"Hello, I am God! You have the choice to reincarnate. Please ask any questions that you have, we have forever for it after all." A calm voice says as soon as my eyes start to open.

"What? Oh. Sure, I'll reincarnate. Am I just going to be another person on Earth, or is it going to be an isekai kind of deal?" I ask, taking in the rather boring figure in front of me.

Come on, God being dressed in white robes and a long white beard? Seems pretty cliche.

"It will be something of an "another world" thing, but one of your choosing, from fiction or otherwise!" God answers.

"Hmm. There are a lot of worlds that I would quickly get killed in. And since I mostly consumed content from the same stories through fanfiction, I have a rather narrow choice of worlds where my knowledge would be useful." I say, starting to think out the options I do have.

Overlord is out, even if I was for sure sent to the new world with Ainz, I have no way of knowing I wouldn't just die outside Yggdrasil because of the shitty pollution and job market they have.

Highschool DxD is out, I have doubts I would get a sacred gear and even if I did it would be a surefire way to put myself on the radar of any supernatural, especially without a way of steadily making myself stronger I would being a side character incapable of helping anyone in any meaningful way, plus harem anime lost its charm to me a long time ago.

Steven Universe is out, my only options would be a gem in eternal servitude until Steven fixes shit, or a human that can do nothing but cheer him on from the sidelines.

Slime isekai is out, God might decide to be cheeky and put me in the world Rimuru dies in, so just another Earth, and if not that, Rimuru's second world is a lot harder to get stronger in if you don't have Rimuru's ability to assimilate new powers.

Dammit, these worlds all suck when you're not the protagonist. I'm not even touching Re:Zero.

Maybe Jojo's Bizarre Adventure? It spans over a century in the first universe from Phantom Blood to Stone Ocean, so plenty of time to get stronger and enjoy life. But then again, what could I really do without a Stand or Hamon? Depending on where I get put in the timeline, I could end up in Phantom Blood and accidentally erase Joseph and his descendants from existence.

If I get put anywhere past Diamond is Unbreakable, my knowledge is practically worthless since I know only barebones about Vento Aureo, and jackshit about anything that doesn't invlove Pucci and the Heaven Plan in Stone Ocean.

So my options are maybe Battle Tendency, Stardust Crusaders, and Diamond is Unbreakable since I don't want to erase anybody I like. Battle Tendency is only an option because it's possible to become the Ultimate Lifeform by stealing the mask from Kars.

But then I would get a target on my back from literally everybody depending on how I do it. And not to mention how fucking difficult it would be to get anywhere. I doubt anybody would listen to what a random sixteen year old has to say about super vampires.

Wait, would I even get to choose what part I get dropped in?

Fuck it, if I die I just end up back here.

"I'd like to be sent to Jojo's Bizarre Adventure." I say.

"Hm. Good choice! But, you have an option to get any kind of special power from any world of your choosing." God says with a smile on his face, seemingly uncaring of my groan at having to do more thinking.

Dammit, Hamon is worthless to get since it can be obtained naturally if I need it.

Also, he said power, so I can't just say a Stand arrow, even if I could it would be hard to explain how I have one in the first place.

Any Stand I know of is off limits, since I have no idea where I'll end up, I could ask for Gold Experience Requiem and then end up in Vento Aureo in front of Giorno. It's the same for any other Stand in my eyes to be honest.

I could ask for the Stands I made, but then again, if I saw Dead War in front of me I would immediately assume that he's a bad guy. Do I want to be an edgelord? Infinite God is basically the same thing but it would be very lonely since you can't turn it off. I could maybe ask for both of them? No, Dead War doesn't turn off Infinite God directly, it just slows down it's user.

Dammit! This is bullshit! Why does this have to be so confusing!?

"Just give me my Dead War! He's powerful enough by default to make everything a cakewalk!" I shout, annoyed by these decisions that will decide whether I die a second time.

"Ah, so the power you choose is a Stand? It is smart to choose a power from the world you are going to. I hope that whatever Stand you attain will live up to your expectations. Would you like to play a little game of chance for some more power?" God says, a wheel appearing behind him.

"Yeah, sure. Everything helps." I say offhandedly, more than ready to just get reincarnated already.

Unseen by me, God's trustworthy smile turns a little sadistic as the wheel starts to spin.

As the wheel spins, the white void we're in darkens slightly, and the wheel stops abruptly.

As soon as it stops, it collapses into two balls of light that turn into a piece of paper each and fly towards me.

On the first it reads, [You are a Joestar! Fate will be on your side as long as you are on the side of justice!]

The second says, [You are destined to be the puppet of Fate, fighting evildoers in its stead!]

"G-god, w-what is this?" I ask, specifically about the second card.

"Ah, it seems you will be a force of Gravity. I imagine you will live a long life, whether it will turn out to be an unnaturally long one is up to you. Just don't go around eating children, from what it says on the first card, you will likely face much hardship if you do bad deeds." God says, apparently very happy about my new status as a puppet of fate.

At least Emporio's defeat of Pucci is evidence that I will be fine as long as I play the role of a hero.

"Am I finally going to be reincarnated now?" I ask.

"Yep! Have fun, Jojo!" God says as my eyes grew heavier.

Did he call me Jojo?

"I can give you eternal life, you can live with Erina forever! Jojo!" The severed head of Dio Brando screams, only realizing after he stopped speaking that Jojo was already dead.

Erina climbs into Dio's coffin with a baby in her arms, complying with her husband, Johnathan's plea.

The boat explodes soon after, and Erina floats at sea in the coffin, eventually being rescued, the coffin sinking to the seabed shortly after.

Decades later the baby, called Elizabeth, married George Joestar II who Erina had been pregnant with at the time of Johnathan's death.

A few years later, Elizabeth gives birth to two babies, Joseph and Jovanni Joestar.

The second baby almost didn't survive because it refused to eat anything for a short time.

Thankfully after one day he seemed to have something that wasn't there before, hungrily eating anything he could.

"And that baby was you, I'm still so thankful that you survived! I can't imagine what Joseph would be like without you around, he follows you everywhere!" Granny Erina says, finishing her story of my family, and why Grandpa Jonathan isn't around.

Of course, I already know everything she's talking about, but it's not like she would believe me if I told her that I reincarnated here from a world where she's a character in a manga.

Can't really blame her though. I imagine that I would also hope that everything supernatural in the world died with my husband. Poor woman, I bet I would have lots of siblings if Grandpa survived. Hehe.

A hand suddenly smacks me on the head, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I can tell by that look on your face that you were just thinking about something you shouldn't know about. I wish I had just thrown those magazines away.." Granny Erina says with a sad expression.

Heh. I had found one of my Dad's porno mags from a bag of his from his military stuff.

Unfortunately, my parents "died" when me and Joseph were only a year or two old, which should be a good enough reason why I didn't do anything to help.

Another unfortunate fact is that I'm not currently going through puberty and filled with hormone induced libido, so I am not interested in "using" said porno mag and instead used it as an excuse for any non childlike things I may say or do.

Anyways, my second life so far has been rather uneventful.

As much as I can plan for the future, it doesn't make time go any faster. In fact it seems to make it slower. Maybe because I'm only six, and have to wait till I'm eighteen.

In my first life I wasted my time by playing on my tablet or computer. Trying to get either of those things in this day and age, I'm better off imagining a situation where that could happen then I would actually trying.

My poor tablet. Sitting somewhere, alone and afraid. Half of me wishes that it would be my Stand, but then the image of me trying to slap people with it brings me back to earth. Maybe useful if I was stuck in some prison with no other source of entertainment, but any other situation?

Try fighting any of the Pillar Men with a little tablet. I'd be nothing more than a screaming blood bag for when they need quick healing after Joseph fucks them up.

So far, my only source of power is that my family is rich, and that Fate is on my side.

I undertand that Fate would help me more if I went out and did heroic things, but what is a six year old going to do? Cry?

"Jovanni, why don't you go and play with Joseph? I have to talk with Uncle Speedwagon." Granny Erina tells me, while Uncle Speedwagon steps closer to her, talking in a low voice, inaudible to my ears.

"Okay, Granny Erina." I say, standing up and shuffling over to Joseph who is playing with some blocks.

"Hey, Joseph. Can I play with you?" I ask despite knowing he would say yes no matter what.

"Of course, Jovanni!" Joseph says, pushing some of the blocks over to me with a grin on his face.

"So what are you making anyways?" I ask, holding a block in one of my hands.

"A castle!" Joseph says happily.

"How about a big tower somewhere?" I suggest.

"Do I really have to go to school?" I ask, not at all excited about having to go through school again, even if I forgot most of everything about school before 6th grade in my first life.

"Yes, Jovanni. You were going to be homeschooled but you have been effortlessly solving any problems you're given. Even for things you shouldn't even know about. It's clear that you need to be sent to a school that can properly teach you at the level you're at." Uncle Speedwagon says.

Shit. I guess I should've shown at least some kind of struggle with those tests I was given. I just wanted to get them over with quickly so I could laze around like I normally do. The plights of a reincarnated person.

I'll just use my strongest attack, puppy eyes! Thinking of sad things, tears appear in the corners of my eyes, and I look up at Uncle Speedwagon with a quivering frown on my face.

Uncle Speedwagon's face suddenly turned stony, like he was trying to intimidate somebody.

"Crying won't make us change our minds, Jovanni. We're doing this because we want you to be proud of who you are when you grow up. Do you think your father or grandfather would cry because they had to go to school?" He says, making a grimace appear on my face as I realized he wouldn't budge.

Dammit! Why did I think making him feel bad would make him change his mind!? All it did was strengthen his confidence in his decision!

Son of a bitch!

'Damn. He almost got me to change my mind with that face he made. It was like I had bought him dessert and then slapped it out of his hands. No! Don't doubt yourself by focusing on it, that's what he wants!'

Robert sighed in relief as Jovanni gave in.

I don't know why, but I had thought that I would have to go to some stuffy kindergarten. Instead I'm wasting half my days at a highschool.

Though saying it's a waste is a bit overly mean. To be honest it's nice getting so much attention from people just for being at their level. It makes it much more bearable to be revered everytime I turn in a paper.

Over all, it makes the days go by faster, and that's what really counts.

Alright, other than school I've been looking more towards the temptation that is Hamon.

On one hand, it would be nice to have at least some way of protecting myself, but on the other, I do not want any variation of Hermit Purple whatsoever.

In Steel Ball Run, it was stated that Hamon and the Spin are steps to a Stand. Hence why Gyro got Ball Breaker by mastering the Spin, and why Joseph and Johnathan have near identical stands. This is the same reason I hesitate to venture into any hobbies, as Cinderella and Pearl Jam were both obtained through the mastery of a craft.

Such annoying rules, I wish I could just get something like Star Platinum and be done with it.

Of course, eventually I will get a Stand. I tell myself this, in hopes that God isn't a liar and won't just leave me to follow Joseph around for part 2 and 3 as a cheerleader.

To some extent I'm glad the highschool is close enough for me to be able to walk to it on my own. I'm glad Granny Erina let me do so in the first place since while I'm lazy enough to be happy with being brought everywhere, there is a big chance I will be dead in an instant due to the enemies I will undoubtedly come into contact with in the future if I don't at least get strong while I can. This world does not reward laziness.

So this little walk to and from the highschool is a good start, since it isn't strenuous enough to do more harm than good but it's enough to make running for long distances much more feasible than it was in my last life.

Unbeknownst to me, a woman follows me, a small smile on her face.

Her eyebrows furrow slightly in thought before she speeds up, crouching down my height and reaching her hand towards me to gently grab my shoulder.

"Hello, little boy. I always see you walking this street every day. Where are you going?" Her voice is sweet.

I turn around, and her face strikes me as very pretty, and my hands tighten on my backpack's straps nervously.

"O-oh. I-I'm just going home right now." I answer, my palms start to sweat.

"Hm? Ah, your parents won't mind if you take a little longer to get home do they? Why don't you come to my house, I made some cookies for you, since I know it must be tiring for such a young boy to walk so far every day!" Her voice is sweet;

"U-um, I think they would be mad if I was home too late without telling them. M-maybe tomorrow? I can tell them first then go with you." I say, my hands are shaking, is this how I react the moment I see a pretty woman?

Her voice is sickeningly sweet.

Her hand on my shoulder tightens as I finish speaking, and she leans closer to me and says, "Are you really going to leave a pretty woman by herself, when you're such a handsome boy?"

"I-I, I d-do-" I try to speak, the sudden realization that what I am feeling is fear and not nervousness overwhelming and horrible.

"Shhh. You don't need to worry about all those little problems. We're just going to have some fun and then you can go back home. Just let me help you change out of those dirty clothes at my house." She slowly wraps her arms around my quivering body, pushing my face into her cleavage, and picking me up.

I need help. Somebody, please help me. Why can't I speak? I just need to yell one word, and someone will come. Just one word, so why can't I say it? Even saying Uncle's name would be sufficient. Anything will help, so why?

WHY CAN'T I SAY ANYTHING?

"H-Help.." My voice comes out, weak and pathetic, but she hears it anyways.

Her hands tighten. Her hold is stronger now.

All my plea did was make my situation worse.

Please, let this be a nightmare. Let me wake up to Granny Erina so I can hug her until I'm ready to fall asleep again. Nobody can save me in this nightmare. Just let me wake up.

My breathing grows more erratic as she shifts me to open a door.

I'm inside a building now, my chances of escape are even worse now.

Another door, I see a bed.

I can feel tears running down my cheeks now. She's saying something but I can't hear it over my whimpering.

She's touching me. Why do I have to experience this?

She's taken my shirt off. Is it because I haven't been trying hard enough?

She's rubbing me on my chest. Was I not nice enough to Joseph?

She lowered her face to my chest and licked me once on my nipples. What's so wrong with me that I'm being touched by this woman?

She's pulling my shorts down. Was I too ungrateful?

She's touching me. Was I too focused on what my Stand would be?

A gasp for air. An exhale. Another gasp for air and I can see again. When did I stop in the first place? When she started touching me?

She isn't touching me anymore?

I sit up, tears no longer running.

She's pinned to the wall, being held by a… short black knight?

Their armor is smooth and black with dark gray accents, with silver peeking through in some spots. Their helmet is of the same color palette, just with silver points of light in the eye holes, and thick silver horns curling back and ending in small spheres.

They have a silver axe on their back. Well, an axe in the sense that it's a pole with a blade on one side.

Unlike every axe I have ever seen in any media, not counting Dark Souls, instead of having a piece of metal broadening as it got longer, this was like if you took two small buster sword blades and attached them to a metal pole on one side with their bottoms put together.

The pole of the axe was much longer than the blade, a meter long in total.

The woman was unrecognizable.

I don't think she'll be able to eat solid foods anymore, if not from her limp jaw than from her teeth on the ground.

I can't bring myself to feel bad for her, honestly.

She got what she deserved for touching a boy she thought was at most seven years old.

Anyways, the knight.

Upon my addressal, the knight uncaringly drops the woman to the ground and floats over to me, standing by my side.

My stand…

This does put a smile on my face.

Now for his name.

After part 3 Stands are named after songs, so maybe I should do the same? All I know is that I want it to sound cool.

I'll run through songs I remember liking and choose whichever one sounds the coolest, I guess.

Maybe The Man Who Sold The World? But it's kind of long. Shortening it to The Man sounds kind of cool and is in the same vein as The World and The Hand. Alright, I'm sold. Heh.

"The Man Who Sold The World it is then." I say with a smile on my face.

Now, for the scum. I look menacingly at the woman on the floor.

The Man picks her up with little effort, and follows me out the door after I finish putting my clothes back on.

Walking further I meet a door, and step out.

The Man lowers the woman, and overlaps with my body creating the illusion that I am dragging her myself.

On the short walk home, I think about the events that had occurred in my life that awoke my Stand.

Honestly, I hope she gets beat up in prison. A lot.

But, I really like The Man. He's similar to Silver Chariot, which makes me happy, plus he's pretty strong. He probably has to be to lift up that axe. So I can't really say I wish this never happened.

I'll see later just how strong he is though, for sure.

If I experiment enough, I might find a special ability. Even if it's just popping off its armor like Silver Chariot I will be pretty happy. With Stands like Made in Heaven having the possibility of existing, I have to take everything I can get.

Ah, I'm home.

Having The Man drop the woman, I walk inside.

"Jovanni! What are you doing coming home so late? Me and Joseph were so worried!" Granny Erina says as soon as she sees me walk into the living room.

"Uh, Granny, is Uncle here?" I ask, not wanting her to get sad because of what happened.

"Yes, he is in the bathroom, why are you asking?" Granny Erina asks me.

"It has to do with why I got here so late." I answer.

As I say that, Uncle Speedwagon walks in from the hallway.

"Jovanni, are you alright? Your eyes are red, like you were crying recently." Uncle Speedwagon asks in concern.

I simply ask him to follow me and lead him outside.

Erina was concerned.

For one, her precious grandson Jovanni was possibly hurt in some way as evidenced by his puffy eyes, as well as how late he had gotten home.

But, she trusted Speedwagon enough to let him handle it, and to tell her if she needed to know.

After all, Speedwagon helped her raise George as well as Joseph and Jovanni.

Oh, Jovanni just walked back in and sat down. He seems to be doing a lot better.

Like she said Speedwagon knows how to deal with this kind of thing, wait was that a scream from outside? Her ears must be playing tricks on her in her old age, because that sounded like a woman getting her leg broken. She would know, Elizabeth once fell out of a tree while trying to impress George.

There it was again! This time she was sure, it sounded like a scream full of pain!

Why aren't Joseph and Jovanni startled as well!? Why are they just sitting there talking as someone screams like they're being murdered!? Did they just hug!?

[author note]

WOOO! I made 4,000 words in this, is this what passion feels like? anyways im srry about not making anything for months, i was kinda in a slump where everything I wrote felt too bad for me to keep writing it so any passion i had for an idea disappeared too fast for me to finish it.

So, that celebratory woo was not just for the word count, but also because I've made something I like!

Alright, for story notes, I generally only really plan to go up to DIO's death before I stop. I don't think I'll get that far, but if I do that'll be the hard limit for this story. I also wont have any schedule for this, since i tried to do something similar for other stories by trying to write a new chapter whenever I could and rushing them as a result. so im basically gonna take it slow and upload a new chapter whenever i feel up to writing one. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and have a good day/night!