Giorno's Father

What are you most afraid of?

During his early childhood, Giorno suffered from an extremely irresponsible mother, and every night he would curl up alone in bed, trembling with fear.

Back then, he was afraid of the dark, afraid of the cold, and afraid of being alone.

As he grew older, he followed his mother, who had married far away, across the ocean to Italy.

At that time, he was afraid of being isolated and bullied.

However, upon closer reflection, Giorno was afraid of these vague and ethereal things.

When asked to pinpoint a specific person or thing, he simply couldn't answer.

After that, Giorno grew rapidly in this fear of "nothingness," like a piece of naturally beautiful jade that, after only a little polishing, revealed its flawless essence.

From then on, nothing could frighten him anymore.

Even in darkness, in solitude, in endless hardships and dangers.

"So."

What exactly am I afraid of?

Giorno couldn't come up with an answer.

But he knew for sure that he would never be afraid of that Meat Chunk.

Even in that lava well, facing real Meat Chunk and deadly lava, he felt no fear whatsoever.

So

As long as it's not Meat Chunk of meat, any answer is fine, right?

It couldn't be worse, after all, he couldn't recall ever seeing anything more terrifying than Meat Chunk.

Giorno thought to himself.

The moment his palm touched Willy's arm, a memory buried deep in his mind for so long, so long that he himself could no longer recall it, suddenly surged up from his subconscious like a tidal wave:

"Dio"

"Lord Dio"

A familiar voice echoed in my mind as Giorno's voice gently rang out.

The voice belonged to his mother, but it was younger, gentler, more submissive, and even carried a hint of humility and piety as if worshipping a deity.

"Mother, who is she talking to?"

"Could it be...?"

Giorno had this question in his mind.

At that moment, the sound of a baby crying rang out again from his memory—it was Giorno's own voice.

The images replaying in my mind became increasingly vivid.

Giorno suddenly found himself transformed into a short-armed, short-legged baby, lying helplessly in his mother's arms, crying and wailing.

At this moment, the memories of all the senses—sight, smell, hearing—become clear.

He saw himself as a baby with his mother in a dimly lit, eerie room.

He smelled a strong odor permeating the dimly lit room; the slightly metallic smell seemed to be human blood.

Finally, he heard a deep male voice.

The voice was deep, powerful, and magnetic; while possessing a strong sense of pressure, it also carried an indescribable allure.

"Has my child been born yet?"

"Very good."

Light footsteps sounded, and the memory began to fade.

And at that very last moment, the owner of the voice finally appeared in Giorno's sight.

Because of the dim light, Giorno could only barely make out his deep pupils, which faintly shimmered with a dark red light.

Just one glance.

The man only glanced at him, and Giorno, still a baby, trembled and stopped crying like a fledgling bird encountering its natural enemy.

That look in his eyes is not the look a father should have, nor is it the look a human being should have.

That's not a father looking at his son, but a demon looking at his own retinue.

That gaze transcended time and was imprinted deep within his brain, causing Giorno was now recalling that memory, to shudder uncontrollably:

I don't know why

She already knew that the man was her father.

But Giorno still felt that he might be killed or eaten by this man at any moment.

"Ah!"

Giorno let out a soft groan, his head aching.

Past memories vanish in an instant, and the mind instantly regains its clarity.

Giorno returned to the present, and standing before him was still the same cowardly Willy, whose face had turned pale and whose legs were weak.

"Call"

He let out a long sigh of relief, and the Gold Experience appeared:

"Willy Coward".

"Now, there's no more Meat Chunk left to protect you!"

No, I don't want to.

Willy clutched his head and exclaimed in alarm:

"Help me! My friend, please help me!!"

He tried to summon the invincible Meat Chunk to protect himself, but the massive body of the Meat Chunk vanished the moment Giorno touched him.

In this unprecedented despair, Gold Experience leaped forward and unleashed a barrage of punches at him:

"Wood big wood big——"

Bang!

The punch came to an abrupt halt.

The Riot Games that the Gold Experience possessed—enough to shatter a car's steel plate—was effortlessly blocked.

Blocking the Gold Experience was a blond man who had appeared beside Willy at some unknown time, and

A muscular, robust humanoid Stand that also radiates golden light, but whose aura is far more powerful than Gold Experience.

"Um?"

Giorno's expression froze on his face.

His response was a flurry of punches, followed by a familiar yet strange roar:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Underground.

Li Qing hurriedly ran back from the sewer.

Willy must have given that Meat Chunk some kind of order not to let him get close, because if Li Qing takes just a couple of steps toward Willy, that Meat Chunk will attack him first and become frantic.

Therefore, in order not to interfere with the operation, he had no choice but to escape alone and temporarily avoid the limelight.

The task of touching Willy was also assigned to Giorno.

Anyway, Giorno was a reliable comrade-in-arms who sealed the original Meat Chunk with him, and if it were him, he would never be afraid of that Meat Chunk.

As expected, Giorno did not disappoint him.

Even though they were quite a distance apart, Li Qing could still sense it:

After the fake Meat Chunk where Giorno and the others were hiding climbed onto the ground, Willy's Stand instantly changed.

The lump of Meat Chunk, as large as a room, vanished instantly, and what appeared afterward seemed to be a person, judging from the voice.

Although I don't know what kind of person could frighten Giorno, they are definitely easier to deal with than that damned Meat Chunk.

Who knows, what might emerge is a parent or school bully who beat him when he was a child.

In this way, the battle is effectively over.

With this thought in mind, Li Qing couldn't help but lower his guard.

He even confidently deactivated the digitization, then quickly climbed back to the ground to observe the situation using his more familiar vision:

Giorno!

"Is it over already, kid?"

The casual questioning abruptly stopped.

When Li Qing climbed back to the ground, this was the scene he saw:

Abbacchio had previously used his Stand to withstand the bites of the Meat Chunk, but now he was bleeding profusely from head to toe, looking quite miserable.

Fugo and Narancia protected Abbacchio while retreating with grim expressions.

Bucciarati stood frozen in shock, while Giorno...

Giorno was completely embedded in the car, as if he had just been knocked away by something.

"What happens?"

Li Qing felt a surge of nervousness and immediately followed everyone's gaze in that direction:

Willy was still standing there perfectly fine.

And in front of Willy, in the dim shadows of that alley...

What stood there was no longer that bloated and terrifying Meat Chunk, but a handsome young blond man.

The man was shirtless, showing off his well-developed, muscular body and pale, almost sickly skin without any hesitation.

Putting aside the slightly eerie stitched scar on his neck, his features were as three-dimensional as a handsome man in an ancient Greek sculpture, and his pupils were as dazzling as naturally carved rubies.

Her golden hair swayed gently in the breeze, her dark red lips parted subtly, revealing two gleaming white bat fangs.

"Who is he?"

Li Qing was captivated by the mysterious man's appearance:

"Why does he look a bit like Fugo?"

"Cough cough."

Giorno slowly stood up from the wrecked car, his tone complex and helpless:

"That's my dad."