"Hey... what the hell is with you?"
Seeing that Fang Mo had somehow produced even more outrageous stuff than he had, Jotaro Kujo was honestly a little stunned. He instinctively questioned him.
He had already spent some time in this cell.
Jotaro Kujo knew very well what should and should not be in here.
He had his evil spirit go outside to buy beer and manga, but that did not mean this place was supposed to have all this random junk.
The prison food here was almost inedible—calling it dog food would have been generous—so the feast spread across Fang Mo's table was extremely suspicious. Those things should not have been here at all.
Especially that little table in front of him, which looked like a small square stool.
Its yellow, glittering sheen... made it look as though it had been cast from high-purity gold.
Jotaro Kujo glanced down and found that the floor tiles around that Metal Block had been crushed, sinking more than twenty centimeters.
Something was very wrong here.
Nine parts out of ten, something was wrong.
Jotaro Kujo frowned deeply and stared hard at the bizarre man before him.
"Smack, smack..."
However, Fang Mo paid no attention to any of this and continued eating on his own. Although the food in front of him was just from the original game, it still had a unique flavor when sampled once in a while.
"Damn it, you bastard!"
Seeing that Fang Mo was ignoring him completely, Jotaro Kujo seemed unable to hold himself back any longer.
He was only seventeen years old now, at the very beginning of the story. His temperament was still nowhere near as mature and steady as it would become later. On top of that, he was in a confused period, unaware that he