Chapter 95 Giorno's Father
What are you most afraid of?
When he was a child, because he had an extremely irresponsible mother, Giorno curled up in his bed and shivered every night.
At that time, he was afraid of the dark, the cold, and loneliness.
When he grew up a little, he followed his mother who had married far away and crossed the ocean to Italy where he had no relatives.
At that time, he was afraid of being isolated and bullied.
But, if you think about it carefully, Giorno was afraid of these illusory things.
If one really wants to pin the answer to a specific person or thing, he simply can't give the answer.
After that, Giorno grew rapidly in the fear of "nothingness", like a piece of natural jade, which showed its flawless essence after a little polishing.
From then on, nothing could scare him anymore.
Even the darkness, the loneliness, the endless difficulties and obstacles.
"So…"
"What on earth am I afraid of?"
Giorno couldn't come up with an answer.
But what he knew was that he would not be afraid of that piece of meat no matter what.
Even in the lava well, faced with real flesh and deadly lava, he did not feel the slightest fear.
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 had never remembered seeing anything more terrifying than a piece 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, so long that he could not remember it at all, suddenly surged out from his subconscious like a tide:
"Dio..."
"Master Dio..."
An extremely familiar voice whispered softly over Giorno's in his mind.
The voice belonged to his mother, but she was younger, gentler, more submissive, and even...had a hint of humility and piety as if she were worshipping a god.
"Mother, who is she talking to?"
"Could it be... is it..."
Giorno had this question in his mind.
At this moment, the sound of a baby crying rang out in his memory again - it was Giorno's own voice.
The images echoing in my mind became more and more real.
Giorno suddenly found himself turned into a baby with short arms and legs, lying weakly in his mother's arms, crying.
Vision, smell, hearing...the memories of all senses become clear at this moment.
He saw himself as a baby with his mother in a dimly lit room with a mysterious atmosphere.
He smelled a strong odor in the dim room. The slightly iron-smelling smell seemed to be... human blood.
Finally, he heard a deep male voice.
The voice was deep, powerful and full of magnetism. While it was extremely oppressive, it also carried an indescribable "charm":
"Has my baby been born yet?"
"very good."
As the sound of light footsteps was heard, the memory began to become blurred.
And at the last moment, the owner of this voice finally appeared in Giorno's sight.
Because of the dim light, Giorno could only barely see his deep pupils that were faintly flashing a dark red light.
Just one glance...
The man just glanced at him, and Giorno, who was still a baby, trembled and stopped crying like a baby bird encountering its natural enemy.
This kind of look is not the look a father should have, 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 own followers.
This look traveled through time and space and was imprinted deep in Giorno's brain, causing him to shiver uncontrollably when he recalled this memory:
Somehow…
I already knew that man was my father...
But Giorno still felt that he might be killed by this man in the next second... no, eaten.
"ah!"
Giorno groaned softly because of the headache.
Past memories are fleeting, and the brain instantly regains clarity.
Giorno returned to the present, and the one who appeared in front of him was the coward Willy, whose face had turned pale and his legs were weak.
"call…"
He took a long breath, and the golden experience appeared:
"Willie Coward."
"Now, there is no more flesh to protect you!"
“No…don’t…”
Willy held his head and exclaimed:
"Save me...my friend, come and save me!!"
He wanted to summon the invincible lump of flesh to protect himself, however, the huge body of the lump of flesh disappeared as soon as Giorno touched him.
In this unprecedented despair, Golden Experience leaped forward and threw a huge fist at him:
"Mu Da Mu Da——"
Bang!
The punch stopped abruptly.
Golden Experience's fist, which was powerful enough to crack the steel plate of a car, was blocked without any effect.
What blocked the golden experience was a blond man who appeared beside Willy at some point, and...
A muscular and burly humanoid stand that also exudes golden light, but its aura is far more powerful than that of 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 strange roar:
"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"
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Underground.
Li Qing hurriedly ran back from the sewer.
Just now, Willy might have given the piece of meat an order not to let him get close, so whenever Li Qing took two steps towards Willy, the piece of meat would go berserk and rush towards him.
So, in order not to interfere with the operation, he had to escape alone to avoid the spotlight temporarily.
The task of touching Willy was also given to Giorno.
Anyway, Giorno is a reliable comrade who sealed the authentic piece of meat with him. If it were him, he would definitely not be afraid of that piece of meat.
Sure enough, Giorno did not disappoint him.
Even though they were quite far apart, Li Qing could still sense:
After the fake piece of meat where Giorno and others were hiding climbed to the ground, Willy's stand changed instantly.
The piece of meat that was as big as a room disappeared in an instant, and the thing that appeared later seemed to be... a person.
Although I don't know what kind of person is the one who can scare Giorno, no matter what, he must be easier to deal with than that damn piece of meat.
Who knows, the person that appeared might be a parent or school bully who beat him when he was a child.
In this way, the battle is equivalent to being over.
Li Qing thought so in his heart and couldn't help but relax his vigilance.
He even directly de-digitized it without any worries, then quickly climbed back to the ground and observed the situation with his more familiar vision:
"Giorno!"
"Is the fight over? That kid..."
The relaxed questioning came to an abrupt end.
Because when Li Qing climbed back to the ground, he looked around and saw this scene:
Abbazi had previously used a substitute to withstand the bites of the meat, but now blood was oozing out of his entire body, and he looked extremely miserable.
Fugo and Narancia protected Apache and retreated with grim expressions.
Bucciarati stood frozen in shock, while Giorno...
Giorno was completely embedded in the car, as if he had just been hit and flew out.
"what happens?"
Li Qing became nervous and immediately looked over there following everyone's gaze:
Willy was still standing there.
And in front of Willy, in the dark shadows of the alley...
What was standing there was no longer the bloated and terrifying lump of meat, but a handsome young blond man.
The man was naked from the waist up, showing off his muscular body and skin that was so pale it looked sickly.
Putting aside the slightly strange suture scar on his neck, his facial features were as three-dimensional as those of the handsome men in ancient Greek sculptures, and his pupils were as bright as naturally carved rubies.
The bright golden hair fluttered gently in the breeze, the dark red lips were slightly grinning silently, and two cold white bat fangs quietly appeared at the corners of the mouth.
"who is he?"
Li Qing was attracted by the appearance of the mysterious man:
"Why does he look a bit like Fugo?"
“Ahem…”
Giorno slowly stood up from the smashed car, his tone complicated and helpless:
“That’s my dad.”
