JOJO hiding in the hunter world

The faint light of dawn shone into the room through the light blue curtains. The curtains softened the light, casting a gentle blue hue instead of a harsh glare. The room wasn't large, but the light filtering through the window was enough to illuminate the entire space. The wooden floor had aged to a soft brown color. A boy of about twelve or thirteen years sat motionless on the bed, his expression blank as if he were a simpleton.

He was Lu Youguang, a young man from Hua Country, fresh out of university. He'd spent four years at a third-rate college, barely scraping by with a diploma. There were plenty of college graduates like him, and finding a job with that useless piece of paper would be difficult. He and his roommate had been working on a game, but instead of making money, they'd lost some. After drinking a little too much, he'd passed out and woken up here. Luckily, he had a younger brother; taking care of their parents shouldn't be a problem.

The boy's bed wasn't far from the mirror. Sitting on the bed, he could clearly see his reflection. Five minutes ago, he had merged with the memories of this body. His name was Jon Bellosovich, male, twelve years old, black hair, black eyes, five foot five, looked pretty good, healthy with no bad habits, and not an orphan. His parents were alive, but they had no house, no car, and no younger sister. He didn't have a star-shaped birthmark on his neck, no broken engagement, no infuriating arrogance, and no magic. This seemed like a safe world.

"Jon, come down for breakfast!"

The boy withdrew his gaze, got up, quickly straightened his clothes, and hurried downstairs.

His father was a member of some mafia group, but Jon didn't know the specifics. Perhaps it was intentionally concealed; Jon knew very little about him. In Jon's memories, he had only seen him once.

His mother was also very mysterious, supposedly a major shareholder in some company. Her marriage to his father was said to be for the sake of profit, so she rarely cared about him. At least she was slightly better than Jon's father. But she would at least visit Jon once a year.

Jon was fostered at the home of his mother's former butler. Jon had grown up in the old butler's house since he was a child. He also took the butler's surname, and the butler and his wife were good to him. They treated him like their own son and never skimped on his allowance.

"Jon, why are you up so late today?" The butler's wife turned her head to look at Jon and then turned back to tidy up the tableware.

Jon picked up the mouthwash, walked into the bathroom, twisted open the cap, poured two mouthfuls of mouthwash, grabbed the wet towel on the side, wiped his face haphazardly, and turned to eat.

"Hey, Jon, is something wrong? You seem strange today." The butler's wife looked at Jon with a suspicious expression.

Jon's expression stiffened, and then he put on a warm smile. "Nothing's wrong. I didn't sleep well last night. By the way, are we having apple pie again today?"

"Of course, go wash your hands." The butler's wife's attention was instantly diverted. "Hey, we've had apple pie for two days in a row." He breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he was lucky to be quick-witted, almost getting exposed on the spot. To be discovered less than an hour after transmigrating would truly be the shame of transmigrators. Although he had inherited the memories of the original owner, some habits were still difficult to change.

"Jon, I'm going out now." The butler's wife picked up a small basket, preparing to leave. "Also, there's ice cream in the fridge, but don't eat too much."

Jon rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child anymore." Jon breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the butler's wife leave.

Jon ate a couple of bites haphazardly and went upstairs. Because it was summer vacation, the twelve-year-old Little Jon had the time to understand the world. From his memories, this world was definitely not Earth. None of the countries on the world map were ones he'd heard of in his previous life. And there was that bizarre continental shelf; even if Earth existed for another hundred million years, it wouldn't be able to produce that.

What? A system? I really am the chosen one. God really still loves me. Jon suddenly became ecstatic. This definitely wasn't a dream. Thinking that he could also start the path of forced boasting, killing in all directions, and reaching the pinnacle of the world like other protagonists. No, as the king of the world, how could he not have a harem of wives and concubines? The golden finger had arrived. Next was boasting time. Thinking of this, his smile gradually became perverted.

"Detecting the energy system of this world, synchronizing..."

"JOJO's Bizarre Adventure is activated."

Jon fell silent when he saw this name. This familiar interface, this familiar feeling... This seemed to be the terrible game that he and his roommate made to leech off the popularity of Golden Wind. It had most of the Stands and items from JOJO parts 1~7. Because everyone was a JOJO fan, they made it very carefully, which led to the imperfect mall system, so the game was a money-losing product. This game was similar to NetEase's games. You could pay to win, but you'd still get beaten into a little brother.

"System, are you there?" Jon tentatively asked.

The system did not respond. Jon understood in his heart that this system's intelligence was not high. He heard that some people even fell in love with system AIs, which he was a little envious of. But Jon was quite glad that at least the system wouldn't kill him for no reason, nor would it have a system spirit constantly beeping for no reason.

Seeing that the system hadn't responded for a long time, Jon skillfully clicked on the newbie gift pack. It was still the familiar recipe, still the familiar taste. Inside were three covered cards: an item card, an ability card, and a Stand card. Flipping over the Stand card would 100% get you a Stand, as for what you get, it completely depended on your luck.

emmmmmm...

It depends on your luck.