JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

"Bucciarati, I'm going to Egypt tomorrow, but I have something to tell you and Risotto."

Upon hearing that there was something important to discuss, Risout, who was sunbathing nearby, hurriedly came over.

“Risotto has already awakened his Stand, and you… although you’re a bit young, I believe you can succeed too.”

The so-called Stand is nothing more than the embodiment of spiritual energy, and Bucciarati's spiritual energy is exceptionally strong, which may also be related to his precocious personality.

Upon hearing that it was a stand-in, Bucciarati didn't hesitate at all, "Yes, godfather, I will definitely not let you down!"

Diavolo then took a briefcase from beside him, took out an arrow from inside, and gently pierced Bucciarati's finger.

In an instant, Bucciarati felt as if his whole body was about to explode!

This feeling is so painful!

In just a few seconds, Bucciarati was soaked to the bone, as if he had just been pulled from the sea.

But he finally lived up to expectations and obtained his destined Stand, Steel Chain Fingers!

Looking at the blue humanoid stand-in in front of him, Bucciarati felt his breathing quicken.

I now possess the kind of substitute my godfather spoke of!

"Bucciarati, Risotto, you both have Stands now. I hope that after I leave, you can protect Trish wholeheartedly."

Although it felt like a deathbed speech, Diablo still gave them both a series of instructions.

After all, I have too few people available right now!

The group of subordinates we'll be working with in the future hasn't even matured yet!

Diablo was deeply worried about the mysterious organization that was searching for the insect arrow.

Should I find a few people to cooperate with? Or should I hire a few more capable subordinates?

Trish was already asleep on the way back.

Risotto carried her steadily on his back, while Bucciarati carefully protected him from behind.

For their safety, Diablo arranged for them to stay with him, but in separate rooms.

Since Trish is only two years old and needs someone to take care of her, Diablo arranged for them to stay in one room.

After they had gone to sleep, Diablo sat alone by the window, looking at the bright full moon outside.

Fate has changed, and I can no longer follow the plot exactly.

On this trip to Egypt, I need to at least win over some people.

After all, fighting alone is always exhausting.

Furthermore, Joseph's Stand, Hermit Purple, might be able to find out about that mysterious organization.

Add to that the invincible Jotaro, and you won't regret seeking them out!

The next morning, Diablo bid farewell to the three little ones and boarded the ship bound for Egypt alone.

As for why it's still a boat... Bellicoro has already bought it, what else can he do?

The Passionate Organization is relatively new and has banned drug trafficking, so its finances are certainly not as lavish as depicted in the original story.

Fine, let's take a boat then!

We can develop other industries when the opportunity arises, but right now the most important thing is to figure out the purpose of potential enemies.

Diablo decisively swallowed a whole bottle of seasickness pills and staggered back to his room.

Just after he closed his door, the door to the room next door suddenly opened, and someone who shouldn't have been there walked out.

He gazed intently in the direction of Egypt, his eyes deep, muttering to himself, "My dearest friend..."

If Diablo had returned a few seconds later, he would have recognized him.

The person living next door is actually the boss of Part 6, the executor who ascended to heaven, and Dio's close friend despite their age difference.

Enrique Pucci!

He shouldn't be here; this is a ship bound for Egypt.

Pucci put the cherry in his mouth, his tongue deftly curling around it until only the two smooth cherry pits remained.

“My beloved God… I sense that you are in danger, and I must go to help you, my dearest friend!”

at the same time.

Jotaro and his group finally reached the land of Egypt after a difficult journey.

"We'll rest here for a bit. I contacted the S Consortium to send someone over, and they even brought us a special teammate."

Joseph said with a mysterious expression.

The others were full of anticipation, never expecting a mysterious teammate to join them.

Jotaro, on the other hand, became worried about his mother, Holly.

Because of Dio and the bloodline of the Joestar family, the mother forcibly awakened her Stand, but because she was too kind-hearted, she was unable to control the Stand's frenzied energy.

Therefore, they must kill Dio in order to rescue Holly.

"Jotaro, don't worry, we can definitely take down Dio!" Joseph patted him on the shoulder.

Although I'm not entirely sure myself.

Upon hearing this, Jotaro lowered his hat arrogantly.

night.

Diablo, who had slept all day, got out of bed; he simply couldn't stand the endless boredom.

However, when he opened the door to go out for some fresh air, he suddenly saw the person across the street.

Pucci!

Why is he here? Isn't this the ship bound for Egypt?

Realizing something was amiss, Diablo didn't act strangely and calmly greeted Pucci.

Pucci responded politely.

At this time, he was not the final boss who would stop at nothing to reach heaven; he was just a fifteen-year-old student.

After realizing this, Diablo had some other ideas...

Chapter 9 Crimson King VS White Serpent

"Are you also going to Egypt for sightseeing?" Diablo asked Pucci casually.

"By the way, are there any fun places to visit in Egypt? I'm not very familiar with it."

Faced with Diablo's enthusiasm, Pucci shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know either, and I'm not going there for sightseeing."

"I'm going to find my friend."

Upon hearing that he was going to visit a friend, Diavolo was certain that Pucci was going to find Dio! He was going to help Dio.

Perhaps this is the change in his fate after he came into this world!

"Really? That's a pity."

And so the two of them stood in the corridor and started chatting.

However, Diablo was trying to extract information from the beginning.

"In that case, I'll head back now." Pucci ended the conversation first and hurriedly returned to his room.

Diablo stood in front of his door, pondering his next move.

With him and Pucci going, the tide of battle could easily be turned, and it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

But if you try to change your destiny too much, will you be targeted by fate in return?

Diablo was now in a dilemma.

Originally, he only wanted to steal the Stand Arrow and the Insect Arrow while Jotaro and the others were fighting Dio, and then everything would proceed according to the script.

But now, the script has been thrown into the shredder, and nobody knows what will happen next.

With Pucci around, Dior is unlikely to lose.

If Jotaro and his group fail, it will most likely send Dio to heaven.

This makes things even more complicated.

Suddenly, Diablo had an idea, and a smug smile crept onto his lips.

The sea seemed to be responding to Diablo's wishes, and a gentle sea breeze began to blow.

"Since that's the case, then I might as well..."

Back in his room, Pucci was a little tired. That pink octopus-headed guy was so talkative! Was he a professional chatterbox?

I always feel like I'm being tricked when I chat with him.

However, this did not deter Pucci from his determination to help his best friend.

He took out a photo, which was a picture of himself and his sister.

Since learning that his brother was alive and dating his sister, Pucci felt like he was going crazy.

After his sister jumped into the river and became a vegetable, Pucci awakened his Stand, White Snake, using the arrow that Dio gave him, and he also stole his brother Dominic Butch's memories.

But to his surprise, his younger brother activated his Stand ability before being subdued, and a huge gust of wind carried him away.

And so, Pucci lost his sister, and then his brother.

Because of this, he longed for the paradise described by his close friend Dior.

It could be said that Dior was the reason he could keep living.

Just as Pucci was about to take out the letter he had written to his best friend, a knock on the door interrupted him.

Pucci patiently opened the door and found Diablo, whom he had just been chatting with. "Hello, sir, what can I do for you so late?"

Diablo smiled innocently. "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you for a favor."

Although reluctant, Pucci did not refuse. "Really? How can I help you?"