Jotaro Without Weaknesses

Early morning.

Dawn stretched and yawned, limbered up his body, jumped out of bed, and walked towards the dining room.

As a being that transcended vampires, Dawn himself no longer needed sleep; sleeping was more for replenishing his mental energy.

"Dawn, breakfast is ready."

Father Pucci took off his apron, sat at the other end of the dining table, and elegantly picked up his knife and fork.

Dawn nodded, his fingers rapidly transforming into bone blades shaped like a knife and fork, and he began to eat slowly.

"Perhaps it's fate, Dawn. Our meeting must be due to gravity."

Pucci swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of milk, picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth, and looked at Dawn with bright eyes.

Dawn knew what had happened last night through Diavolo, so he wasn't surprised by Pucci's fervent reaction now.

Last night, Pucci, enraged, had chosen to attack but was utterly dominated by King Crimson, having no idea what was happening.

As soon as he got up, before he could even figure out the situation, Kars broke through the wooden door and barged in, slapping Pucci against the wall and leaving him unable to move for a long time.

Dawn finished his breakfast in a flash, downed his milk in one gulp, and his fingers returned to their normal shape.

"Pucci, people are drawn to each other by gravity. Our meeting is a blessing from God for your devout faith."

Pucci nodded in agreement, stood up, and invited, "Lord Dawn, please follow me. I want to show you something."

Dawn stood up and followed. The two entered the basement, and Pucci flipped a switch, opening a hidden door.

Upon seeing what was inside the hidden door, Dawn couldn't help but slightly open his mouth, and his gaze towards Pucci became strange.

Inside the hidden door, a large glass container filled with nutrient solution held a tall, burly human standing motionless.

"Pucci, do all you clergy have this kind of hobby?"

Pucci quickly explained.

"This is not a real human infant, but a clone I cultivated using my Stand."

Hearing this, Dawn was about to nod when he was surprised. "Infant? This guy is almost two meters tall. You call him an infant?"

Pucci nodded repeatedly and pulled out a disc to show.

"This is an ability from the Life Weaver. The human before you has DNA from Jotaro, making him his genetic child."

Pucci sighed deeply.

"Jotaro is a scoundrel. His genes have defects, making him unable to conceive naturally. He's also a loner with no partner. I can't find any weaknesses."

Pucci stepped forward and performed some operations. The tall, burly human rapidly dissolved into a mass of bloody tissue about the size of a basketball.

"Jotaro's Stand ability is extremely powerful, possessing the same might as Dio. I must find a way to create a fatal weakness for him."

Dawn recalled the setting of this Hypothetical Universe, the single Jotaro.

In that case, Jotaro was naturally unable to conceive, lacked emotional bonds, and coupled with his Time Stop Stand ability, it would be truly difficult for Pucci to defeat him.

Dawn stepped forward, pushed Pucci aside, and after asking for the operating method, began to conceive.

"First, Jotaro's child will be a girl, not a muscular man."

Dawn muttered to himself, also making a jab at Father Pucci.

"Second, the child will have a very strong rebellious phase, outwardly gentle but inwardly tough."

The mass of flesh in the container grew rapidly, its body gradually outlining a beautiful curve.

"Pucci, as a clergyman, you are not suitable to watch the following scene. Please leave."

Dawn started to shoo him away without looking back.

Father Pucci pursed his lips, turned, and left the basement, straining his ears to listen to the sounds behind the wooden door.

The beautiful body grew rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it transformed into a teenage girl.

Dawn's fingers moved quickly, creating a unique outfit, slightly adjusting the hairstyle, and adding a star-shaped birthmark on her shoulder. This was essential.

"As for memories... she wandered alone since childhood, longed for a warm family, and has complex feelings for the father she's never met."

"Done."

Dawn punched through the container, took out the clone, and held her in his arms.

Father Pucci pushed the door open and saw the girl in Dawn's arms. His eyes lit up.

"What's her name?"

Dawn wiped the liquid from the clone's face and smiled back, "Jolyne Cujoh."

Father Pucci's heart burned with fervor. He strode forward, his voice devout and excited.

"It's not the Joestar family that will help me ascend to heaven, but you, Dawn. Only you."

Ding-a-ling~

Ding-a-ling~

On the street, a man in a black trench coat answered the phone and leaned against the wall, saying, "This is Jotaro Kujo."

The man wore a black hat, had sharp facial features, an extremely robust build, and an impassive expression.

"What is it?"

A respectful, deep male voice came from the phone. The caller began with pleasantries, vaguely mentioning things Jotaro didn't understand, and didn't get to the point immediately.

"Get to the point, I don't have time to waste."

The deep voice faltered for a moment, then quickly recovered and rapidly explained the situation.

"Mr. Jotaro, the following matter is rather bizarre, so please prepare yourself..."

Jotaro's lips twitched. He had a bad feeling about this.

"We just received news that your daughter has been arrested and imprisoned. She is currently serving a fifteen-year sentence at Green Dolphin Street Prison."

Jotaro tilted his head, his pupils dilating in shock. He seriously suspected his ears were malfunctioning, or that the other person had been drinking.

"I'm warning you, you'd better talk to me when you're sober. Given my physical condition, I couldn't possibly have a daughter."

Jotaro was thoroughly displeased. These guys from the SPW Foundation were becoming increasingly unreliable, actually fabricating a daughter for him.

Certified by multiple authoritative hospitals, he'd undergone test after test and was naturally sterile.

Conceiving offspring?

A plant that isn't pollinated cannot bear seeds, let alone humans.

This was absurd.

Jotaro took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, slowly exhaling a smoke ring. He felt much better.

What happened today was truly inexplicable.

"Please believe us, Mr. Jotaro. According to DNA testing, she is indeed your offspring."

A vein bulged on Jotaro's forehead. He extinguished his cigarette, raised his hand, and punched the wall, causing a spiderweb of cracks to appear.

The deep voice on the phone fell silent.

"Yare yare daze..."

Jotaro retracted his fist, glanced at the wound on his hand, flicked away the blood droplets, completely unconcerned.

"I'll go see her."

The deep voice on the phone breathed a sigh of relief.

"According to relevant department records, she's an undocumented individual named... Jolyne Cujoh. What a coincidence."

Jotaro's heart stirred. The name evoked a certain softness within him.

As a staunch advocate of celibacy, his only intimate encounter with a woman had miraculously resulted in a child.

"However... something still feels off."

Jotaro hung up the phone, secretly raising his guard, and muttered to himself.

"Jolyne Cujoh. An interesting name."

Jotaro hailed a taxi and headed in the direction of Morioh.

Before setting off, he decided to call for backup. Just in case it was a trap, they could launch a righteous group assault.