We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Do you know that the so-called listening qualification is actually proof that your parents dote on you?"

"Let me guess," the registrar's fat face came closer, and his neatly combed brown curly hair almost poked Pucci's face. Because of the accumulation of fat, only a slit of eyes could be seen as he looked at the child. "You don't know how much money your lovely mother spent so that you can talk nonsense here. Oh, poor lady, how can you be so generous, but why did you give birth to such a child..."

The registrar twisted his neck and tilted his head to stare at Pucci's left foot. "Freak."

At this time, Pucci was just a 15-year-old child. Strictly speaking, he had not yet celebrated his 15th birthday. His real age was only 14. This undisguised malice made Pucci furious. He could feel his blood rushing up. The Bible on his left hand was heavy. If he used this big book to hit the registrar on the head, he would definitely make his head bleed. Thinking of this disgusting brown hair stained with blood, Pucci's fingers trembled slightly, and the blue veins were exposed.

2, 3, 5, 7...Puch counted silently in his heart.

Good upbringing stopped Pucci's impulse. He just raised his head and smiled brightly.

"But I'll still go to seminary, right?"

"Tsk," the registrar said with disdain, sitting back down in his chair. "Yes, thanks to your family, even a freak can serve God."

"Thank you," Pucci's voice was flawless. The registrar didn't embarrass him any further. She simply helped Pucci finish the grade and then pointed behind the door. "Go to Sister Caroline for your uniform, daily necessities, and study books."

"Thank you," Pucci repeated and left without looking back.

"It's a disgrace that such a deformed devil can come in," the registrar spat fiercely on the ground when he saw Pucci walk out steadily.

Pucci leaned against the door and heard the registrar's final curse. His face was gloomy, but in order to enter the seminary, he had to endure this discrimination. It was foreseeable that he would face a lot of criticism in the future.

A seminary is not necessarily a bright place. Enrique Pucci understands this truth. Although he says that God has mercy on the world, the tuition for entering a seminary is four or five times more expensive than normal education, yet everyone is accustomed to it.

Even a sinecure in charge of registration could point fingers at him. The funniest thing was that if other people heard the registrar's laughter, they would only agree with him in their hearts.

Only God can explain all this, Pucci held the cross devoutly. He was already familiar with this kind of thinking circuit. Born in a religious family, Pucci had no other ideas at all.

If things go as expected, Pucci's life will pass like this, as a clergyman, living a stable life under strict dogma.

Unfortunately, one afternoon in 1986, Diablo unearthed six arrows in Egypt and sold five of them to Granny Enya. Soon after, Granny Enya found the master she should serve.

In 1988, when Dio was traveling around the world looking for ways to go to heaven, by chance he set foot in the southern part of the United States.

It was a quiet afternoon in 1988.

The sun was almost invisible, and the already hot climate did not improve but became even more gloomy because of the lack of sunlight. Pucci was hurriedly passing by the seminary with his books in his arms. When he passed a dark corner, he was seen with one foot there, but it was too late for him to stop. In his panic, he still tripped and fell to the ground amidst the flying books.

Oops!

Pucci tried his best to stand up straight, but his disability became a burden. Pucci could only close his eyes and put his hands on his head.

Something strange seemed to have happened, and Pucci suddenly had a strange feeling. He opened his eyes in surprise, and then found that he had not fallen, and the book he had dropped was right in his hand.

How is this going?

Pucci looked at the culprit who tripped him. He thought it was some guy who disliked him, but unexpectedly, the man he saw was a complete stranger. Pucci could swear that he had never seen this person before, or if he had seen this person, he would never forget this guy.

The culprit was young and handsome, but he had the temperament of someone who had experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes. In the dim corner, he exuded a strong charm, a strange charm that was not like that of a man. Even in a crowd, this man was definitely the most conspicuous one. Not to mention in this place, even on TV, Pucci had never seen a man of this level.

"Why, my book... No, nothing." Pucci just looked at him deeply. The bigwigs in the seminary came and went, and Pucci had never seen such a guy who was born to be a ruler. But as an intern priest, his working time was about to end. Even though Pucci was curious, he still turned around and prepared to leave.

ps: I have a serious question. Pucci is a black priest, why is his brother Weather Forecast a white man?

In short, treat him as white first.

Chapter 307 Dio and Heaven

"Wait," the man, whose age was unknown, stopped Pucci. "I shouldn't have tripped you from where I was, so why did you trip over me?"

This question was too strange. Although Pucci's long life in the seminary had enabled him to restrain his curiosity, he still felt that this question was extremely weird. How could someone who wanted to trip others up ask such a question?

It's as if the questioner is the center of the world.

Pucci didn't want to answer, but the man kept blocking his way, bending over and staring at him in a twisted but rather novel posture. To get rid of his pestering, or perhaps out of some impulse, Pucci answered him, "The toes of my left foot are naturally unable to straighten, which is why I didn't stop. Of course, it doesn't have much impact on my walking."

The man opposite seemed to have gotten some hint, and his reddish or red eyes stared at Pucci. Then he actually squatted down and grabbed Pucci's feet!

what? !

Pucci almost cried out, this behavior was completely perverted, even the most notorious priest in the seminary would not do this, but this man did it!

"As expected of Dio! He can easily do things we can't do!"

Memories of the past came flooding back like a tide. The vampire named Dio believed in the existence of "fate". It was not possible for him to run into a priest who had nothing to do with him in this area for no reason. This must be the guidance of "fate".

"Do you believe in gravity?"

From Pucci's perspective, the blond man held his foot with one hand and his chin with the other. The two large emeralds on his gloves seemed genuine. His chiseled face was filled with solemnity and mystery. "Do you think that you tripping over me actually made sense?"

What does this mean?

Pucci was baffled. As a priest preparing for his post, he had seen many believers with strange confession problems, some of whom required psychiatric intervention. But for some reason, whenever he saw the blond man's serious expression, Pucci felt no desire to laugh. So he decided to follow his heart and answer, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"I don't understand," the blond man put down Pucci's feet and spread out his hands, on which something seemed to be spinning.

what is that?

The dim scene limited Pucci's vision, so he had to move forward and take a closer look at the rotating object. Then Pucci finally saw clearly that it was a golden arrow, and the tail seemed to be deliberately cut off, rotating in the man's hand.

"My name is Dio Brando," the blond man declared, his lips curled up, "I will heal your disability with [arrows]!"

Before Pucci could react, the arrow in the hand of the man named Dio Brando pierced him. There was no pain, not even any unusual feeling, and his toes recovered just like that.

"How... did you do that?!"

The shock in Pucci's heart far exceeded his expression. Obviously, Pucci was pious, but his piety was based on the environment in which he grew up. After all, Pucci, who was only 16 years old, believed in the existence of God and believed that there was an omniscient and omnipotent existence somewhere, and he had decided to devote his life to God, but he did not think that the world had such products of idolatry. In other words, Pucci did not believe in miracles.

But the man named Dio Brando truly demonstrated a [miracle]!

Puch walked a few steps on the ground in disbelief, and his foot was indeed healed, without a doubt!

"how did you do it?"

"Are you curious?" Dio held out his hand. "Then let me explain it to you."

Pucci's head was dizzy. This traveler from Egypt painted a whole new world for him, a mysterious world that fascinated Pucci deeply.

Although the man named Dio Brando was very mysterious, from the moment they met, the two became close friends who could talk about anything. Either Pucci went to Egypt to find him, or he came to the United States to find me.

Pucci wrote in his diary that Dio seemed to have a natural and convincing temperament. Faced with such an existence, no one could refuse his request.

Although I was aware of Dio's abnormal properties at that time, and Dio even admitted that he was a vampire, I, who was blessed by God, did not alienate myself from his existence. Instead, the two of us became closer.

Unfortunately, this peaceful life did not last long.

My brother and my sister are in love.

And I made a big mistake.

I don't know whether other clergymen are strict with themselves, but even if they are not clergymen, they would do the same. It's just that no one would be as stupid as me to seek help from the gangs. I should have known that the gangs' way of thinking would not be reasonable and smart, or in other words, in this era where moral standards are not high, a smart gangster can easily be whitewashed and occupy a bright position. Most of the people who still stay in the gangs are stupid garbage.

I don't want to answer what happened, nor do I want to explain the cause of this incident. In short, everyone involved in this incident was transformed.

Why did I, in my head, contact the mafia to murder my brother in order to oppose this marriage? Why didn't I anticipate that my sister would commit suicide?

It was only when the White Snake appeared behind me that my brother and I realized our blood relationship, but at that point we couldn't turn back.

The final outcome of this stupid thing was that I managed to defeat my brother and put him in the Dolphinarium (Grendelfin) prison in Florida. At the same time, my brother no longer existed. [White Snake] extracted his memory, and now there is only a prisoner.

I was depressed for a long time because of this. Nothing hit me harder than this incident. I gave up on promotion to a wider area and decided to spend the rest of my life in the dolphinarium.

It's ridiculous that after the time came and I made a big mistake, I found that I still had a conscience.

Not long after, a friend named Dio Brando came again. I asked him about my problem, but Dio just stared at me with an inexplicable majesty and gave an answer that was consistent with his character.

"The past is the past. There's no point in feeling guilty. Now that you've made the decision, you have to do it to the fullest. Now go get rid of the guy who's bothering you, and then have a drink with me."

I shouldn't have listened.

But I often think that what Dio said does not seem to be a problem. Since my brother can no longer come back and his stand ability is too dangerous, why should I let him go?

I know clearly that what I did was wrong, but my brother is not a good person either.

No, that's not my brother, he's just a Stand user with the power of [Weather Forecast].

A magical thing happened. When I wanted to solve this problem, [Weather Forecast] disappeared inexplicably. With the connection between blood, I could feel that he was still in prison, but I couldn't find his location.

But it doesn't matter. Without the memory of the [Weather Forecast], it doesn't pose any problem.

Time is still passing, and the number of Dio's visits has gradually decreased, so I cherish this time more and more. In this world, Dio may be my only friend.

"Maybe there's a way to go to heaven?"

Dio suddenly said this to me one day.

I turned my head and looked at him in confusion. Dio never told jokes, and he would never tell one now that his power was gradually reaching its peak. I was very clear about this. I was confident that I understood Dio as well as he understood me.

"Hey, why are you looking so incredulous? When I say 'heaven', I'm referring to something spiritual. It's a place of spiritual sustenance," Dio said to me, showing off like a child who had found a new toy. "I'm not asking you to die."

"I believe that the power called spirit will continue to evolve, and the realm it ultimately reaches is what I call heaven. I think you understand what I mean."

I opened my mouth but didn't interrupt Dio's story. I could see that Dio was in high spirits.

“As long as you can [go to heaven], you can find true happiness.”

"I know that happiness can only be experienced by those who possess an invincible body, great wealth, or supreme power." Dio's angular face turned. Although he couldn't be illuminated by the sunlight, his face was still half dark and half light. "But only those who have truly seen [Heaven] are the true winners. No matter what the cost, I will go to Heaven!"

I have no opinion on this, but paradoxically, I do hope that what Dio says is right, because he is always right.

"Specifically, what method do you have in mind?"

I asked.

"This kind of thing requires more consideration, but I want to confirm that this method is indeed feasible. Before that, I still need your assistance. The person who implements this plan must be someone who is not obsessed with personal desires, has no desire for power, fame, money, or beauty, and respects God more than he respects people. You are the only such person." Dio looked at me with an evil face. From that moment on, I knew that my friend was serious.

"You believe that everything you do is God's will, that your actions are correct, and that you are willing to sacrifice others to achieve your goals. That's you, Pucci."

I shook my head, having no objection to this assessment. Dio has always had the magical power to see directly into people's hearts. I've known this for a long time.

"So what is this method?"

I became serious and wanted to hear the answer from Dio, but Dio didn't say it directly. He just told me that he wrote the method in a notebook.

After that, Dio mentioned this plan several times, but every time I asked, the answer I got was that there was not enough time. However, Dio was indeed organizing his own methods.

But before I could see the notebook, it was completely burned.

This happened in Egypt in 1989.

My friend, Dio Brando, was killed in battle, and the notebook naturally fell into the hands of the victor.

The person who burned the notebook was named Jotaro Kujo. After reading the notebook, Jotaro Kujo burned it. The contents inside were sealed forever and would never be known to a third person. The method disappeared along with Dio Brando's life.

[Weather Forecast] I am still in this prison and cannot leave with peace of mind. My duties and Dio's instructions do not allow me to leave here. Even if I want to avenge my friends, I can only stay here.

Dio is countless times stronger than me. I know this very well. Since he can defeat Dio, Jotaro Kujo must be stronger than me. I need to find his weakness.

But in the end, I still did nothing. My enemy, Jotaro Kujo, is invincible in every aspect. He has no weaknesses, but he will have weaknesses.

So I waited for a full 20 years. It was such a long time to wait, but I still got a chance.

That is Jotaro Kujo's daughter, Jolyne Kujo, who is only 19 years old.

As long as I frame her in a reasonable way, I can transfer her to the prison where I am. In my territory, I can deal with Jolyne Kujo at will, and her father will definitely notice the abnormality. Although the spw group is very powerful, with the existence of [White Snake], I have the confidence to make Jotaro Kujo appear alone!

I will fulfill my best friend's wish. In order to get the way to heaven, I will get rid of Jotaro Kujo!

P.S.: Stone Ocean has a lot of bugs and blanks, so I'll slowly patch it. First, let's talk about Jotaro Kujo's actions. America is the headquarters of Spw. It's obvious that with just one more word, the Spw Foundation would have been able to rescue Jolyne Kujo. Not to mention going the dark way, even if they did it fair and square, there would have been plenty of opportunities. It's strange that Jotaro acted alone, especially when he already knew there was a problem and sent the [Arrow] fragment in advance.

Is this the case that each version has its own god, and Jotaro is nerfed first in each version?

As for why Rongrong didn't come, the priest's early disc collection records, Aqiang's marine life expedition, Erqiao helping to take care of Xu Lun, what else did the SPW Foundation do besides being a background board, whether Xu Lun's mother is a dolphin and how she got Aqiang, Xu Lun's childhood, dolphins... Well, let's not talk about the dolphin problem, let's talk about Kaz's problem.

Anyway, Stone Ocean will disrupt the timeline in the later stage and start a new story. That’s it. It’s a parallel world (laughs).

Chapter 308: Kujo Jolyne

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

"Dong dong, dong dong dong."

Noisy sounds continued to come from the temporary detention area, which sounded even more irritating in the quiet detention room. In particular, in addition to the sound like hard objects hitting the railings, the sound was also accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting the bed. The future female prisoners who were locked up here were not good people. Of course, they knew what this sound was, and they hated the sound that sent them in.

"Hey, the guy next door, what are you doing? It sounds annoying!"

Finally, a prisoner couldn't help but speak, and in the temporary detention room where the voice came from, Jolyne Kujo was banging her head against the wall. As this generation of Jojo, Jolyne Kujo was still wearing bold and avant-garde clothes at this time, completely like a rebellious teenage girl.

But at this time, Jolyne Kujo's expression was extremely solemn.

I'm done. I'm so embarrassed.