If: Alone: Jotaro

Giorno officially took over the Passione Organization. For a short while, the entire country of Italy was on edge. Anyone who dared to commit crimes against the new order was killed without mercy.

The Passione Organization operated at full capacity, and soon, news about Tobio came back.

Inside a restaurant.

"Tobio escaped by boat?"

Dawn looked at Bucciarati in surprise, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. He hadn't expected Tobio to be so decisive and flee by boat overnight.

Bucciarati nodded, poured out the coffee the waiter had served, took out a bag of fresh blood, and added it to his cup himself.

Bucciarati took a sip and felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. He let out a sigh.

Since he was transformed from a corpse, Bucciarati wasn't completely immune to the thirst for blood. Supplementing with a moderate amount of fresh blood was beneficial for his body.

"Mr. Dawn, what are your plans now?"

Bucciarati asked casually, sipping the liquid in his cup.

Dawn heard him and brought the coffee to his lips, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he fell into thought.

He had only been in this world for a few days, not only awakening his Stand but also gaining a group of companions he could trust.

In terms of power alone, he himself was close to being an Ultimate Lifeform, possessing a humanoid Stand with power and speed exceeding A-rank.

The Dragon Tamer·Ultimate Lifeform was almost impossible to kill, and King Crimson, with its dual souls, could erase time. The Scales of Awakening still had one more transaction opportunity.

The Stone Mask, having undergone two transformations, could still transform someone into a being beyond a vampire, even with its cracks.

If he really didn't want to act, he could always unleash Notorious Big.

Looking back, he had conquered Italy in just a week, driven away Tobio, and incidentally, cleared the alternate world's Kars.

Fate's final interference seemed to have given up after being rejected by Golden Experience Requiem, disappearing without a trace.

Perhaps some changes had occurred in the shadows, but on the surface, at least, things were calm.

"Mr. Dawn?"

Bucciarati tilted his head back and drank the fresh blood in his cup, a satisfied smile on his face. He then softly called out to Dawn.

"It's nothing."

Bucciarati nodded, got up to pay the bill, and the two left the restaurant.

Dawn took out a cigarette and lit it.

As smoke curled around them, the two walked side by side.

Although cigarettes weren't considered soft drugs, on the streets of Italy at that time, no one dared to smoke so openly. The only exception was Dawn.

Giorno's anti-drug campaign had swept through Italy. If caught, there was no mercy. Being forced to queue up for suicide was standard procedure.

As the two were chatting, a figure appeared around the corner.

A man in a police uniform blocked their path. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out an ID and showed it to them.

"Is there something you need?"

Bucciarati asked coldly. The man froze for a moment, then shook his head and turned to leave, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Dawn suddenly spoke.

"Wait a moment."

The man in the police uniform stopped in his tracks and turned back.

Dawn stepped forward and nudged him, then slung an arm around his shoulder, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I remember now, you are... hmm... uh, sorry, I forgot again."

Abbacchio instinctively wanted to roll his eyes, but seeing Dawn's playful expression, he finally broke into a smile.

"Mr. Dawn."

Dawn released Abbacchio, helped him straighten his uniform, and patted his shoulder.

"I promised you I would protect everyone. How could I go back on my word? Are you at ease now?"

Abbacchio nodded solemnly. After being reborn and returning to the small Italian town, he was still worried about his companions and chose to come back and check on them.

"Seeing that everyone is alive and well, I can finally rest easy."

Abbacchio turned to leave, but Dawn called him back. They exchanged contact information.

Abbacchio drove away.

Dawn handed the contact information to Bucciarati and said, "I think this guy is good. Find a way to bring him into the organization."

Bucciarati took it speechlessly and tucked it away. He couldn't help but wonder why this person had earned Dawn's attention.

"Naples happens to be in need of a police captain. I'll have Giorno arrange it."

Back at the residence, Dawn rested alone.

The finger snaps from the past few days hadn't yielded satisfactory results, so he hadn't kept them.

Dawn pondered how he should proceed in the future.

Recalling the world of JOJO, this world doesn't seem simple, with all sorts of strange and bizarre existences being commonplace.

Muscle God Hermes.

Once favored a certain mortal and had a friendly match with Rohan Kishibe.

In Morioh's alleys of no return, even Stand users who break the rules cannot escape misfortune and die unnaturally.

Mikitaro Hasekura, who claims to be an alien and is 216 years old.

And the endless parallel universes.

These things deeply attracted Dawn. Now, having transcended humanity and possessing an endless lifespan, Dawn can explore to his heart's content.

"Tomorrow, I'll visit Jotaro with Polnareff. I wonder if Jolyne Cujoh has been born yet."

Turning off the lights and falling asleep, Dawn gradually drifted into dreamland.

Late at night.

Diavolo was idly admiring the starry sky. He wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he thought he saw a star flicker.

Diavolo rubbed his eyes and looked again; everything was as usual.

A voice echoed from the depths of his soul.

[Hypothetical Universe Cooldown Complete]

[Enter?]

Hearing this, Diavolo gently nudged Dawn.

Dawn tossed and turned irritably, mumbling in his sleep.

"Alright, alright, don't bother me."

[Confirm Entry]

[Hypothetical Universe Drawing...]

[Drawing Complete]

[This Hypothetical Universe is...]

[Hypothetical · Solitary · Jotaro]

[Hypothetical Universe Loading...]

[Loading Complete]

[Good luck]

After finishing a day's work, Father Pucci changed into his pajamas and lay on his soft bed at home, preparing to rest.

The bright moon hung high outside. Its clear moonlight illuminated the courtyard and shone through the window onto Father Pucci's desk.

On the desk lay a thick notebook, with a few large characters handwritten on the cover.

How to Defeat Gods

Father Pucci tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Finally, he sat up and went to his desk to begin flipping through the notebook.

After a while, Father Pucci sighed, closed the book, and went to the window to feel the breeze.

"Dio... When will I be able to avenge you?"

Father Pucci murmured softly, returned to his desk, opened a drawer, and carefully took out a Stand disc.

Stand · Weaver of Life.

This Stand belonged to one of Pucci's doctors and possessed the peculiar ability to cultivate clones using the target's DNA.

The cultivated clones could have their gender, appearance, memories, and even behavioral habits edited at will.

Pucci found it quite interesting and later took this ability for future use.

Clink~

The sound of glass containers colliding seemed to come from the basement, along with faint footsteps.

Father Pucci snapped back to attention, quickly put on his shoes, hid the disc, cautiously opened the wooden door, and headed towards the basement.

"White Snake."

Father Pucci summoned his Stand, slowly pushed open the wooden door, and peered into the basement through a small crack.

"King Crimson!"

The sound of space shattering echoed. Father Pucci's mind went blank for a moment. When he could see clearly again, his pupils contracted sharply.

The wooden door had been fully opened at some point. Not far away, a dark figure stood silently in the darkness, its face indistinguishable.

"When!?"

Pucci panted, a host of questions flooding his mind.

Why had the door opened on its own? Who was this man? And when would he be attacked?

Father Pucci lit the candles on the wall. The dim candlelight flickered, barely illuminating the shadowy figure's body and the lower half of its face.

The shadowy figure's body was like an iron tower, its sharp fangs extremely striking. In the dim environment, it gave Father Pucci a great sense of pressure.

"You, why are you in my basement?"

Father Pucci's heart pounded. To calm his nerves, he quickly cleared his mind and silently began counting prime numbers.

Hoo hoo~

The figure let out a sleeping snore. Father Pucci's eyes widened. This person was actually sleeping soundly in his own basement!

As a clergyman, Father Pucci was usually calm and rarely got angry.

But now, Father Pucci only felt a sense of utter humiliation surge into his heart, making him furious.

"God says you are guilty."