This is the perfect Pillar Man, the perfect ultimate creature.

If he was capable of doing research, he would have studied new-age unique products long ago, and then started making huge profits like crazy!

Aleister: "Don't worry, you are mainly responsible for being studied... No, I mean you are mainly responsible for lying in the laboratory every day."

"...You did say the word 'being studied' just now, right?" Diablo was stunned.

Not only do you want my money, you also want my body?!

Although I am known as the Delicious and Attractive Woman in the underworld, isn't it a bit too much for you to lust after my body?

"I am just an ordinary person, not worthy of being studied."

"It's okay. I think you're worth it. Don't be afraid. The benefits of our institute are very good." Aleister smiled.

"What are the benefits?" Although Diablo didn't want to go, he had to bow his head under the eaves.

Since you haven't detoxed yet, just lie down and enjoy it.

After the poison is removed, I will give them a ruthless blow.

By then, the emperor will still be Diablo!

Aleister: "Our research institute provides food and lodging."

"anything else?"

"No~ Oh, no, there's one more thing. We don't have holidays in our research institute."

"No vacation is what kind of benefit!" Diablo lives in Bengbu.

"Huh? Isn't it said that 996 is a blessing? I'm going to let you 007 be studied, isn't that a huge blessing?" Aleister widened his eyes and said righteously.

"..." Diablo felt that all his life's speechlessness had been used up today.

He thinks he is a useless devil, but the real devil is you capitalists!

"Okay, okay, now that everyone has successfully reached an agreement through a friendly discussion, we are partners from today on." Kaz clapped his hands and made a summary of today.

What a cordial discussion!

I'm so tired, so alone

Diablo was complaining madly in his heart.

41. What’s wrong with your expression?

In a small town in Italy.

An inconspicuous little boy with black hair and a mushroom-shaped head staggered towards home.

But is that really his home?

Ever since he was born, his mother always left him alone at home, leaving him to suffer from fear and hunger.

And his father...even though his mother always boasted about that man, saying that he was the most powerful and perfect man in the world.

Whenever his mother talked about that man, her eyes would always reveal admiration and worship.

But in his eyes, a man who abandons his wife and son is nothing but a scumbag.

Not long ago, his mother remarried an Italian man, and he finally had a "father".

Even his name changed from Hatsuruno Shiohana to Giorno Giovanna.

However, this "father" is not kind, but abuses him mercilessly.

The reason why he was staggering now was because he was beaten when he went out this morning.

A mother who never cared about him and a "father" who abused him wantonly, such a home was nothing more than a prison to him.

Unfortunately, if Giorno, who was only four years old, did not rely on this prison, he would have starved or frozen to death on the street.

"Look, that kid has such a weird hairstyle, like a mushroom."

"Hahaha, he looks so lame!"

"You're Japanese, right? No wonder you look like that."

Giorno heard some children's voices coming from the side. Since he had just arrived and did not understand Italian at all, he naturally could not understand what they were saying. He could only smile at the children next to him.

And this smile seemed to prove his weakness, making the children laugh even more unscrupulously.

Although he couldn't understand what was said, Giorno at least saw that it was a mocking smile.

He felt uncomfortable, so he had to lower his head and quicken his pace to go home.

For him at this moment, the home that seemed like a prison was more comfortable than being outside.

"Why did you come back so late?"

As soon as he got home, the "father" scolded him harshly and slapped Giorno in the face.

How could a four-year-old child withstand the unrestrained power of an adult?

He fell directly to the ground, and the child's tender cheeks swelled up in an instant.

"Tsk! You're such a jinx. Here's your meal for tonight and tomorrow morning."

The "father" threw a piece of slightly hard bread on the ground and went out, without worrying about getting the bread dirty.

After he left, Giorno picked up the not-so-big loaf of bread and carefully brushed off the dust on it.

He didn't dare tear off the dusty part, otherwise the bread, which was already not enough, would be even less filling.

Giorno took a bite of the bread. It was hard, unpalatable, and even had a strange taste.

He suspected that the bread had been stored for too long and had gone bad, but his "father" was reluctant to throw it away, so he gave it to him to eat.

As I ate, the hard bread suddenly became a little moist, and the strange taste was mixed with a hint of saltiness.

Ah, it turned out that he was crying.

The pain on my cheek continued, and the grievance and sadness in my heart became heavier.

"Why, why do I have to be hurt like this?

"Just because I'm the son of that scumbag who abandoned his wife and children, I'm also a scum of society, so I can only live like this?"

Just as he was crying, there was a sound of the old window being pushed open.

Giorno quickly looked up and saw a tall, muscular man standing by the window in a strange posture.

The moonlight shone on the man, giving him an inexplicable sense of mystery.

"You, are you a thief?" Giorno's face was still mixed with tears. He nervously hugged the delicious piece of bread in his arms, as if he was afraid that even such a small thing would be stolen.

The man who appeared at the window was naturally Kaz.

He stared at Giorno with a look of disappointment: "What's wrong with that expression of yours? What's with that look in your eyes and those tears?! Can those tears of yours defeat your stepfather? Can they save yourself?!"

"You, me, I..." Giorno's tears flowed even harder as he spoke: "What can I do? What can I do? I have no choice but to endure all this!"

Kaz: "So you're just going to give up on yourself here? Your father is a first-rate baker, and as his son, you can only eat this stale bread?"

"My father, do you know my biological father?" Giorno's attention was diverted, his tears stopped, and there was surprise on his face.

Not only was he surprised that the man in front of him knew his biological father, but he was even more surprised that his father was just a baker? ?

His mother bragged all day long that his father was the most powerful and perfect man, but it turns out that he was just a baker?

If bakers are so powerful, then the country should form an army composed entirely of bakers, with baguettes as long weapons, black bread as shields, and five-nut mooncakes as hidden weapons.

In this way, it can be said to be the strongest army in the world.

"Yes, I know your father. He is a very good baker." Kaz slowly raised his head and looked at the moonlight outside the window, as if missing something.

Giorno also looked at the moonlight outside. As Kaz spoke, a man wearing a chef's uniform, a chef's hat and a proud face seemed to appear before him.

“Your father is undoubtedly a genius among pastry chefs. He invented the most powerful donut-making method in history and created the unprecedented Trinity Donut.

"Everyone was shocked and respectfully called him the 'Legendary Supa Baker'.

"But this fame also brought him disaster. The dark chefs in the dark cuisine world set their sights on his donut-making method.

"In order to obtain this unique memory, the Dark Chef challenged your father to a food battle with the legendary cooking utensil, the Dragon Pot, at stake.

"Your father also wanted to obtain the legendary cooking utensils, so he agreed to the food battle competition.

“The battle was extremely fierce, with both sides using their legendary techniques, the ‘Oula Fist’ and the ‘Mu Da Fist’, to process the fermented dough to make it more delicious.

"Unfortunately, your father's 'Wooden Fist' was still slightly inferior, and he ultimately lost to the dark chef of the dark cuisine world - Jiao Tailang.

“Your father handed over the recipe for making donuts, but couldn’t bear the humiliation and chose to commit suicide.

"Before he died, the only thing he asked of me, his best friend, was to take good care of his child, that is, you, Giorno."

Kaz smiled gently and held out his hand to Giorno: "Will you come with me?"

42. Don’t come near me ah ah ah

"Si Guoyi!"

Giorno clenched his fists, feeling extremely excited.

It turns out his father is such a great baker!

He didn't think the man in front of him was lying.

The legendary fast-food baker, the dark cooking world, the dark chef, the dragon pot, the food war competition, the Ora boxing, the wood boxing...

If it didn't really exist, how could it be possible to say such realistic words!

So, this is definitely not a lie!

Besides, why did this man cheat him? Was it because of the stale bread in his hand?

"I'll go with you."

"Well, good boy, come with me." Kaz took his hand, grew a pair of wings behind him, and flew high.

He didn't want to take Bucciarati and the others with him for the time being.

After all, at that time, they were all living a good life, except for the unlucky Giorno, who had been miserable since childhood.

Taking Giorno away and letting him live a good childhood can also satisfy the regret that Kaz had in his heart when he first watched Golden Wind.

Let Giorno recruit those people like Bucciarati in the future. After they are recruited, they will serve as the security team for his company.

“Wow, it’s flying! It’s flying! Hey, is this also some kind of legendary boxing technique?”

"Yeah, that's right, this move is called win-win boxing."

"What a strange name, but it's so cool! I also want to fly in the sky, can you teach me?"

"You don't have to learn it deliberately. Go find a kid who plays rock-paper-scissors with you in the future, and you will be able to fly when you play rock-paper-scissors with him."

"Eh? Can you fly by playing rock-paper-scissors?"

…………

After some time, Kaz and Giorno landed in the territory of Xia Country.

That’s right, the companies and laboratories he created with Diablo’s money are all in Xia Country.

On the one hand, he was a citizen of Xia before he traveled through time, so it didn't matter where the company was opened. By opening a company in Xia, he could pay some taxes, and at the same time, help the Xia country in this JOJO world develop faster.

It would be better to fast forward to the Nantianmen Project and then send the Baidi aerospace fighter to bring him back from the universe.

As for him doing this research himself? Never mind.

Developing and selling plug-ins, and then absorbing DNA and knowledge from different worlds to make himself stronger, this is what Kaz should do now.

After all, the JOJO world is not stable either.

Who knows if someone will suddenly awaken an extremely powerful substitute?

For the sake of his own safety, he also has to make himself stronger.

As for another reason why the company and laboratory were opened in Xia Country...he really prefers Xia Country's food!

During the time I was in the world of Toaru Majutsu no Index, apart from Japanese food, there was also the localized Japanese Natsu cuisine. In one word, I couldn't get used to it!

"Is this where we are going to live from now on? It looks great." Giorno looked at the laboratory in front of him with shining eyes.