What are you most afraid of?

As a child, because of an extremely irresponsible mother, Giorno curled up alone in the bed every night shivering.

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

When he grew up, he followed his mother, who married far away, across the ocean to Yidaili, who was unaccompanied.

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

But, when you think about it, Giorno has been afraid of this kind of ethereal thing.

If you really want to give the answer to a certain person or a certain thing, he can't answer it at all.

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

From then on, nothing could frighten him.

Even darkness is loneliness, and there are endless hardships and dangers.

"So..."

"What am I afraid of?"

Giorno couldn't think of an answer.

But what he knew was that he wouldn't be afraid of that piece of meat no matter what.

Even in the lava well, he didn't feel the slightest fear in the face of real pieces of flesh and deadly lava.

So...

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

It certainly couldn't be worse, after all, he hadn't seen anything more terrifying than a lump of meat.

Giorno thought so.

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

“Dio...”

"Dio-sama..."

A familiar voice sounded softly in Giorno's voice in his head.

The voice belonged to his mother, but it was younger than he remembered, gentle, submissive, even... There is also a faint humility and piety of worshipping the gods.

"Mother, who is she talking to?"

"Could it be... Yes..."

Giorno had such a question in his mind.

At this time, another cry of a baby sounded in my memory—it was Giorno's own voice.

The images echoing in my mind are becoming more and more real.

Giorno suddenly found himself a little baby with short hands and legs, lying limply in his mother's arms, crying and crying.

Sight, smell, hearing... The memories of all the senses became clear at this time.

He saw that he was still a baby and his mother, in a dimly lit and mysterious room.

He could smell that there was a strong smell in the dimly lit room, and the slightly irony smell seemed to be... Human blood.

Finally, he heard a deep male voice.

The voice is deep, powerful and magnetic, and at the same time extremely oppressive, it also carries an indescribable "charm":

"Has my child been born?"

"Good."

Light footsteps sounded, and the memory began to blur.

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

Because of the dim light, Giorno could barely make out his deep pupils that faintly shimmered with a dark red light.

That's what I look like...

The man just looked at himself, and Giorno, who was still a baby, trembled and stopped crying like a chick that had met a predator.

This kind of look is not the eyes that a father should have at all, nor is it the eyes that humans can have.

It wasn't the father looking at the son, but the devil looking at his dependents.

This look was imprinted in the depths of his brain through time and space, making Giorno, who recalled this memory at this time, tremble uncontrollably:

Somehow...

Knowing that the man was his father...

But Giorno still felt that he might be killed by this man in the next second... No, it's to eat.

"Ahh

Giorno let out a soft grunt with a headache.

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

Giorno was back in the present, and it was still the coward Willy who had turned pale and his legs were weak.

"Whew..."

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

"Willie Coward."

"Now, there's no more meat to protect you!"

"No... Don't..."

Willie held his head and exclaimed:

"Help me... My friend, come and save me!! ”

He wanted to summon the invincible piece of flesh to protect himself, but the massive body of the piece of flesh was gone by the time Giorno touched him.

In the midst of this unprecedented despair, Golden Experience stepped forward and swung a fist shadow at him:

"Mu Da Mu Da—"

Bang!

The punch came to an abrupt end.

The fist of the golden experience, which was enough to hammer the steel plate of the car, was blocked without doing anything.

Blocking the golden experience is a blonde man who appeared by Willie's side at some point, and...

A muscular, burly humanoid double that also radiates a golden glow, but is far more powerful than the golden experience.

"Huh?"

Giorno's expression froze on his face.

And in response to him, there was a fist shadow, and a familiar and 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 some order to the piece of meat not to let him get close, and Li Qing took two steps to Willy's side slightly, and the piece of meat would give priority to him and be mad.

Therefore, in order not to interfere with the operation, he had to flee alone to avoid the edge for the time being.

And the task of touching Willy was also given to Giorno to complete.

Anyway, Giorno is a reliable comrade-in-arms who seals the genuine piece of meat with him, and if it were him, he would never be afraid of that piece of meat.

Sure enough, Giorno didn't disappoint him.

Even though they are separated by a lot of distance, Li Qing can still perceive:

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

The room-sized piece of meat disappeared in an instant, and then it changed into something that sounded like ... It's personal.

I don't know what the character is who can scare Giorno, but anyway, it's definitely easier to deal with than that damn piece of meat.

Maybe, what he turned up was some parent and school bully who beat him when he was a child.

In this way, the battle is equivalent to the end of it.

Thinking so in his heart, Li Qing couldn't help but relax his vigilance.

He even directly relieved himself of the data, and then climbed back to the ground in three steps and two steps, observing the situation with his more familiar vision:

"Giorno!"

"It's over, isn't it? That kid..."

The light-hearted inquiry came to an abrupt end.

Because Li Qing, who climbed back to the ground, looked at it and saw such a scene:

Apaki had used a double to withstand the bite of the piece of flesh, but now he was bleeding from all over his body, and he looked miserable.

Fogg and Naranga stepped back with ugly faces as they shielded Apaki.

Bugarati froze in shock, while Giorno...

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

"What's going on?"

Li Qing was nervous for a while, and immediately followed everyone's line of sight to look over there:

I saw Willy still standing there in good shape.

And in front of Willy, in the dark shadows of that alley...

It was no longer the bloated and terrifying lump of flesh that stood, but a handsome young blonde man.

The man was naked, and he showed off his toned muscles and his slightly sickly white skin without hesitation.

Aside from the slightly bizarre stitched scar on his neck, his facial features are as three-dimensional as those of a beautiful man in ancient Greek sculptures, and his pupils are as bright as naturally carved rubies.

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

"Who is he?"

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

"Why does it look a bit like Fogg?"

"Ahem..."

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

"That's my dad."