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🕑 Added 2025-09-21 18:00:08 +0000 UTCChapter 244: The Premiere of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure! (Part 6)
The opening of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure was blisteringly fast-paced, racing through the turbulent changes in Jonathan’s life ever since Dio entered the Joestar household.
At this stage, Dio utterly outshone Jonathan in every way imaginable.
Crushed beneath humiliation at home, Jonathan sought relief in the small-town boxing ring—hoping to vent his frustrations with his fists. Yet fate was cruel: Dio appeared there as well, not only to watch but to stand against him in the ring.
With no choice, Jonathan fought. But no matter how he struck, Dio’s technique was flawless. His blows never landed.
In the end, Jonathan was defeated in direct combat. Worse, Dio’s cunning slander left him isolated, shunned by his peers in town.
The audience watching the film seethed in unison. The sheer malice of Dio’s bullying was intolerable. Viewers cursed aloud, their blood boiling, wishing for nothing more than to see Dio beaten to a pulp in the very next scene.
But in the story, Jonathan, dejected and alone, happened upon a familiar face—Erina, the girl he had once saved.
A gloomy boy weighed down by sorrow… a gentle girl harboring secret affection. Their hearts drew close with effortless grace, their bond deepening almost naturally. Jonathan’s troubles began to fade, softened by Erina’s quiet warmth.
Yet such happiness could never escape Dio’s notice.
One evening, as he saw Jonathan and Erina parting ways on the roadside, a cruel idea gleamed in Dio’s eyes. With two lackeys at his back, he intercepted the girl.
“Oi. You’re Erina, right? Looks like you and JoJo are pretty close.”
Startled, Erina faltered under the sudden encirclement. Dio sneered, stepping closer.
“So that explains it. I wondered why that fool seemed so cheerful lately. It’s you, isn’t it?”
Before she could flee, Dio seized her hand. With brute force, he pulled her in and pressed his lips against hers.
Behind him, the two lackeys gasped in awe.
“He really did it! That’s Dio for you! So easily achieving what we could never— how could anyone not admire him?!”
Releasing her, Dio smirked triumphantly.
“Tell me, have you kissed JoJo yet? No? Then your first kiss doesn’t belong to him— it belongs to me, Dio!”
Erina collapsed to the ground, silent. She said nothing, head bowed.
But then—the lackeys gawked, raising their voices in shock.
“Look at her! What is she doing? Washing her mouth with mud water?! Has she lost her mind? There’s a river right there!”
Dio’s sneer twisted into fury.
“You wench! You’d rather soil yourself with mud than accept me? You dare flaunt your defiance?!”
His hand lashed out. Crack! The slap echoed as Erina’s head snapped to the side.
Yet her eyes… still burned, unwavering, unbroken.
“Damn it—! I, Dio— defied by a mere woman—!”
Shaking with rage, Dio turned on his heel and stormed away.
. . .
The theater exploded.
If Dio’s bullying and lies before had already made blood boil, then this scene—the forced kiss, the slap across an innocent girl’s face—was like pouring oil on a raging fire. The fury of the crowd was palpable.
“This Dio guy is rotten to the core! The vilest of the vile!”
“Forget the rest, I just want to know—when does this bastard die?!”
“Just how could he do that?! It makes my blood boil!”
“……”
The audience’s fury was palpable—across the East, the West, and even the South, every pair of eyes was glued to the screen, lungs practically bursting with rage.
At that same moment, inside the Southern Frontier Garrison, soldiers watching the scene were equally incensed, smoke practically steaming from their nostrils. In their anger, they had completely forgotten that this was only a film—every man there looked ready to leap into the screen and beat Dio within an inch of his life.
“Too vile! That bastard is too vile! If I ever met him, I’d break every bone in his body!”
“I swear I’m gonna explode—this Dio isn’t even human!!”
“To think he’d insult sweet Erina like that—! How can such filth exist?!”
“……”
From a distance, Sergeant Jocen watched his men grow rowdy and flushed with righteous fury. A wry smile tugged at his lips.
Captain Brando’s absence truly was foresight. If he were here, these hot-headed soldiers might’ve forgotten all about fiction versus reality and gone on a “rebellious uprising” of their own—storming the screen in a mutinous brawl.
And in that case… even if Captain Brando were a Sword Soul, he’d stand no chance against such a mob beating.
Meanwhile, within the Southern Territory Grand Duke’s estate—
The moment Dio’s vile act appeared on-screen, Daphne shot to her feet with a cry.
“How could elder brother do such a thing?! It’s unforgivable!”
Her lady-in-waiting, standing beside her, could only sigh and remind gently:
“My lady, this is merely acting. It isn’t truly young master Brando’s doing. You must grant him at least that much trust.”
“Ah—uhm…” Daphne’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment at the reminder. She gave an awkward laugh, scratching her cheek.
Not far away, Constantine himself coughed discreetly into his fist. If Daphne hadn’t blurted out her outrage first, he very well might have shouted "villainous bastard!” at the screen before remembering himself.
As for a certain vampire—she simply smiled throughout. Her gaze never wavered from the film, her concentration burning even fiercer than when she’d watched The Garden of Sinners.
Elsewhere, at Durin Tavern, the studio staff themselves were nearly frothing with anger.
“This Dio… when does he die?!”
“Yeah, come on, tell us already! He has to get what’s coming to him!”
None of them had expected the hatred toward Dio to surge so intensely. Edward could only sigh helplessly, giving a vague reply.
“Just… keep watching. You’ll find out soon enough.”
“……”
Though unsatisfied, the others bit back their protests, eyes snapping back to the glowing screen. All that mattered now was seeing what happened next.
. . .
On-screen, the story pressed on.
Because of Dio’s vile cruelty, Erina’s heart was scarred with pain and shame. She could no longer bring herself to approach Jonathan.
Yet Jonathan, seeing the girl’s wounded demeanor, could not ignore it. His suspicions quickly sharpened into certainty.
The culprit behind it all… was none other than Dio!
“Dio!!!”
Jonathan’s roar shook the air. Rage burning in his chest, he sprinted toward the Joestar mansion with all the strength his legs could muster!
