Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

What are you most afraid of?

When he was a child, because he had an extremely irresponsible mother, Giorno would huddle up alone in bed and tremble every night.

At that time, he was afraid of the dark, cold, and loneliness.

When he grew older, he followed his mother who was married far away across the ocean and came to Italy where he had no relatives.

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

However, if you think about it carefully, Giorno was always afraid of such illusory things.

If the answer really needs to be specific to a certain person or thing, he can't answer it at all.

After that, Giorno grew rapidly in this fear of nothingness, like a piece of natural jade, which showed its flawless essence after just a little polishing.

From then on, nothing could scare him.

Even darkness, loneliness, and endless difficulties and obstacles.

So.

What on earth am I afraid of?

Giorno couldn't think of an answer.

But what he knew was that he would not be afraid of that piece of meat no matter what.

Even in that lava well, facing real pieces of flesh and deadly lava, he never felt the slightest fear.

So

As long as it's not a piece of meat, the answer can be anything, right?

It couldn't be worse. After all, he had never seen anything scarier than pieces of meat.

Giorno thought so.

And the moment his palm touched Willy's arm, a memory that had been buried deep in his brain for so long that he couldn't remember it suddenly came out of his subconscious like a tide:

Dio

Lord Dio

A very familiar voice echoed in Giorno's mind.

This voice belonged to his mother, but it was younger, gentler, and more submissive than what he remembered. It even had a hint of humility and piety in worshiping a god.

Mother, who is she talking to?

Could it be.

Giorno had this question in his mind.

At this time, there was another sound of a baby crying in the memory - it was Giorno's own voice.

The images echoing in my mind became more and more real.

Giorno suddenly found that he had turned into a little baby with short arms and legs, lying weakly in his mother's arms, crying and fussing.

The memory of all the senses of sight, smell, and hearing becomes clear at this time.

He saw himself as a little baby staying with his mother in a dimly lit room with a mysterious atmosphere.

He smelled a strong smell permeating the dim room. The slightly iron smell seemed to be human blood.

Finally, he heard a deep male voice.

The voice was deep, powerful and magnetic. While it was extremely oppressive, it also carried an indescribable charm:

Has my child been born?

very good.

Light footsteps sounded, and this memory began to become blurry.

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

Because of the dim light, Giorno could barely see clearly his pair of deep pupils that were faintly shining with dark red light.

Just such a glance.

The man just glanced at him, and Giorno, who was still a little baby, was like a nestling encountering a natural enemy, trembling and stopped crying.

This kind of look is not the look a father should have at all, nor is it the look a human being can have.

That's not the father looking at his son, but the devil looking at his dependents.

This look traveled through time and space and was imprinted in the depths of his brain, causing Giorno to tremble uncontrollably as he recalled this memory:

somehow

She obviously already knew that man was her father

But Giorno still felt that he might be killed or eaten by this man in the next second.

ah!

Giorno groaned softly as he had a headache.

Memories of the past are fleeting and the brain regains its clarity instantly.

Giorno returned to the present again, and the coward Willy who appeared in front of him was still pale and his legs were weak.

call

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the golden experience appeared:

Willie Coward.

Now, there is no more flesh to protect you!

no, do not want

Willy held his head and exclaimed:

Save me. My friend, come and save me!!

He wanted to summon the invincible piece of meat to protect himself, but the huge body of the piece of meat had disappeared when Giorno touched him.

In this unprecedented despair, Golden Experience leapt forward and waved his fist shadow at him:

Wood big wood big——

boom!

The punch came to an abrupt halt.

The golden experience's fist, which could crack a car's steel plate, was blocked without doing anything.

What blocked the golden experience was a blond man who appeared next to Willy at some point, and

A humanoid stand-in with bulging muscles and a burly figure, which also exudes golden light, but whose aura is far more powerful than the golden experience.

Um?

Giorno's expression froze on his face.

What responded to him was a burst of fist shadows and a familiar yet unfamiliar strange roar:

Wood big wood big wood big wood big!

underground.

Li Qing hurriedly ran back from the sewer.

Just now, Willy may have given the piece of meat some order not to let him get close. As a result, if Li Qing took a few steps towards Willy, the piece of meat would give priority to him and get mad at him.

Therefore, in order not to interfere with the operation, he had to escape alone to avoid the sharp edge.

The task of touching Willy was also given to Giorno.

Anyway, Giorno is a reliable comrade who seals the genuine piece of meat with him. If it were him, he would never be afraid of the piece of meat.

Sure enough, Giorno did not disappoint him.

Even though they were far apart, Li Qing could still sense:

After the piece of fake meat that Giorno and others were hiding climbed to the ground, Willy's substitute changed instantly.

The piece of meat that was as big as a room disappeared in an instant, and the thing that transformed later sounded like it was a person.

Although I don’t know what kind of person makes Giorno scared, but in any case, it is definitely easier to deal with than that damn piece of meat.

Maybe the person he transformed into was the parent or school bully who beat him when he was a child.

In this way, the battle is equivalent to over.

Li Qing thought so and couldn't help but relax his vigilance.

He even deactivated the digitization with confidence, then climbed back to the ground in three steps and two steps at a time, observing the situation with his more familiar vision:

Giorno!

Have you finished the fight? That kid.

The relaxed questioning stopped abruptly.

Because Li Qing climbed back to the ground and looked around and saw this scene:

Apaki had previously used his substitute to withstand the bite of the meat, but now blood was pouring out from all over his body and he looked very miserable.

Fuge and Nalanjia protected Apaki while retreating with ugly expressions.

Bucciarati froze in shock, and Giorno

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

what happens?

Li Qing was nervous for a while, and immediately followed everyone's gaze and looked over there:

Willy was still standing there perfectly fine.

And in front of Willy, in the dark shadow of the alley

What stood there was no longer the bloated and terrifying piece of flesh, but a handsome young blond man.

The man's upper body was naked, showing off his toned muscles and sickly fair skin without hesitation.

Putting aside the slightly weird suture scar on his neck, his facial features were as three-dimensional as a beautiful man in an ancient Greek sculpture, and his pupils were as bright as naturally carved rubies.

The golden hair was gently blowing in the breeze, the dark red lips were grinning quietly, and the two cold white bat fangs quietly exposed the corners of the mouth.

who is he?

Li Qing was attracted by the mysterious man's face:

Why does it look a bit like Fu Ge?

Ahem.

Giorno slowly stood up from the smashed car, his tone was complicated and helpless:

That's my dad.