"Yare yare, you water blobs really do look like jellyfish. Come, let's learn a bit about marine biology."
Jotaro looked at these slime balls and suddenly smiled, but the veins on his body did not recede. This was a smile born of extreme anger and rage, and also a smile of awakened resolve.
"As a marine biologist, the relationship between dolphins and jellyfish, well... dolphins play with jellyfish by tossing them around like balls!
Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!"
Jotaro pushed Okuyasu and the other person aside, and Star Platinum instantly unleashed a flurry of punches. Its insane speed reached an unprecedented level, surpassing its own state at 17 years old.
It was incredibly fast, every punch was heavy and powerful, capable of easily shattering diamonds. For two seconds, he continuously delivered a furious beating, and after those two seconds were up...
Time did not resume flowing; instead, it remained frozen. Star Platinum had evolved with Jotaro's resolve, allowing him to punch for a full seven seconds!
After seven seconds, Jotaro turned, adjusted his hat, then held Josuke under one arm and Okuyasu (who was holding Koichi) under the other, and ran off with extreme swiftness.
Behind him, the seven slime balls were simultaneously sent flying. They had countless imprints of punches, but not even a single mark of damage; they simply flew out like bouncy balls hit by a child.
They then effortlessly pierced through countless buildings, flying off to who knows where, at least temporarily out of reach.
During the process, it seemed the slime balls, angered by the beating, began to twitch, seemingly transforming into small garments, bouncing in the air and expanding their surface area to cushion the impact they received.
However, their flawed targeting mechanism still caused them to prioritize entangling other targets, allowing Jotaro to temporarily escape. He casually borrowed a car from the roadside, slammed the accelerator, and headed straight for the Hospital.
He just didn't notice that a blob of snot-like slime was stuck to the car's tire... Of course, on a wet, damp street, it would be almost impossible to notice such a transparent blob of slime.
By then, the strangely shaped Manhattan Transfer floated out from a roadside general store. Sensing the fluctuations in the airflow, it provided John G. with a complete picture in his mind.
Although he couldn't see the car's license plate, he roughly understood the direction of their retreat. "Hey, White Snake, they went to the Hospital. That useless person you arranged couldn't stop them. Is that Toth's prophecy really reliable?"
John G. was very displeased that the Priest had made plans based on Toth's prophecy. After all, if that thing's prophecy was accurate, then Lord Dio wouldn't have met with trouble back then, and Jotaro would have died long ago.
The person on the other end ignored his complaints, only responding with a deep voice, giving no further answer, just telling him to retreat.
"Hmph, White Snake, I hope your plan works, otherwise you're dead."
John G. retracted Manhattan Transfer, then jumped into a Humvee and sped away. He was a soldier, not just any soldier; he had pledged allegiance to Dio since he was twelve or thirteen, viewing Dio as his master.
Over the years, he had also gained some power and had his own subordinates... On the other side, Jotaro, as he drove, felt increasingly uneasy. Although his wife and daughter in the back seat were currently normal, quietly sitting there, just looking a bit anxious, one sitting and one lying down.
'Right, what was I doing? What was I supposed to do with Jolyne and them?
Oh, I remember, Jolyne has a fever, I need to take her to the Hospital. Yes, I must speed up!'
Jolyne's high fever had now normalized, and his wife was caring for Jolyne with a worried expression, but he still needed to get to the Hospital as soon as possible to avoid any problems.
"Jojo, don't worry, it's okay, we're almost there, almost at the Hospital, be good.
Jotaro, hurry, hurry!"
"Hmm, I'm already going as fast as I can! Be quiet, don't chatter! This way... never mind, is Jolyne okay?"
Although Jotaro would get angry and annoyed whenever women bickered, seeing his wife holding their daughter with a worried face, he couldn't help but sigh, calming his inner agitation.
But looking at his daughter's flushed face, he knew, without his wife needing to respond, that the fever was definitely not low.
But as a scholar, what could he do... Wait, was he a scholar? What did he study?
Jotaro drove like the wind, his mind racing. A memory surged forth, 'Oh, I remember, I'm a marine biologist, working for the SPW Foundation.
I was supposed to go on a business trip to Japan, but due to my daughter's illness, I came back to take care of her.'
Thinking of this, his expression grew increasingly guilty. Looking at his daughter's reflection in the rearview mirror, he felt even more that he had let her down.
"Jolyne, don't be scared, Daddy's here. Didn't you want to go to the amusement park? Be good, once you're out of the Hospital, I'll take time off and take you to the amusement park, I'll play with you properly, come on, hold on!"
Watching his wife clench their daughter's small hand, Jotaro felt increasingly incomplete, yet he didn't know what was wrong, only feeling that he had forgotten something important, but couldn't recall it... In reality, on the other side, Jotaro's eyes rolled back as he drove the car wildly, crashing into things, completely disregarding pedestrians and other moving vehicles.
This car, like a mad bull, like a hawk striking a pigeon, accelerated furiously towards the Hospital.
Of the four people in the car, Jotaro was muttering to himself, saying who knows what, as if he was talking to something from another world.
Behind him, Okuyasu, who was taking care of Josuke and Koichi, was also in a very strange state.
He ignored the serious injury on his back and was wholeheartedly helping Koichi tidy his clothes, his expression concerned and agitated, occasionally patting Josuke beside him.
"Father, don't worry, I've found a way to cure you, right, Big Brother!
As long as we take Father there, Father will become normal, and our family can be reunited. Big Brother, why aren't you smiling about such a happy thing? Why are you crying? Why are you so down?"
He was like a puppet, remote-controlled and lost in fantasy, agitated yet pathetic, possessing immense power but only able to be manipulated.
And in the passenger seat of this car, a figure appeared at some point. The person had long silver hair, looked ancient and frail, seemingly not long for this world, and was leaning against the passenger seat.
He held a large opium pipe in his hand, occasionally taking a few puffs and exhaling pale, acrid smoke, yet the people in the car were completely unaware.
And a strange little figure, a mixture of flowers, liquor, and tobacco imagery, was perched on his shoulder, "Cough cough cough, although I'm very sorry, this old man still has to drag all of you into an illusion.
Making you constantly struggle in your guilty past until you completely lose consciousness, or until our plan is complete.
No choice, who told you to harm the great Lord Dio? Cough cough cough, damn Jotaro!"
But he didn't notice the slight smile that flickered across Jotaro's lips, a fleeting but real smile.
'They took the bait.'
...There's a book test in two days, does anyone have any book title recommendations?