"Your next line is: 'Is this also the park of your plan too, JoJo?!' Speak, Kars!"
Joseph used all his strength, roaring that sentence with a face full of confidence and arrogance about the victory that was firmly in his hands. Yes, even if physics doesn't work like that.
"How did you-?!"
Without letting Kars finish his sentence, dozens of volcano rocks from the volcano continued to stab and push him.
"ARRGH!"
Although the new strength of becoming the Ultimate Life Form makes these injuries useless, it is the forces from the rock chunks that are increasingly pushing him out of Earth's atmosphere.
"IS THIS ALSO THE PART OF YOUR PLAN TOO, JOJO?!"
Kars screamed in pain, his voice being slowly torn into the endless void. And for some unknown reason, Joseph thought that if he shouted loud enough, Kars could still hear him.
With a big fat smile, Joseph Joestar swung his fist into the sky, triumphantly shouting out.
"YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT! YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING RIGHT INTO THIS JOJO'S HAND FROM THE VERY BEGINNING!"
It wasn't even true, but as long as it could make Kars feel humiliated by this defeat, he had no reason to refuse this opportunity.
"Damn it...Finally, it's over..."
He slowly breathed, falling to the rock beneath his legs. Adrenaline had stopped running in his blood, letting the feeling of tiredness run through his body.
"Grandma..."
Joseph said, with his eyes slowly closing.
"Smokey... Stroheim... Old man Speedwagon... Lisa Lisa... Oh, and Ceasar, it's all done."
He accepted his fate.
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Narrator:
Right after Joseph lost consciousness in the atmosphere, Kars' remaining Ripples are slowly helping him to heal his wounds through the Aja Redstone.
Even if he mastered his Hamon to its fullest potential, it is still impossible to do that kind of magic trick. However, this is Kars's Hamon, the Ultimate Life Form's Hamon.
Thanks to the power behind his Hamon, the Red Stone also began to cause Joseph's lost arm to regrow into a complete arm.
That golden energy, still running through his body, began to increase until it completely enveloped him.
Then, in just a flash of red light, both he and the Redstone disappeared, leaving the rock alone falling into the vast ocean of the Earth.
"Damn it...So sore."
Fatigue and sleepy, his eyelids were slowly opened, giving him a vision of where he was.
When he opened his eyes, these three things were the first things he noticed:
1. He's still alive.
2. He can still feel his lost limbs, his missing hand.
3. HE IS STILL F*CKING ALIVE!
Immediately, Joseph took a look at his lost arm. And surprisingly, instead of a pile of blood where his arm was cut off, it was a whole new arm!
And there didn't seem to be a single scratch on his body.
"I-I can't believe it! I'm still alive! My hand is still intact! HAHA!"
Joseph laughed in delight. But for some reason, he cannot stand up because of the numbness in his legs.
"Goddamn, is this what happened when you get launched into space?"
The honor of being the first man to fly into space had some price. However, Joseph had some cheating tricks to deal with this shit.
Correcting his posture and gritting his teeth, enduring and beginning to breathe in this unpleasant smell.
"Koooh..."
A wave of warm golden energies flashed, and they began to move through Joseph's body, creating a sensation of pleasure flowing through it, as a testament to his healing.
"Damn, I was slacking off my Hamon training since I left Air Supplena Island. Maybe I'll need to train myself more."
The confidence in Ripple's miraculous healing was cleared in his voice. However, this damp stench was still the most annoying thing, making him forget what he just said, not thinking about some 'small' detail about what, where, or how the fuck he got here.
"Damn it, never mind!"
Joseph grunted as he stood up, his muscle relaxed and loosened up, they seemed to be in good condition.
"Somebody! Please!"
His ears perked up at the screaming of a young girl and footsteps entered the alley.
A white-haired girl ran in front of him, but before he could say anything, a mysterious man in a military uniform grabbed that white-haired girl by her collar.
"You goddamned Infected brat, you know how many things I missed just to chase you?"
He slammed the little girl into the wall, gripping her neck. The image of Smokey being beaten up by some dirty cops entered his mind, as well as his anger.
"Huh, what the fuck are you-?"
*BAM*
Joseph delivered a straight hook to the mysterious cop and strangled him into the ground.
""Don't *bam* act so *bam* cocky, you bastard!"
He continuously slammed his fist at his masked face, making the glass of his mask dyed red, making the little girl could only look at him, speechless.
Only when the man was rendered unconscious, Joseph had realized what he did, stopping his barrage of fists.
"S-SHIT! I lost my temper again! N-Now I'm in trouble! Granny Erina will be furious at me! Hey, wake up!"
Panicking at what he had done, Joseph immediately checked the mysterious man's heart rate and his breath.
The little girl was dumbfounded, confused, and grateful at the same time. She was grateful when he saved her from the inspector's hand. But at the same time, it was the same reason that made her confused.
"Okay, okay, Joseph, he's still breathing, so he'll be fine."
Joseph reassured himself. However, just as he was about to leave, the little girl tugged on his tank top.
"What the...?"
"Why... Why would you go this far to save an Infected like me?"
A question that made Joseph furrow his brows in confusion.
"Huh? Well, eh, I don't know. Maybe that is just a habit that I enjoyed."
He said and shrugged nonchalantly, acting like the hero-typed in the comic he usually read.
"Thank you-*cough*"
The cough suddenly blocked her throat, making Joseph a little startled.
"H-hey, are you okay?"
Joseph leaned down to ask, his face showing concern. He saw the black, crystal-like scars on her hands and her nẹck, along with some red marks and bruises. To him, the black, crystal-like scars looked like some burned marks. So Joseph began to think of a way to ease the pain of the little girl.
"Hold still."
He took her hand and began to focus his breath on his hands. That golden energy began to transfer to the girl, helping the scars to gradually heal, but the black marks were...
'So it wasn't burning mark, they are real crystal. Who the hell would like to attach this shit into their skin?'
"Whoa... Your Arts are amazing..."
Said the girl, like a child having her first time seeing a magic trick.
It made Joseph laugh a proud laugh, and at the same time couldn't hide his desire to show off this power.
"Hehe, of course, I still have many tricks left on my sleeve, wanna see it?"
Yes, as a trickster, Joseph always brings himself some tools to perform some of his 'magic tricks'.
"But first, what's your name?"
Joseph asked.
"...Misha."
Misha said, before realizing something. Joseph turned back and instinctively looked back,
"So, care to show me some tricks left on your sleeve, magician?"
It wasn't Misha who said it, it was a man with his face covered by a mask along with a pair of goggles.
A thigh-length shirt, hugging a bulletproof vest inside. And in addition, a sniper rifle was strapped on the back.
Another military man, but there was something different about him. He's more like a mercenary than an officer.
And he was stomping on one of the cops that Joseph beat up before.
"Who the hell is asking?"
Joseph held out his hand to shield Misha, wary of the man standing in front of him. However, he just raised his hand jokingly, indicating that he didn't want to fight.
"Calm down, I was just passing by, no need to be afraid."
He said, before stomping on the cop's face really, really hard, knocking him out cold. Joseph crept back to Misha, trying to signal her to run away.
"Hey, run away kid, I have no idea about what would happen next if he got you too. Because this guy is no joke like these two on the ground."
Those whispers found their way to the little girl's ear. But in response, Misha didn't run away, but stubbornly continued to stay there.
"Hey! My claws are very sharp too!"
Wow, what reassuring words, but Joseph doesn't feel it can get any worse. If this kid keeps standing here as a scene, both of them will die.
"Hey, do you have a relative? If so, ask that guy to take you away! He, or she, might know how to protect you more than I do."
Joseph unconsciously said. Although he just blurted it out, Joseph did not realize how much of an effect that statement had on the girl. The girl then thought of something.
"Relative... That's right, big bro!"
Leaving only that sentence, the white-haired girl immediately ran out of this alley in the back street, just like Joseph want it to.
"Well, I'm not generous enough to look after someone's kid, but surely, I would be worried for her."
The mysterious mercenary said.
*BOOM*
An explosion broke out, echoing into their ears.
"Damn, I guess team E0 had completed their mission. They found the Doctor. Now my clock is ticking. Oh, I wonder if she was gracious enough to prepare some coffins for us."
The mysterious man said sarcastically, leaving Joseph still stunned by the echoing bang from the explosion
"Bloody fucking hell...Hey, what just-?"
Joseph turned back, but the mysterious mercenary had disappeared. Smoke started to rise, as the screaming sounds started to envelop his ears. He wanted to know what happened. But he would need to hide first.
And luckily, the mysterious mercenary had left some traces for him to follow as well.
"The sewer. Seriously? Ah, shit, here we go again."
Timeskip.
Scout slowly stepped forward, griping firmly his rifle, reading for the worst situation.
"Yo!"
A hand suddenly patted his shoulder, his instincts making him immediately point the rifle back at the person behind him.
"Wow, take it easy, buddy."
It was the boy he had just met before. However, he didn't know if this person was a kid or a man, because he was so tall, yet, he sounded like a teenager to him.
"Ah, it was you. I was surprised."
Scout said, his rifle still pointed at Joseph. He didn't know if this guy saw him as his friend or foe, so it was best for him to remain on guard.
"You said you wanted to see a trick, didn't you?"
Joseph said, still holding his hand up, slowly approaching Scout.
*BANG*
A single shot aimed straight at the ground where he stood, causing him to stop.
"Now, now, big boy, I don't want the dot on my scope is your head, so, knee on the floor, would you kindly?"
Scout began to get serious, he didn't want to linger under this sewer any longer.
"Okay, okay."
He knelt down, still looking at him.
"But please, I just want to know what happened up there? And where am I?"
"A game just started, and you're in Chernobog."
Scout said, cocking the gun, and-
*BANG*
"Did you just go down this sewer without putting back the cover?"
*slam*
"Huh?"
Joseph dropped his hand, opened his eyes, and turned around. Behind him, a corpse had been headshot.
"...Scout."
He said, his voice surprisingly calm.
"What?"
"My codename. Us mercenaries often use such codes to protect our identities."
He put the gun back on his shoulder and walked out.
"Follow me. Now you have work to do."
Scout said as he waved Joseph to follow her, making him feel a little confused. But, well, maybe Joseph should leave him alone for now.
Another Timeskip.
"Wait a minute kid, I need to talk about something for adult."
"I'm 18 years old."
"That doesn't mean that you're a grown-ass man."
Scout looked up at the manhole cover for a moment, before bringing her hand to her mouth and whistling. The manhole cover began to open, letting a blinding light shine directly on the two of them.
Scout climbed the stairs that go straight up.
"Hi, Captain, how was your first and last ride down the sewers of Chernobog?"
"Really? That is all you can say when the hunt has begun?"
Scout grunted, setting his gun aside next to a nearby wall.
"Well, a little humor wouldn't be so bad. We are all going to die, you know?"
Scout went silent for a moment, before continuing the conversation
"How is the team, are you ready?"
"Our guns are readied, and claymores are deployed, thanks to Slink, as always."
"...Good."
Scout took off his bucket hat, removing the scarf that had covered his face. Finally, the goggles.
"Let's prepare for battle, eh?"