The entire basement was enveloped in black mist. The black mist floated upwards, revealing its true form: it was an insubstantial mass, and a hazy red orb of light appeared in the middle of the black dense mist.
There was a skull on the red orb.
Johnson instinctively felt that this red orb was his true body.
Johnson was unusually calm. A long time ago, when he watched JOJO, he wondered how others found ways to save themselves in such critical situations. Generally speaking, the mere facts of death and pain are enough to make people stop thinking.
Now, facing hundreds of thousands of enemies, Johnson became even calmer. Whenever he tried to recall anything about fear, he always came up empty.
Fear comes from the gaze of the God of Death, but those who are always gazed upon by the God of Death will also learn to see clearly the God of Death, to see clearly the unknown, and to be prepared to exchange their lives for a bright path at any time.
He looked at his Stand, a red-glowing entity that roared "Muda" like a father and son, resembling Ultraman somewhat. He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder; that hyperrealism transcended fear.
"I got a Stand? This is unbelievable."
The Stand seemed to sense something, turning its head to look at Johnson. Only then did Johnson clearly see that the Stand had snake-like pupils, and they were red.
The Stand was expressionless, one hand resting on its stomach, the other on the back of its head, its center of gravity shifted backward, and its legs slightly bent, striking an extremely difficult pose—a JOJO pose.
Johnson: "..." What kind of secret signal is this, you bastard?
"Go! My Stand, Muda him for seventy pages!"
"You brat," Tang En said angrily, "What in the world are you talking about? You've been spouting nonsense from the very beginning!"
Johnson's Stand was full of agile muscles, as if every single one could erupt with intense energy. It took a slight forward and backward lunge, then shot forward in a sprint, moving incredibly fast.
"Save me, Possession Assassin!" Tang En quickly said, but it was already too late; Johnson's Stand's speed was easily rated A.
The wind from the punch carried a short-range impact, sweeping across Tang En's face and blowing his brownish-gold hair.
Just as Tang En thought he was about to take another punch, the Stand's fist stopped abruptly three centimeters from his cheek.
"Hoo-hoo—" Tang En immediately let out a sigh of relief, as if understanding something, and burst into arrogant laughter.
"Ha! I'm dying of laughter, its attack range isn't even a meter!"
Johnson's Stand tried to move forward, but it seemed to be held back by something.
Johnson's Stand didn't give up. It unclenched its fist, grabbed Tang En's face, and violently plunged its thumb into his eye.
"Ah ah!" Like a grape, Tang En's eye immediately burst, and blood splattered out.
Tang En hadn't expected Johnson's Stand to suddenly pull such a move. He screamed in pain, retreating a dozen steps until he quickly hit the wall.
But he didn't even cover his eye, seemingly not caring at all.
An ominous premonition rose in Johnson's heart.
Sure enough, Tang En's right eye began to smoke, making a sizzling sound. In less than half a minute, his right eye was completely restored.
This... what's going on?
"Didn't expect that, did you!!" Tang En seemed a little crazed, revealing sharp teeth. Only then did Johnson notice that Tang En's skin was excessively pale, even for a northerner.
"Thanks to your father, I haven't been human for a long time!!"
Johnson's red eyes widened, looking at Tang En in disbelief.
"I must drink your blood to quell my rage. The Joestar Family blood in you will make me stronger!"
Johnson wanted to say something, but Tang En didn't give him the chance, waving both hands and commanding his Stand to attack.
The basement was already narrow, and Tang En's Stand was long-range, while Johnson's was clearly close-combat. Johnson should have been at a disadvantage, but the cramped terrain also gave Johnson an advantage.
Axes, lawnmowers, machetes, wardrobes, and other weapons all rushed towards Johnson. Johnson's Stand immediately returned to his side, using its fists to block these flying, destructive weapons.
Because of the Stand's attachment, these inanimate objects appeared incredibly agile.
Tang En hid in the corner, carefully observing Johnson's attack characteristics, and touched his face.
On the surface, it seemed powerful, but in reality, it was mediocre; the attack strength was only at the level of an ordinary person.
The speed, however, was very fast.
Johnson also realized that he had almost been fooled by the Star Platinum-esque behavior of his Stand, which had just awakened, appeared, and caught a bullet. The strength of his Stand was rather disappointing; one punch couldn't even break a wardrobe.
Although it had indeed shattered a wooden puppet before, that puppet was actually just an ordinary one.
Fortunately, it was very fast, basically able to withstand attacks from all directions.
"The attack range is only one meter. As long as I don't get within one meter of you, I'll be fine."
Just as Johnson was wondering how to find a solution in this desperate situation, his Stand's hand seemed to hit a critical point in the wardrobe, then passed through it... as if it passed through a soul... "It... it passed through??" Johnson said in surprise.
His Stand was also very surprised, as if even it didn't know what was happening. He immediately pulled his hand out of the wardrobe, but pulled out... a line?
A line?
This line connected to the palm of his Stand's hand. His Stand tilted its head, not knowing what had happened. Johnson and Tang En were equally confused.
This line emitted a faint glow, carrying a vigorous... life force?
Relying on his excellent sensitivity, Johnson suddenly understood his Stand's ability. He shouted, "Cut it!"
His Stand performed a hand chop, horizontally striking the line that glowed with a faint white light.
"Crack––"
The line was brittle, breaking like glass.
Then the air was silent for a few seconds––
Nothing changed. The wardrobe was still the wardrobe, the axe was still the axe, Tang En was still Tang En. This ability was not as powerful as Johnson had imagined.
"Wh... what the hell?" Tang En twitched his mouth. "You scared me. Damn thing, your Stand is useless."
Wasn't that a lifeline? Johnson ignored Tang En's ranting, thought carefully, then whispered to his Stand, "Can you pull out lines from other objects?"
His Stand tilted its head, seemingly saying, "Let's try."
"Earlier, I repeatedly hit the wardrobe and suddenly found a point to pull out the line," Johnson thought to himself, then said, "Keep attacking the lawnmower, find that point, and I'll deal with the rest."
He picked up an iron rod, shaped like a baseball bat, used for locking cars, and swung it to block other objects attacking him.
His Stand shouted "Muda" several times and indeed pulled out another identical line from the lawnmower.
Johnson seemed to understand something. This understanding was conveyed to his Stand, which remembered the previous point on the wardrobe and directly pulled out that line from the point again.
"Snap!"
It suddenly clapped its hands together!
Without the Stand's pull, the two lines rapidly retracted back to their main bodies.
"Clang!"
The wardrobe and the lawnmower were suddenly pulled together, colliding with each other with a loud crash, shattering into pieces!
"Pfft—" Tang En spat out a mouthful of blood.
Stand injuries directly reflected onto the main body. When Tang En possessed other objects, those objects also became one of his Stands.
"Connecting two objects, is this my ability?" Johnson looked at his Stand.
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Stand User: Johnson Joffrey
Stand Name: ???
Power: C
Speed: A
Range: E
Durability: C
Precision: B
Potential: A