Don Andy dissolved in the first ray of morning light, blooming under the sunlight. The flesh on his body burst into powdery remnants.
Since blood was also a part of the corpse, it too transformed into a fluorescent, snowflake-like substance that began to vanish in the sun.
Johnson instinctively reached out, only to grasp at empty air.
Don Andy slept under the sunlight, ultimately unable to overcome his fear of Dio.
Life is full of too many regrets, and no one could even know about his obsession with a beautiful, warm world, no one knew how he escaped Dio, how he lived in fear.
After DIO's death, he fell into an even deeper despair, unable to imagine what kind of powerful person could defeat DIO, and even more unable to imagine that even a dead Dio was enough to make him tremble.
"Such a coward I am."
Upon learning that Johnson Joffrey was Dio's son, he knew this was his last chance to conquer himself.
But no one knew his obsession, no one could feel the complexity of humanity deep within his heart.
Perhaps it was because he was still human that he was abandoned by Dio.
As his body dissolved, all the pain he had suffered turned into nothingness.
There is nothing new under the sun.
Johnson Joffrey had his Stand tear off a strip of cloth from himself, then he tied it around the artery in his hand.
Tang En had torn off the flesh from his hand, revealing the white wrist bone.
The Joestar Family's bloodline was too powerful; he wondered if this arm would be crippled?
He lay on the ground in front of the villa, waiting for the ambulance.
He could feel his bodily functions completely breaking through; he used to be able to be a fitness coach, but now he could be a special forces soldier.
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After killing someone, Johnson did not experience the various discomforts often depicted in novels.
Even his mind had become cold-blooded, his courage had grown incomparably, and he had begun to disregard the law.
He was becoming more and more like a villain.
His taut nerves began to relax a little, and he turned to look at his Stand. Having faced life and death with it just now, he felt a touch of emotion.
Many Stands in the world have their own thoughts, such as Koichi's Echoes.
So Johnson looked up and asked it, "Can you speak? What did you think of the battle just now?"
The Stand tilted its head, remaining silent.
The Stand's form and appearance bore a slight resemblance to him, but the main colors of its body were red and gold.
It seemed it wasn't Koichi's Echoes.
"Weak!"
"Huh?" Johnson turned to look at it.
It gazed at the ruined villa with a serious expression.
"You can talk?"
"Weak!"
"Who are you calling weak?"
He pointed at himself with his finger, then at Johnson.
I get it, I'm weak, we're all weak.
Johnson suddenly felt like laughing. It seemed his Stand could only say "Pantsu" and "Muda."
"I'll give you a name," Johnson said.
All Stands have names, and mine should too.
At the time, due to the urgency of the situation, there was no time to think of a name.
"You're called..."
"You seem quite at ease." A magnetic male voice spoke from above Johnson's head. Johnson instinctively looked at his Stand, realizing it hadn't spoken.
So he twisted his head with difficulty and saw a tall figure standing beside him.
— Kujo Jotaro.
"Mr. Jotaro?" Johnson asked, somewhat surprised, "You…" Johnson paused, as if realizing something, "You've been here all this time?"
Jotaro walked over to Johnson's side. His tall figure was like a mountain, his azure eyes as transparent as glass, his impassive expression exuding immense authority.
Johnson instinctively tensed his body. He, who wasn't even afraid of death, actually felt fear in front of Jotaro.
"No, in fact, I just arrived," Jotaro said, turning his head to look at the dilapidated villa, "but the SPW Foundation has been monitoring you."
"That man was one of Dio's former subordinates. Of course, a scoundrel with a wicked heart couldn't possibly have any loyal followers. I hope you understand that."
Johnson half-closed his eyes, which glowed with a faint crimson light, and said, "I understand."
"Your survival, was it fate? Although I don't particularly like to use that word."
"I never believed in that. My resolve and spirit were victorious." Johnson's sudden words made Jotaro involuntarily turn his head to look at him.
Then he snorted and said, "Those are just empty words. What resolve? A little blood?" With that, he looked down at Johnson's almost ruined right hand.
You call this 'a little'?? I think I bled at least a pound! Johnson muttered to himself, but in the end, he didn't answer Jotaro. He really couldn't say those eloquent words that Giorno would.
"I killed someone, and caused such a huge commotion," Johnson said, hinting whether Jotaro could help him deal with it. He didn't want to end up at the police station.
Jotaro looked down at him, his eyelashes unusually long when he lowered his gaze. He looked thoughtful and slowly began to speak:
"I, Kujo Jotaro, have been called a delinquent since I was young. When I fought someone, I'd beat him until he was hospitalized. Incapable teachers who only threw their weight around, I'd teach them a lesson until they didn't dare come to school. The food was bad, and I often didn't pay. But even though I am like this, I still know what truly disgusting evil is!"
Johnson: "…What exactly are you trying to say?"
Jotaro let out a long sigh, his eyes seemingly saying, 'You're really stupid,' but he patiently explained, "I want to tell you that such a guy is evil. Don't feel guilty for killing him."
"What's truly important is to distinguish truly disgusting evil."
Johnson: "…" Is this a live lesson in the Golden Spirit? Are you a great educator?
Jotaro didn't pursue these matters further, looking at Johnson's Stand and asking, "Just awakened? What's its name?"
Oh right, I was just about to name it.
He looked at the Stand, and the Stand looked at him. Its snake-like eyes were chilling, but Johnson was very afraid that it would suddenly shout 'Muda' or 'Pantsu' at Jotaro, a suicidal act.
"I don't know. I can't think of one," Johnson said honestly.
"My Stand's name comes from tarot cards." As if in cooperation, Star Platinum appeared behind Jotaro. "I call him Star Platinum."
"tarot cards?" Johnson suddenly thought of something. "Then I'll use a divination from my soul. I'll call it—"
"Reversed Hierophant."
Stand Panel
Stand User: Johnson Joffrey
Stand Name: Reversed Hierophant
Power: C
Speed: A
Range: E
Persistence: C
Precision: B
Potential: A