"Spiral Staircase" "Rhinoceros Beetle"
"Ruined Street" "Fig Tart" "Rhinoceros Beetle" "Dresden Street"
"Rhinoceros Beetle" "Singularity" "Giotto" "Angel"
"Hydrangea" "Rhinoceros Beetle" "Singularity" "Secret Emperor"
With the fourteen secret words etched in his heart, Father Pucci boarded a plane bound for Cape Canaveral.
Outside the window, white clouds drifted by.
Father Pucci finally relaxed, leaned back in his seat, and fell asleep.
The battle with Kai Ishida had consumed too much of his mental energy, and his identity had already been exposed, so Father Pucci didn't dare to rest, buying a plane ticket overnight.
Now, he could no longer resist and succumbed to sleep.
As he drifted into unconsciousness, a man dressed like a hooligan, sitting next to him, was reaching into his clothes.
The man, named Bruce, was a typical unemployed drifter, on his way to stay with his aunt, an animal keeper on Merritt Island.
But when he saw the sleeping Father Pucci, he couldn't help but feel a surge of greed.
Although he was poor, having spent years wandering the streets, his sharp eyes easily recognized that the priest's pants alone were worth 800 dollars
On the plane, most people were busy with their own affairs and didn't notice the wrongdoing.
Of course, there are always exceptions.
Two meters behind Father Pucci, in a window seat, a blonde, blue-eyed man shifted his gaze from the scenery outside the window towards Father Pucci.
"Is it my imagination? I've never met him, but he feels so familiar," the man murmured.
He was one of the few who noticed Bruce's misconduct.
As he pondered, Father Pucci's wallet had already been taken from his pocket by Bruce.
"Heh heh! I'm rich!"
"One, two, three..." With each Franklin counted, the smile on Bruce's face grew wider.
"This money is enough for me to not work for half a year, why bother with a job?!"
But just as the man was brimming with excitement, an arm rested on his shoulder.
At the same time, a mature male voice reached his ear.
"Sir, if you can voluntarily return the wallet, I can pretend this never happened."
"Ugh... Who are you, kid?" Bruce turned his head in displeasure, then sized up the owner of the arm.
He had bright golden hair, with his bangs styled into three donuts on his forehead and a braid down his back.
He wore an obviously expensive suit, but unlike typical suits, the man's chest had a heart-shaped cutout.
There were a pair of golden wings at the collar and beetle accessories on his body.
"Do I need to say it again?" Seeing that Bruce still had no intention of returning the wallet, a figure gradually materialized behind the man.
However, Bruce showed no reaction at all.
It was the unconscious priest nearby, who was now squinting one eye, and saw the figure behind the man.
It's a Stand!
Who exactly is this guy, and why does he have a Stand?!
At this moment, Bruce looked at the man in front of him with great arrogance, "I say, this has nothing to do with you, does it?"
"Besides, are you allowed to leave your seat on a plane? Flight attendant!"
As Bruce shouted, more and more passengers cast disapproving glances in their direction.
No one wanted to be disturbed.
Especially when traveling; the fatigue of life had almost suffocated them, and they had just managed to rest a bit during the flight, only to encounter such a thing.
Unpleasant!
Soon, the flight attendant arrived on the scene and said to the man apologetically, "Excuse me, sir, the plane is about to enter the taxiing phase. For your safety and the safety of other passengers, please return to your seat."
"Mm."
The man nodded, not intending to make things difficult for the flight attendant.
"But before that, there's one more thing to handle properly."
The man turned his head and asked again, "Are you sure you won't return this priest's wallet?"
"..."
Bruce said nothing, but looked at the man provocatively, his eyes seeming to say:
"I'm not giving it back, what can you do about it?"
Seeing this, the man was not surprised. He simply patted Bruce on the shoulder and then said:
"Openly stealing from a man of the cloth will bring retribution."
Then the man turned around, politely apologized to the flight attendant, and walked back to his seat.
"Ugh... Hahahaha!"
Upon hearing the man's childish curse, Bruce couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"If I can get money by being cursed, then let the curse come quickly, it's really going to kill me with laughter..."
Subsequently, the flight attendant also returned to her post.
Her mind was still constantly replaying the image of the polite handsome man from just now.
Meanwhile, the man returned to his seat, and the pink-haired woman beside him looked at him with displeasure, "Giorno, didn't Polnareff and the others tell us to act discreetly? You're actually using your Stand ability in public!"
"What does it matter? Ordinary people can't see Stands anyway," Giorno Giovanna said indifferently.
"More importantly, that priest whose wallet was stolen gives me a very familiar feeling, Trish. Do you know what this feeling is?"
Giorno looked earnestly at Trish beside him.
"This..." Trish pondered for a moment, then said, "From your description, it should be a bloodline connection. Could he be your father?"
Back in the Colosseum in Rome, she could also sense Diavolo's presence through their bloodline connection.
But upon hearing this explanation, Giorno shook his head.
"Impossible."
His father had died twenty-five years ago, with not even a corpse remaining.
How could he appear on a plane?
Moreover, judging from the priest's attire just now, he appeared to be a Catholic, so how could he be married with children?
"Then I'm not very clear," Trish said, spreading her hands.
Just then, another scream erupted on the plane.
"W-what the hell is this?!"
The other passengers once again cast their gaze over, discovering it was still the same hooligan.
Their expressions turned displeased.
One short-tempered passenger even stood up, about to curse loudly.
But when he saw the creature on Bruce's neck, the words he was about to utter instantly transformed into a national expletive.
"Shit!"
...Stand: Gold Experience
Ability: Can transform inanimate objects into living organisms by punching them. The type of organism can be decided by Giorno. If the object is destroyed, it reverts to its original form.
Power: C
Speed: A
Range: C
Durability: D
Precision: C
Development Potential: A