Fuika, dressed in a long robe that trailed on the expensive carpet, slowly said, "Please give me five minutes to tell you about myself."
The small reception room, with its somewhat miraculous decor, was filled with Fuika's soft voice as she told her story. Her voice was low and hoarse, yet at this moment, it possessed a blend of nobility and poignant beauty, much like a fine wine that had been left to age in solitude.
Fuika was born in a turbulent country, but this did not affect her life—
She wandered everywhere and was adopted by a fortune teller who said her starlit eyes, glowing under the moonlight, were very suitable for serving God.
There were several other children learning divination with her. Being a fortune teller was a profession with legal status, and there was even an association for fortune tellers. To become a true fortune teller, one had to be recognized by the association.
Of course, there was more than one association.
At the age of eighteen, she left the old fortune teller, departing her hometown as a 'qualified' person in the old fortune teller's words.
Among those who studied divination with her was Enya, with whom she had a very good relationship.
Fuika and Enya were two completely different people. Enya was very confident in her divination skills and wandered everywhere, and she was quite unclear about right and wrong.
Fuika disliked money and wasn't fond of adventure. She once divined for herself—a diviner can only divine for themselves once in a lifetime—that her life would surely encounter an enlightened person, a Child of God.
When Fuika was nearing thirty, she heard that Enya had been enlightened by God and had given birth to a son who, like her, had two right hands.
She took one look and deemed her son to be an evil person, so she didn't particularly like him, but Enya doted on her son, and the two sisters broke off their relationship then and there.
Afterward, she went to the peak of the world, learned Ripple, and then wandered around looking for the Child of God.
"And then I met you," Fuika said with a smile.
Johnson Joffrey wasn't surprised by her story; instead, he showed a hint of impatience.
In comparison, he was more interested in the matter of the Diviners Association.
"You are the one who has come to guide me, the Child of God."
"Indeed," Johnson replied without humility.
"After I met you…"
After Fuika and Johnson Joffrey met, Fuika believed that Johnson was the true Child of God.
The Bible says, "Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to my Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, 'I am ascending to my Father and your Father.'"
You are the one who has come down to guide humanity toward a new world, the Child of God.
As Peter said, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."
After Fuika met Johnson, she left California and wandered around, searching for the Arrow and divine enlightenment. A few days later, news of the explosion at Johnson's house reached her. She returned to California and, after some searching within the local Witches' Association, obtained a notebook—
After several inquiries by Fuika, she finally learned the full story.
Fuika sat back in the wooden chair and said earnestly,
"It was an unhinged woman who kept claiming this was Heaven's Whisper. Many researchers of the occult tried to decipher it but failed, so it was just casually discarded."
"It was full of mysterious numbers, and she claimed that her son received them through divine enlightenment."
"She even found a group of Stand Users from who knows where to serve as an honor guard to welcome the return of God."
Fuika continued, "I don't know much, and I only learned about these things after you left California."
"By then, that unhinged woman was already dead."
When Johnson Joffrey heard her completely nonsensical words, his heart was shaken to an extent comparable to American-imported Cuban beef—
If that were the case, he could probably analyze it.
He slowly opened the second layer of the briefcase, which contained only three very ordinary pages—
Johnson was all too familiar with those pages; they were the original plot he had written to stir up trouble, specifically the part about Diavolo.
If that was the case, then everything made sense—
The person who took my notebook was my mother.
Damn that old hag.
Johnson cursed angrily in his heart, then casually picked up the red wine and took a small sip to conceal his shock.
About half a year ago, which was four months before he came to Italy, his soul, as a Transmigrator, arrived in this world, and then he was discovered by this crazy Japanese woman—
Perhaps due to the villain system, Johnson, an innocent middle school student, suddenly became the focus of everyone, especially his mother, who kept saying that Dio had returned, followed by constant surveillance and harassment.
If it was her, then it makes sense that she found my notes... Johnson briefly reconstructed the events. If the book Heaven's Whisper was circulating on the black market, Jotaro said it was half a month before he came to Italy. Combining the information Fuika provided—
That is, Dio's bread discovered that I was writing notes, mistakenly thinking that Dio had given me inspiration. She quietly unlocked the mechanism I had placed in the secret compartment, took out the notes from inside, and even publicized them everywhere—
The fact that she was not implanted with a flesh bud by Dio indicates one truth: Dio trusted her immensely, and her status with Dio was not low; otherwise, he wouldn't have had Johnson, his first child, with her.
She had the contact information for Dio's former subordinates, attracted a bunch of Stand Users, told them her story, and even established an organization to study my notes, most of its members being Dio's former subordinates—
It's all my fault for designing the method of hiding notes inside that Death Note and then thinking I could rest easy, not checking on those notes for several days.
Dio's former subordinates—
So many people, all gathered by her.
But Jotaro said she died, and the person who killed her was Don, the vampire Johnson killed. That Don both loved and feared Dio and was equally mentally unstable. After all, he was Dio's subordinate; they were all a group of villains. To control these villains, it would be impossible without Dio's strength and charisma.
I wonder, how did that Don discover that I was Dio's son?
So after my mother's death, the notes were divided among them, and what Jotaro got was the material I had written out plainly.
My notes are at least thirty pages long.
Damn it.
Such a thing actually happened!
If it were deciphered, that would truly be... fate... However, from Diavolo knowing that he would be immortal, it's possible that someone really did decipher it and told him.
"Has anyone deciphered this thing?" Johnson asked.
Fuika smiled, "Of course there has. I am the one who can decipher it. I even sold the content I deciphered to Diavolo and received a large sum of money."
Johnson hid his surprise, then looked at her again: "How did you decipher it? Was it a Stand?"
"Of course not. Dio has many subordinates, and all kinds of Stands have been tried; a Stand cannot decipher it."
"Then how did you decipher it?"
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