American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

(Thanks to all my godfathers for their strong support! I've successfully advanced to the second round. Again, there's a PK next Tuesday, so I hope you'll support me one last time! Just do it! This humble author once again thanks all my benefactors, a heartfelt thank you! Orz)

Jon stood up expressionlessly, clutching the cross in his fingers, and walked step by step toward the Witchheart.

"Oh?" Wu Xinmo forced a sneer, completely ignoring his instinctive fear from just now.

In his eyes, this vampire hybrid posed no threat whatsoever; he was merely a little frightening.

"You bastard, how dare you approach me? You've got guts."

He gracefully raised his chin, his pride as the son of Mephisto keeping him composed.

Unlike those lowly demons, he wouldn't easily get angry at ants, because that would be too beneath him.

"Just a little bit closer... just a little bit more..."

The Witchheart plotted to devour Jon's soul once he got any closer.

Just thinking about it made him look forward to it.

"Bastard." Jon's eyes turned cold.

His background remained a taboo subject for him, as being a descendant of Dior was the greatest shame of his life.

Back when he was still in his rebellious phase, just those words would have been enough to cripple that guy.

Clearly, the experience at the Free Sea had matured 17-year-old Jon Snow considerably.

But this doesn't mean his temper has improved; rather, this short-tempered guy has learned to control himself.

"Come!" The Demonic Heart opened its arms. "Pay homage to the great Demonic Heart!"

"at the same time!"

With a wave of his right hand, the light in the entire church began to gradually disappear.

"Your soul—" he licked his lips greedily, looking at Jon, "is now mine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of golden smoke drifted out from Jon's body.

Just as Wu Xinmo was filled with greed, his palm suddenly emitted blue smoke, and his entire arm began to spontaneously combust.

"What?!"

His pupils contracted sharply, and he decisively severed the burning arm, his distorted face filled with shock.

"This kind of soul... how is that possible! How could a bastard like you possess such a dazzling soul! It even spontaneously combusts just from touching me..."

"How is this possible!" Wu Xinmo exclaimed in disbelief.

This dazzling soul is his nemesis.

"There are many more unexpected things," Jon said, gently touching the brim of his hat. "Also—"

Platinum Star's demonic, robust figure quietly appeared behind him.

"My soul is none of your business, you devil!"

Jon throws the cross into the air, and Star Platinum catches it mid-air, instantly crushing it into a rough knuckle duster.

"I'll ask you one last time," Jon said, pointing directly at the Witchheart, "Are you prepared for the consequences?"

"The Demon Within!"

"Eurah!!"

The Star Platinum unleashed a deafening roar, the sound waves of which instantly extinguished all the surrounding candles.

Jon pointed ahead, and Star Platinum made the same gesture.

"Star Platinum-The World!"

Time was paused for one second.

The Demon Lord felt a blur before his eyes, and Jon Snow was already in front of him in an instant.

Even more terrifying, a purple fist carrying immense force was hurtling toward his face.

"What?!"

Wu Xinmo hastily raised his hand to block, but felt a piercing pain coming from half of his face.

That was... a burning pain like holy water.

"So that means!" The Demonic Witch's eyes widened, "that cross was blessed!"

boom!

In an instant, a figure in a black trench coat crashed through the church wall and slammed heavily onto the open ground outside.

"This...!" The priest was so shocked by what he saw that his jaw almost dropped.

In his mind, the Demon Heart of Witch was an invincible being; if he were to face it alone, he would surely die.

"Oh my God!" the priest exclaimed, staring at the large hole in the wall. "Won't I be punished?"

As he spoke, he pulled a cross from his pocket and then grinned.

"However... this wasn't a loss."

Outside the church, Jon bent down and stepped through the large hole, looking down at the witch heart demon crawling in the shadows.

Say it again.

He stepped forward, stepped on the other person's shin, leaned down, and whispered:

"Say that word that starts with H again."

Wu Xinmo's face was contorted; he had never been so disheveled in his life.

But at this moment, he dared not utter that insulting word again, not even a single letter.

Because Jon really would kill him.

"You know what?" Jon said to himself, "Life is a precious gift."

"Suicide is like a resounding slap in the face to God... So, as the devil, I'm giving you the option of ending your own life."

"No way!" the Witch Demon struggled hysterically. "Don't even think about me committing suicide, that's impossible!"

"I don't want to go back to hell!"

That's right. As the son of Mephisto, even if he dies in the mortal realm, he will only be banished back to Hell.

But if he went back to hell, it would be no different from sending him to his death, since his father was no kind man.

What awaits him then will likely be even more terrifying than death.

"Is that so?" Jon narrowed his eyes. "Then remember, the man who killed you was named Jon Yovik."

"Nisuchi!"

"Euro!!!"

Platinum Star's iron fist, accompanied by powerful ripples, crashed down.

Suddenly, a howling hurricane swept in, sending Jon flying.

"What the hell?!"

Jon staggered a few steps, barely managing to steady himself, and looked up.

The once dying Wu Xinmo was now being lifted into the sky by a gust of wind shaped like a human face.

"Once I obtain the San Venganza Contract, I will make you my slave!"

"Did you hear that, JOJO?!"

The roar of the Witchheart came from high above, but by the time it reached Jon, it was almost as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"what?"

Jon tilted his head, frowning as he looked at the dancing figure in the sky.

Because the distance was too far, all he could see was the mouth of the Demonic Heart opening and closing.

He couldn't hear anything at all, nor could he answer, because even if he did answer, the Demon Heart couldn't hear him.

But at times like these, not responding would make him seem too cowardly.

So, after a moment's thought, Jon Snow simply and decisively raised his middle finger.

"Look at this!"

This internationally recognized gesture has clearly worked.

Upon seeing this gesture, the demon in the sky, Wu Xin, flew into a rage and began to make even more exaggerated movements.

Looking at the other person's comical lip movements, a song inexplicably started playing in Jon's head.

"On my journey to realize my dreams, I left my hometown, carrying on my shoulders a bag full of fantasies about the future..."

suddenly!

"boom--!"

A series of deafening engine noises abruptly interrupted Jon's reverie.

A short while later.

A skeleton knight engulfed in hellfire came to a graceful stop in front of him.

He watched as Ghost Rider got off his motorcycle and walked towards him.

In addition, a pair of empty eye sockets stared intently at Jon, making Jon feel uneasy.

"Ghost Rider?!" Jon Snow's pupils constricted, and he immediately growled, "Star Platinum!"

The Star Platinum instantly appeared behind him, ready to activate its time-stop ability at any moment.

Just then, Ghost Rider opened his burning jaw, pointed his bony finger at Jon Snow, and said:

"You—" the flames swirled in his hollow eye sockets, "innocent."

After making his assessment, the knight nimbly mounted his motorcycle and sped off in the direction the Witchheart Demon had fled.

"Ah? Innocent."

"Phew—" Jon let out a long sigh of relief and put away his fighting stance. He thought he was going to have to fight a fierce battle, but it ended so easily.

So he calmly took out his phone, switched to selfie mode, and made a V-sign at himself and the Ghost Rider's silhouette in the distance.

A snap.

"good."

Looking at the photos he had just taken, Jon's lips curled into a slight smile.

He casually selected all his contacts and clicked "send to all."

Meanwhile, at the police station—

"Sorry, Sheriff Jord." Coulson smiled apologetically when he heard his phone beep. "I might need to check the message."

He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and casually opened the new message.

The next second—

"puff--!!"

The coffee sprayed out and splattered all over the desk.