JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

"I know, that's why I sent you to give it a try!"

Diablo led Pucci to Jacqueline's bedroom, where Jacqueline was sitting in a chair reading a book.

Seeing Diablo bring someone in, Jacqueline put down her book. "Is he here to help me regain my memories?"

"Yes, don't be afraid later." (New Biquge)

As Pucci summoned the White Snake, a humanoid stand-in exuding philosophical flair appeared before Jacqueline.

Although he has forgotten that he is a Stand user, which makes him unable to see his Stand, the White Snake is one of the few Stands with a tangible form.

"Don't be afraid." With that, the white snake struck Jacqueline's forehead with a finger.

As a disc was quickly pulled out, all her memories were revealed.

"All her memories are only from these two days?" Pucci was very surprised. He checked the disc repeatedly and confirmed that this was all her memories.

“This condition is probably incurable.” Pucci handed the disc to Diablo. “All his memories are gone. Even I can’t help him.”

"Really?" Looking at the disc in his hand, Diablo felt powerless for the first time.

Even when facing enemies multiple times, he could always find a way to turn defeat into victory.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

"Try to think positively, just treat it as starting a new relationship, what's the big deal?" Pucci patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Diablo could only manage a wry smile before preparing to return the disc to Jacqueline.

But at that moment, the White Snake suddenly spoke up: "I can recreate her memories based on other people's memories of her."

Ok?

These words not only startled Diablo, but also shocked Pucci.

"You can do this too?" Pucci looked at his Stand with some unfamiliarity. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask," the White Snake retorted, convinced of her point.

Upon hearing that Jacqueline could regain her memories, Diablo looked excitedly at the white snake, but then seemed to remember something.

There must be some cost to doing this!

Is there a price to pay?

“Of course,” the white snake nodded, “this requires unprecedented mental focus from me, so in addition to taking a long time, I also need to sleep for a period of time.”

When will you wake up?

"I don't know."

Hearing about such a high price, Diablo felt a pang of pity, and Pucci himself spoke up to stop him, saying, "No, you can't do this."

Although it was somewhat disingenuous to say this in front of Diablo, Diablo agreed with Pucci's approach.

After all, the corresponding price is too high, and it's even uncertain when he will wake up.

However, the White Snake merely glanced at Pucci and said, "I'm just your substitute. If I'm gone, you can just replace me, or awaken another one."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Pucci was getting angry.

Although this stand-in has always complained that his orders are too boring, he is like another version of himself.

“I’ve made up my mind, and there’s no way you can stop me,” the White Snake asked Pucci before returning to his body. “If you really disagree, why would I have made this decision?”

Diablo was taken aback by these words and looked at Pucci in disbelief.

Sure enough, Pucci was now smiling helplessly, "Really, it's better to change the stand-in, it can't keep secrets anymore..."

He decided to help Diablo.

“You don’t need to do this for me. After all, it’s just that I’ve lost my memory. There’s no need for me to recover it…” Diablo tried to persuade him.

But Pucci has already made his decision.

“Memory is the most precious thing a person can have!” Pucci looked at Jacqueline lying on the bed and couldn’t help but think of his sister Pera.

He knew that the reason his sister didn't want to wake up was because of that unforgettable memory.

He wanted to erase his sister's memories, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Because the White Snake had told him that even if he could erase his memories, he could not erase the place his younger brother held in his sister's heart.

How will they face each other again after they wake up?

Are we going to use fabricated, flawed memories to cover it up for them?

That was not only deceiving oneself and one's younger siblings, but also deceiving God.

Therefore, he understood what a person's memory represented.

"Memory represents a person's living proof of the past! Once a person forgets themselves, how long can they expect others to remember them?"

Diablo was speechless for a long time; he never expected that Pucci would go to such lengths for him.

"Puch, thank you."

"Don't mention it, this isn't like you!" Pucci put his arm around his neck. "Besides, I'm not helping you for nothing. I'll be counting on you to find my brother and wake my sister up!"

"Ah."

“Also,” Pucci added, “I’m a little short on cash lately…”

“No problem, we’ll just extort another sum of money from Joseph at dinner tonight. It’s a piece of cake.”

So the two, now forced into prostitution, began discussing how much they should extort.

Joseph, who was in the hotel, suddenly sneezed. "What's wrong? Is it so cold? Why do I feel a chill down my back?"

That evening, Diablo asked Mira to look after the children at home while he took Pucci to the restaurant they had booked.

He had booked the entire venue for the night, so the only guests he was entertaining were Pucci, Joseph, Caesar, and Wamuu.

After the sun had completely set, Wamuu arrived at the restaurant as promised.

The waiters had already received their money, so they dared not comment on the burly, naked man and could only serve him diligently.

After taking his seat, Vamu looked at the dazzling array of food in the restaurant with a hint of disdain. "Eating in such a glaring place is not a wise choice for a soldier."

Chapter 202 Refusal

The dishes were chosen by Joseph in advance.

However, Wamuu didn't show much interest in human food, after all, the Pillar Men's food was vampires!

That stuff is delicious, meaty, and high in energy.

In comparison, human food...

If we compare the Pillar Men to humans, then vampires like Dio are like loaves of bread, while humans are just the flour.

As for foods like steak salad, they're like the trace elements that nourish wheat!

But since it was Joseph's arrangement and Diablo's treat, Wamuu did not refuse.

Although the amount of energy replenished is not much, it must be said that human food tastes much better than before.

At least it's no longer about roasting meat chunks directly over a fire.

At the dinner table, Diablo introduced Wamuu and Pucci.

Although Westerners don't engage in the same kind of grand discussions at the dinner table as they do in China, would they really care about such trivial matters?

Before long, the group was quite drunk.

Caesar, slightly drunk, looked at Joseph and said, "You've turned into an old man. Why aren't you working harder on your Ripple training?"

"What can I do? I still have to grow old with Suji!" Joseph, who was drunk, had obviously forgotten about Tomoko.

This naturally drew widespread ridicule.

"you sure?"

"You're over sixty, had an affair, and had a son, yet you're still doing this for your wife? You're just lazy and unwilling to cultivate yourself!"

"Back then you liked to be lazy and take shortcuts!" Caesar revealed all his dark history of not diligently cultivating.

Wamuu was so angry when he heard this that he slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "JOJO, you really weren't focused on preparing for our duel!"

"Although you still defeated me, that wasn't your full strength. You're despicable, JOJO!"

Poor Joseph, he was accused of being despicable for not practicing diligently?

Although he was speechless, seeing his best friend and his most respected enemy sitting at the table eating together filled him with mixed emotions.

If I can still see them when I'm old, it would be worth dying for.

They got very drunk.

Joseph was completely out of his mind, muttering to Caesar that he would go back to the hotel and show Caesar the best camouflage technique he had used to deceive the German army.

At this point, Caesar, unaware of what was about to happen, could only nod repeatedly.

After the meal, Pucci suggested that he could give Wamuu a Stand disc so that he could be wary of enemies in the future.

But Wamuu refused.

"Even a magical power like a Stand, if it can affect the environment, will be detected by the environment in return."

Wamuu looked at Diablo and said, "This kind of ripple-like magical ability is a great opportunity to hone your skills."

“I’ve already died once, so I have no regrets and don’t need to be overly wary of it.”

Seeing his determination, Diablo could only respect his choice.

Caesar helped the drunk Joseph back to the hotel. As they parted, Diablo told him to be careful and not to take a taxi.

After all, Joseph has a special talent for killing vehicles.

"Is it that mysterious?" Although he didn't understand, Caesar still carried the elderly Joseph on his back. "Then I'll carry him back. Let's go."

Before Diablo could stop him, Caesar had already run far away.

This kid actually dared to carry Joseph on his back. Doesn't he know what happened to the last creature he used as a vehicle?

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch them get back to their lodgings.” Wamuu crossed his arms and then casually followed Caesar and the others.