Many years ago, Don Andy was still an auto mechanic in a cold town in northern America. He was still very young and cheerful, asking everyone he met if it snowed in Egypt during winter.
America in the seventies and eighties wasn't as wealthy, let alone this frozen little town.
People could only smile and reply to him, "Probably not, it should be similar to Florida."
"That must be a warm place, but Florida occasionally gets snow," Tang En thought, but he couldn't get a definite answer. An ancient country with thousands of years of history must be full of mysterious beauty everywhere.
Around the age of thirty-two, Tang En prepared to go to Egypt.
Everyone thought he was foolish. In the impression of Americans, such countries were always fighting and very backward; to put it bluntly, they weren't democratic enough.
In this country, yellow sand erodes the entire world, only pausing before the pyramids, eventually disappearing into the clear sky, but when people are present, it is filled with the hustle and bustle of a city. Two different worlds intertwine in this country, serving as a demarcation line of ancient human civilization, a bell that can be rung at any time.
Although Tang En was just an ordinary mechanic, he loved history, and it was a solace in his peaceful world.
He disliked the night and was naturally sensitive, yet he encountered a man in the downtown area of Cairo one night.
The man stood on the steps looking at the night view of Cairo, bare-chested, with a star-shaped mark on his shoulder. An uneasy feeling rose in Tang En's heart. In front of this man, Tang En was like a country child visiting a grand restaurant for the first time, his heart filled with panic.
"Everything in this world changes, except for this starry sky."
In that instant, Tang En's heart became calm. He could even shift his gaze from the man, looking up at the moonless starry night the man spoke of.
"Tomorrow will surely be a good Weather," the man continued, "but I won't be able to see it."
"Why, Sir?" Tang En quickly asked, wondering why this young man couldn't see the beautiful Weather.
"I cannot appear under the sunlight." The man slowly turned his head, revealing a beautiful, unmanly face, with red eyes like stars in the sky and brilliant golden hair like the nascent dawn.
"Do you think I'm sad?" the man asked. Tang En was captivated by his eyes, unable to speak. The man waved his hand, and then he inexplicably went up the stairs.
Observing the man up close, Tang En was once again startled by his beauty.
"I won't be sad. If I cannot bask in the sunlight, then I shall be the king of this starlit wilderness."
"Will you follow me always in this starlit night? I am very lonely by myself."
"I'm going to kill you." Tang En said viciously after wiping the blood from his mouth. Although he had become a vampire, and all sorts of wounds on his body would heal quickly, he could still be injured and feel pain.
Johnson looked at Tang En, pondering. My ability is to pull out threads from objects. Although I don't know what these threads actually are, they will always return to the object itself. Furthermore, my ability can merge two unrelated things into one.
Johnson forgot the pain in his body and lowered his head to observe the broken wardrobe and lawnmower on the ground.
Connecting two things and then using the gravitational pull of the threads returning to their own bodies to collide and shatter them was a method he had come up with on the fly. Now, he was even more clear-headed than before.
I have surpassed myself.
The limits of pain and fear had been broken through. Now, regarding these two points, his limit had risen a level. For instance, before, being stabbed in the stomach would cause him so much pain he couldn't walk, but now, even with several broken bones, he could still jump around, and even do it in vain.
How should I put it? It's as refreshing as wearing new underwear on New Year's Day!
"He's even smiling, you brat." Tang En's expression was grim. "You've only just awakened a special ability of your Stand. Do you think that can change your fate of death?"
"Possession Assassin!" Tang En extended his right hand, radiating an undeniable killing intent. The black mist-like body of Possession Assassin gradually expanded, extending throughout the entire house, accompanied by hollow roars like wind, coiling around the whole room like a phantom.
"Your Stand needs one to two seconds to pull out that thread, and it can only pull out one at a time." Tang En's voice was low, then he let out an extremely boisterous laugh. "You watch me! This entire house is my Stand. So now, you are inside my Possession Assassin's belly."
"You're dead."
Johnson's expression changed slightly, and at the same time, he commanded his Stand to rush towards Tang En.
"How foolish. Your Stand only has a range of half a meter. Instead of using it to protect yourself, you send it to its death." Tang En sneered mockingly. In reality, the estimated distance was at least two meters; his Stand couldn't even touch him... "My goal is to pick up this revolver." Johnson said calmly. The red Stand didn't take many steps but immediately bent down to pick up the revolver.
"What!?"
Bang! A gunshot rang out, and a black bullet shot out from the dark muzzle, cutting through the air and hitting Tang En's forehead. Black blood spurted from his head, and he was thrown backward by the gun's force.
"It's useless! I am a Corpse Person!" Tang En roared with a distorted face. This shot made him completely recall his inhuman pain, and he lost his sanity. "Don't you understand!?"
Johnson showed a regretful expression, as if unaware that Corpse People could not die. Then he immediately reloaded and fired again. As if to prove he was immortal, Tang En didn't even move.
Another shot hit his thigh, but it was useless; Tang En was still jumping around.
Possession Assassin began to lower the ceiling, and the walls on both sides also started moving rapidly, trying to crush Johnson. Johnson immediately told his Stand to protect himself, but it was already too late. The Stand violently punched the ceiling.
The so-called ceiling was actually the first-floor's floor.
Pulling a thread from the ceiling, and then starting to hit the floor, pulling a thread from the floor. After the two threads were connected, Johnson's Stand tightened the two threads. The threads in Johnson's Stand's hands were quite fragile, like glass, but they were actually extraordinarily hard.
It became a support column between the ceiling and the floor, fixing the ceiling in place. The Possession Assassin wanted to continue falling, but found that the line was unexpectedly indestructible.
The ceiling had already started to descend, and the walls on both sides were forced to clamp it, preventing further movement.
"You..." Tang En was greatly alarmed and began to panic. He looked at Johnson's red eyes, which always reminded him of the nightmare's beginning in Cairo, Egypt.
"I already said, this is the beginning of my counterattack."
"According to your previous method, your Stand absolutely cannot let go of the line now. If it does, the ceiling and floor will surely absorb each other, and you will be crushed to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Possession Assassin began to manipulate other substances. The staircase handrail from the basement to the first floor automatically detached with a metallic screech, then shot over like a sharp sword.