JOJO hiding in the hunter world

A silver-white figure appeared, strong and powerful, with two pink hearts drawn on its chest and a terrifying red light emanating from its eyes.

This trash game is ruining my youth.

The cold sweat trickled down Jon's excited face. He silently threw the spirit tablet of the god he had been worshiping into the trash can and wiped the apple he had just placed on the plate to worship the god, stuffing it into his mouth.

As expected, praying to gods is not as good as relying on oneself. Looking at the Stand's introduction, Jon felt despair.

[Atum] is a Stand from the Nine Glory Gods group. It appears during the journey of the Three Joes to defeat Dio. It is also one of the last Stand users guarding Dio's side. To be so valued by Dio, it should be a ruthless character.

[Atum] is a strategic Stand, with stats of one B, one C, and four Ds.

Looking at the destructive power of D, Jon's own strength is close to V. You're giving me a D? Trash Stand! An average adult is D, and only boxers or something have C. Among Stands, it's the worst of the worst. That stack of fake muscles doesn't even have decent durability.

However, Atum does have special abilities. It can simply read minds, but only answer with yes or no. It also comes with gaming talent. With Atum, teammates will never send you little stars again.

Atum is a godsend for those with clumsy hands. Completing the Dark Souls series is no longer a dream.

Turning grief and indignation into strength, Jon turned on his computer and started caring for the physical and mental health of teenagers.

"How can kids these days be so bad?"

Completely unaware that he was also a noob before obtaining Atum, Jon tried to fill the boredom in his heart with victories in the game. After easily defeating opponents who were once evenly matched, he suddenly felt bored.

"Life is truly lonely as snow."

Jon successfully discouraged a dozen newbies and went to bed contentedly.

As night fell, the city did not fall into silence. Countless lights illuminated the city. Night was the time for young people to vent their inner frustrations. In a coffee shop, Robson sat opposite a woman.

"Can it be confirmed?"

"Yes, Jackman was indeed killed by a kid." As he spoke, Robson gave the woman Jon's photo and a profile. Then, he started drinking his coffee.

"Jon Bellocelovich, interesting." The woman looked at Jon's photo and smiled slightly, looking very cute.

"Do you know him?"

"No, I don't know him."

"This kid is very talented. Although he rejected my invitation, he will definitely become a Hunter in a few years."

"Oh, you're so confident in him?"

"I almost lost." Robson pushed the empty coffee cup. Sarah looked out the window at the noisy crowd.

"If we investigate like this, I'm afraid he won't have a peaceful life."

"Don't worry, he's not a man who can be easily killed."

My name is Capon, I have a house (a single apartment in the suburbs) and a car (with 25 years of car loan left), all I need is a girlfriend. People who know me respectfully call me Mr. Capon. As a glorious people's teacher, I am responsible and conscientious. It can be said that it is my spirit of responsibility that has led to their current achievements. But now I'm in a bad mood.

There is a troublemaker student in the class who either sleeps or stares blankly during class. Although his grades are good, he also makes me very sad. My most valued student is always suppressed by him. If he works hard, it's okay, but this bastard never studies.

Today, the second-best student in the class, as an outstanding student, shared his learning experience on the podium. I couldn't bear it anymore. This bastard actually laughed. He doesn't respect his classmates at all, so Jon was asked to leave the classroom.

I'm Jon, and today I'm taking a boring class as usual. Because I just took an exam, there will always be a few outstanding students who are invited by the homeroom teacher to share their learning experiences on stage.

"I am very honored to stand on this podium today to share my learning experience."

Well, a standard opening, Jon nodded.

"First of all, I would like to thank Mr. Capon for his earnest teaching."

A very ordinary beginning, every award winner must first thank something or someone when they come on stage.

"N~O~" Atum can read minds. Atum's voice is full of passion, and the speaker is also full of passion. Every time the speaker says a sentence, Atum will say "NO". Jon was trying his best to hold back his laughter, his whole face stiff and flushed.

"It is his selfless dedication..."

"Gah! Gah, gah."

Someone asked with concern: "Jon, are you okay?"

Jon covered his mouth, "No, I'm fine." Jon started coughing violently.

"It's all your own efforts, how dare I take the credit." Finally, it was time for the homeroom teacher to summarize. Mr. Capon waved his hand with a humble face. His face was full of smiles, and it could be seen that he was still very satisfied with this flattery.

But today, a discordant figure appeared. Hearing Atum say "NO", the forty-something 'Mediterranean' Capon was actually a tsundere. He said he didn't dare to take the credit, but he thought so in his heart.

"Pfft, hahahaha" Jon was defeated and couldn't help but laugh.

Then Jon spent the day in the hallway.

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not what they used to be. Jon didn't dare to use Atum in class anymore.

A man in a gray coat slowly walked over from the school gate. He was wearing sunglasses, black gloves, and a black bowler hat, looking like a gangster boss from the last century.

He walked straight towards Jon. Jon felt a sense of unease and summoned [Atum]. He looked at the man warily. The man seemed to not see [Atum] at all. Jon breathed a sigh of relief. Stand users can see Stands, and if he can't see it, it means he's not a Stand user.

"Well, maybe he's just an ordinary person. I've been suspicious lately, could it be that I killed someone and have psychological problems?"

Jon lost interest and turned to look at the birds in the tree next to him.

The man took out a grenade from his pocket, "Die, sinful bloodline." The man threw the grenade at Jon.

Jon's pupils shrank and he summoned [Stone Free], dodging the grenade with one kick.

"Bang, boom" The grenade exploded. Jon used [Stone Free] to protect himself and didn't suffer much damage. But the wall of the classroom was blown down, and shrapnel from the grenade hit several people. They fell to the ground, their lives unknown.

I am Capon, an ordinary middle school teacher. A gray-clad terrorist attacked the school. What to do.... This is the first time I've encountered this in my dozen years of teaching.

The gray-clad man took out another grenade from his pocket and threw it at Jon.

"Damn." Although Jon is a bastard, he is still my student. Without thinking much, I ran over and stood in front of Jon.

How ridiculous, I'm over forty years old and don't even have a girlfriend. I was also ridiculed by Jon today, but now I should be considered a qualified teacher, right?

Tears and snot flowed out, damn it, I'm still young.

I am Jon Bellocelovich, what exactly is going on with that person? How could he not react at all when I summoned [Atum]? What deep schemes.

Jon saw the classmates lying on the ground bleeding, countless cries shook the sky, but Jon didn't hear it. Jon's world seemed to have been muted.

"Bastard" Another grenade flew over. Jon was sure that this person was here for me, Jon was ready to fight back. Capon suddenly rushed over and stood in front of me. Jon was moved.

"Bastard, get ready to be punished."

"Extendable String Fist" [Stone Free]'s arm turned into a string, and the fist was launched like a flail. The high-speed fist made contact with the grenade, causing a huge explosion.

Jon could have dodged the grenade without injury, but Capon would have died.

The skin on Jon's fist burst open, and blood spurted out and flowed to the ground.

The man took out a pistol and started shooting at Jon. Jon rushed up with [Stone Free]. [Stone Free] was not fully formed yet. [Stone Free] can't stop some guns with high rates of fire, but pistols are okay.

"Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora" [Stone Free] frantically punched, deflecting all the bullets.

"You monster." The man looked resentful.

"It's enough, want to know why? Because you've already entered my range." Jon was uncontrollably angry.

"Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora Oora." The terrorist could no longer get up.

My name is Rafael Bacca, I used to be a shareholder in an ordinary small company. I had a happy family, a fairly beautiful wife, and an eight-year-old son. A gangster wanted to buy the shares in my hand at a low price. I didn't agree.

The next day, my parents, wife, and children all died. I swore I would get revenge. The boss of that gang had many bodyguards around him, and I couldn't get close. That day, Rafael was already dead as a person, leaving only a revenge machine.

When God closes a door, He opens a window. I found the school of that gangster's son in the black market. Rafael bought guns and grenades from the black market at a high price.

Rafael kissed a family portrait and hid the photo in his chest before walking into the school.

That person was indeed the bloodline of the devil. Grenades couldn't kill him, and bullets were also deflected. What a pity, Azhen, I couldn't avenge you.

Accompanied by "Oora Oora Oora ~ ~ ~" Rafael lost consciousness.

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