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The rigid and solemn voice of the supreme god rang in Polnareff and Giorno's ears simultaneously. Startled by this unexpected windfall, the two exchanged a glance.

This nonsensical clown is actually an important character in the plot?!

Hahaha, this is truly a stroke of incredible luck!

Can changing him unlock side quests? Does that mean altering his nonsensical thoughts will yield more points?

It satisfies the clown's desire to educate him and keep his mind functioning normally, while also earning reward points.

Wow—is there anything more perfect than this?!

Polnareff immediately smiled knowingly.

“Hey, Young man!!!”

Polnareff pointed at the unable-to-get-up Rentaro Satomi, revealing a smile that made Rentaro's anus tighten.

"Your thoughts are dangerous! Let me, Jane Pierre Polunaref, correct you properly!!!"

"Quack! No! Let me go!!!"

Rentaro Satomi screamed and tried to resist, but he was powerless and was dragged into a dark room by the muscular man.

A few seconds later, a powerful burst of music started playing from the small dark room. It seemed to be a very old song, sung in the 80s by a band called Village People.

Judging from the lyrics and melody, it's very positive and uplifting!

"Hey, do you recognize this song? Kid, it used to be a really iconic one!"

"Then let me teach you a lesson!"

"Caw, Enju, help me!!!"

The screams echoed through the sky.

Chapter 40: 40. Popo and Diavolo

“Mr. Polnareff, are you sure you want to do this? Actually, I can do it for you.”

"No, Giorno—I'm already sorry to have dragged you into this, and I know your goal is also the Passionate Boss, but that's precisely why I must prevent any issues from exposing you!"

"Giorono, remember, the BOSS's ability is to erase time, which is an extremely evil power! But if we are prepared, even death will leave us."

"...Please be careful, Mr. Polnareff. I will certainly help you when the time is right."

Cold, shaking

Back beneath the great sphere of light in the main god space, Polnareff closed his eyes and then said without hesitation...

"God, confirm my reward points!"

"Current reward points: 19850 points, one C-level side quest, and three D-level side quests!"

These funds were almost entirely earned by Giorno and himself in the dark world of bullets.

Therefore, it is destined that they cannot go there for the time being—according to the hidden points mechanism of the main god, they may encounter any opponent as they accumulate points.

Points must be spent here, but of course, using them for enhancements is not advisable.

"God, I want to redeem all the enhancements I have!!!"

"Scanning... To redeem all current enhancements, you will need to spend 19250 reward points and 5 D-rank side quests!"

"Split my C-rank side quest into three D-rank quests. I agree to the exchange!" Polnareff said decisively.

The next moment, the main god cast down a dazzling beam of light, enveloping Polnareff within it.

A moment later, the light faded.

Polnareff landed on the ground and felt... nothing had changed.

However, some of that power has been permanently retained within him.

He reconnected to the main god and accessed his personal list of information.

Name: Jane Pierre Polunarev

Intelligence 118, Mental Strength 301, Cell Vitality 1204, Nerve Reaction Speed ​​296, Muscle Strength 509, Immune Strength 1500

Bloodline Enhancement: Basic Pillar Bloodline, Stand User (Silver Chariot)

Exchange Skill: None

It's not much different from before I entered, but it has an extremely unbalanced academic style.

The enhanced bloodline of the Pillar Man gave him extremely strong cell vitality and immune strength, which endowed him with strong vitality and resistance to damage such as diseases and toxins.

Secondly, muscle strength is improved, but because he is of the bloodline of a low-level Pillar, the improvement in muscle strength is extremely limited.

As for the others, they were basically not addressed.

Polnareff's reflexes were developed through training, while his mental strength was enhanced by his status as a Stand user; his initial Pillar bloodline did not provide any such enhancement.

It could be said that this bloodline was extremely unbalanced, but—that was exactly what Polnareff needed at this moment.

Having redeemed his bloodline, Polnareff discovered that his two enhancements were already in a 'constant' state.

He can disassemble it to lower his combat readiness after entering the cycle of reincarnation, but he will always be in the default equipment state upon re-entering. Because he has been modified into this form.

In other words, once attributes and bloodlines are redeemed, they become an infinitely held 'standard equipment voucher'. After entering the corresponding difficulty level, attributes can be manually or randomly adjusted to meet the requirements, and they will not be lost even if the player dies in the reincarnation game.

On the bright side, what you buy won't be lost even if you die in the cycle of reincarnation, but from another perspective...

This power truly transformed Polnareff into a 'non-human'.

With this mix of anxiety and uncertainty, Polnareff exchanged and redeemed a few more small items according to Blank's suggestion before exiting the cycle of reincarnation.

Once again, cold, shivering.

Having returned to his original body, Polnareff is currently hiding in an inconspicuous little house in Rome.

He stood up, went to the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

"I actually... got it."

Polnareff stared in the mirror at his body, a stark contrast to his former emaciated frame due to long-term malnutrition and lack of exercise, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

He picked up the knife next to him and made a cut on his arm. The wound began to heal before much blood flowed out.

Such 'supernatural' power is undoubtedly brought about by the bloodline of the Pillar People!

That's definitely more than just a game.

Polnareff closed his eyes, and it was unclear what he was thinking. After a long while, he finally opened them.

He took the money, quickly left the room, put on his clothes and hood, and after many twists and turns, arrived at a Hilton hotel.

"Excuse me, could you please book me a room? Also, could the room have a port for making international calls?"

The receptionist took the forged ID and money and quickly booked a room for him.

Polnareff entered the room, made the necessary arrangements, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.

After dialing the number, a wait that felt almost suffocatingly long followed—

"Hello, who's that?"

A calm and familiar voice, but one that had changed considerably, came through the microphone.

At that moment, Polnareff felt a lump in his throat, but he remained silent for a moment before replying in a hoarse voice.

"Jotaro, after all this time, have you forgotten my voice?"

"……Who are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Jotaro Kujo, who was inside the Morioh Grand Hotel, frowned and said...

“ko no dio da!!!!”

After listening to the voice coming from the microphone, Jotaro Kujo remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"...Polnareff? Is that you?"

Polnareff didn't speak, only took a few breaths, and then said...

"Jotaro, it's me. Remember what I'm about to say—Italy has been taken over by the mafia, and their boss might be the same person who sold the arrow to Enya back then. His Stand can erase time!"

"Polnareff? What's wrong with you?"

Jotaro Kujo, realizing something was amiss on the other end of the line, stood up, but at the same moment, the call was disconnected.

When I called back, the line was busy.

Polnareff looked at the busy signal on the phone, took a deep breath, and hung up.

His expression turned extremely serious!

The organization already knows he's here.

During the years he spent wandering in Italy, he struggled with his serious injuries for the first two years, and by the time he finally recovered in the third year, the organization had already established itself.

He had considered escaping Italy or contacting Jotaro, but he couldn't do either.

The organization apparently used some unknown method to monitor all international long-distance calls from Italy, and once a call involved keywords, they were able to pinpoint the location of the person in question.

Whether it was a Stand ability or passion that had truly given Italy complete control over all its external communications—it didn't matter anymore.

Polnareff has already spread what he can tell.

He didn't pass the message on to Giorno for a safer delivery because he was worried about Giorno's safety.

In any case, Polnareff was unwilling to involve unrelated people in his affairs.

If he were as powerless as before and could only rely on the insect arrow in his hand, he might place his hopes of defeating the evil man on others.

But since I am still intact—

The noble chariot is the raider, and also the source of Jane Pierre Polunarev's fearless courage!

He lowered his head, keeping a close eye on the wristwatch on his wrist.

Time passed by minute by minute.

One minute, ten minutes, one hour, two hours, eight hours!

As night faded, the clear chirping of birds drifted in from outside the window—

Stop abruptly

It was as if the chirping bird had been choked, as if the sound had pulled up a progress bar, reaching the other end of the journey!

The second hand on the watch, which was originally at 6:32:15, moved forward a bit to 21 seconds.

In the blink of an eye, Polnareff knew everything.

"Silver Chariot!!!"

The chariot, much larger and even tinged with gold, swung its sharp rapier, covering almost half of the hotel room!

The sharp blade cut a mark several centimeters deep into the wall, and Polnareff immediately gripped his rapier to finish the half-circle that the chariot hadn't completed.

The entire cramped room was now completely enveloped by Polnareff's attack radius!

But—he felt the weight of the blood on the tip of the sword, yet there wasn't a single person here.

"This is a trial." A strange, immature voice rang out from outside the room.

Polnareff looked up and saw a young man, whose face he couldn't make out, take off his sweater and then step out of the shadows of the doorway, revealing—

"Growth is about overcoming your immaturity. What do you think? Jane Pierre Polunarev."

Chapter 41: 41. Diablo: This thing is also a poet?

Seeing him again, seeing this evil man, Polnareff's breathing still became rapid.

He felt it; this familiar "evil"—the same kind of evil he had only ever felt in DIO before. It was a deep, bone-chilling, and pervasive evil that seemed to seep into every crevice!

It's not just a stand-in, but also actions—an evil entity that originates from the soul, causing the virtuous to toss and turn in their sleep, and making the brave grit their teeth in hatred.

"Diavolo!!!"

Polnareff gripped his rapier tightly, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"It really surprises me. I remember I threw you into the sea back then... You should have died."

Diablo stared grimly at Polnareff, his face grim as he looked at the long, bloody gash on his arm, which had nearly been severed.

"Is it your 'Stand ability' that you kept hidden until the very end? Or did you find a power in Italy that was willing to help you?"