"It was indeed not easy," Fuika smiled.
"Because of a Stand."
Johnson's pupils slightly dilated. This woman even had a Stand?!
"After I got this Arrow, I decided to directly accept its trial," Fuika said, her slender, beautiful hand tracing the wooden shaft of the Arrow. "Because if I were to undergo the trial in front of you and then fail, that would truly be too embarrassing."
"And then I acquired a Stand."
Johnson looked at her expressionlessly. Indeed, as a diviner who had lived for so long and was physically weak, whose dream was to unravel the words of the gods, there was truly no need for her to become a Stand User.
Moreover, according to survivor bias, the success rate for Stand Users is not as high as everyone imagines, but this woman still did it and ultimately obtained a Stand.
"My Stand's name is — Closer."
Johnson Joffrey crossed his legs, looking at Fuika with interest, resting his hand on his face, covering half of it to conceal his emotions.
"The Stand Closer can connect me to anyone I want to contact. Its essence is the conscious connection between two completely different people."
"Connect to anyone?"
"As long as I know his appearance and name."
"This is probably the manifestation of my spiritual materialization. As you know, I travel through this world and want to connect with many people, so I have this Stand."
Johnson Joffrey frowned slightly, because he knew that Fuika couldn't possibly know Diavolo's appearance.
"But besides that, my ability can also affect inanimate objects, such as the internet," Fuika said indifferently.
Johnson Joffrey couldn't help but curve his lips. This was a good ability for him, allowing him to establish a conscious connection between two people, and also connect inanimate objects.
Such an ability was indeed interesting. If that was the case, Fuika must have connected to the internet, because it was a conscious connection. Through her Stand Ability, her consciousness could operate the internet to publish the content of her Heaven's Whisper, and then Diavolo came knocking on her door himself.
"I'm very curious, where did you get all that money from?"
Fuika hesitated slightly, then looked a bit dazed and said, "It was only thirty billion lira."
"..."
"...Cough cough!! Cough cough!!"
"Are you alright, Sir?"
"I'm fine. This wine tastes off. You should know I wouldn't drink wine like this," Johnson said, putting down his glass and regaining his composure.
Fuika thought to herself, "Sir Joffrey truly doesn't care about me. My role isn't significant enough. Is what I'm saying still unable to attract his attention?"
"Only? So Diavolo, you have that much money? I've never seen so much money in my life. It's also normal for Diavolo to have that much money, given that Polpo, as an executive, has assets of ten billion lira."
"How much was it again?" Johnson asked casually, seemingly not caring. After all, he was the second-in-command of the Passion organization. A mere thirty billion... he couldn't refuse it!
"Only thirty billion," Fuika said. "When I got this information, I wanted to ask Diavolo for something, but I didn't know what to ask for. My mind was barren, so I just asked for money. I don't know if I did the right thing."
"Hmm, indeed, there's nothing else worth asking Diavolo for. You've done very well."
"Your ability..." Johnson said, then paused slightly. Fuika couldn't help but sit up straighter, awaiting Johnson's decision—