on hiatus for two weeks, making the scumbag boss Diavolo 'die' for two weeks, but he transmigrated before he could see the ending.
Giorno in the plot seemed to have read the script; he understood the attack patterns of every Stand.
This Stand was clearly a long-range Stand, so it must also have its own attack patterns and limitations…
For example, an attack with high temperature (The Grateful Dead), an attack on moving objects (Notorious B.I.G.), an attack on things at a low level (Cioccolata)... Then the Possession Assassin's attack should be—
The Possession Assassin once again approached the wardrobe with its revolver, opening the cabinet door. Johnson took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
If he wasn't mistaken, the Possession Assassin could only attack objects that saw it. Its attack pattern should be… sight.
That's right, he saw the Possession Assassin three times, and it attacked three times. The only time he closed his eyes and waited for death, it didn't attack… Ah, I understand, I've seen through all your attacks!
He closed his eyes, feeling the Possession Assassin scan the inside of the wardrobe, and heard the sound of a bullet being chambered.
Did it see me?
"Bang—!!"
A clear gunshot rang out, completely different from the muffled sound of a grenade launcher.
Blood bloomed, like a flower bud.
The Possession Assassin let out a "Ya ho ho" laugh, closed the cabinet door, and left.
"Hoo—hooh hoo—"
Johnson opened his eyes in the darkness, trembling all over, gasping for air, his clothes soaked with sweat.
He cautiously opened his eyes. The Possession Assassin had indeed fired into the wardrobe just now, but it wasn't to kill him, but rather… Johnson looked down and saw a mouse that had been blasted into mince by the revolver's powerful firepower.
He guessed correctly; the Possession Assassin only attacks when it appears in the sight of a living creature.
Johnson closed his eyes. He had lived here for four months, and he could find his way upstairs even with his eyes closed. All he needed to do was call Jotaro and let Star Platinum use his invincible Jotaro to figure out a solution.
He cautiously opened the door with his eyes closed, crawling on the ground, slowly fumbling his way forward.
The Possession Assassin didn't come, which meant he guessed correctly. Under no circumstances should he open his eyes… The path forward was harder than he imagined, with too many cluttered items in the basement, plus the constantly moving Possession Assassin. His shoulder had been gushing blood, and he had already lost too much blood. The fractured parts of his body had no strength and were quite painful.
Most importantly, he was very afraid of bumping into the Possession Assassin.
Murphy's Law dictates that what you fear will happen. Johnson's heart was in his throat because he heard the sound of the Possession Assassin's wooden movement getting closer and closer, right above his head.
This is great.
Johnson Joffrey had no other choice but to remain motionless.
The Possession Assassin itself is invisible, but a long-range Stand is very likely to have its own will. Perhaps it will discover that there was no such thing here before, and now there is an extra thing.
As long as I don't move, he won't discover me.
"That would be strange, you fool."
A man's voice sounded in front of him. Johnson was so surprised that he almost opened his eyes. The man, wearing leather shoes, made a 'tap-tap-tap' sound as he walked slowly and unhurriedly.
"I almost thought [Possession Assassin] had already killed you, didn't I?" The man's mocking voice made no attempt to hide, "I didn't expect a teenager like you to see through the ability of my Don Andy [Possession Assassin]."
"If I hadn't come to check, you really would have gotten away."
Stand Panel
Stand User: Don Andy
Stand Name: Possession Assassin
Destructive Power: B
Speed: C
Range: A
Durability: A
Precision: E
Development Potential: C
I'll write another chapter!
JOJO! I'm not sleeping!