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

"Ha! Hahahaha!"

Jon suddenly burst into laughter, a trick Joseph had taught him—a way to quickly control his emotions.

He still remembered what the old man had said at the time—

"Jon!"

Joseph put his arm around Jon's shoulder and said optimistically:

"When you're in trouble, a good laugh can give you some positive energy."

"So—if you're in trouble, laugh! That's what my former enemy taught me!"

At first he didn't believe it, but after trying it once, he found that it actually worked.

I wish we had more time, old man, but we just can't seem to stop.

"Phew—" The laughter stopped abruptly, and Jon's expression returned to calm. "A narrow escape, huh? That was thrilling."

"Hopefully there won't be a next time; one such life-threatening experience is enough!"

He walked toward the weathered stone pillar and grabbed the Aizhe Red Stone embedded in it.

With a strong pull, the weathered rock wall shattered with a crash, and many fragments of rock fell like raindrops.

Jon didn't even look at him, his gaze indifferent, and said softly:

"Star Platinum"

Platinum Star's massive body shielded him, and he roared at the falling rocks:

"Ora ora ora ora ora!"

The heavy punches were unleashed like a storm, easily shattering the rubble into dust.

"Hmph, as expected..." Jon dusted off his shoulders. "Your mental strength has increased again?"

"What's the reason? Your right hand?"

He squinted, staring at his right hand, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

As the inheritor of vampire blood, his control over his body far surpasses that of ordinary people.

With abundant life energy, he can easily control things like adrenaline secretion and accelerate muscle repair.

But now, he felt a subtle sense of unfamiliarity in this most familiar hand.

Although it was fleeting, he still managed to catch it.

"What... has turned into my right hand? This is bad, very bad."

Jon muttered to himself, then his pupils suddenly contracted—he had an idea!

"It's the remains of a saint! This is the remains of a saint!! Oh my god! It's become my right hand!"

You bastard! Do you know how important your right hand is to a teenage boy?! Damn it!

but.

"So that's how it is..." Jon stared at his right hand. "It was the remains of the saint that saved me."

It wasn't that his body recovered on its own, but rather that his remains kept him alive, even manipulating Star Platinum to give him a heart pacing.

So, does that mean he should thank this thing?

Just then, he felt a faint pulse in his right hand, as if in response to his guess.

"Hmm?" Jon frowned. "Still conscious? Is this normal? Is this right?"

Although it seemed absurd, the subtle sensation didn't feel like an illusion; the remains seemed to be trying to convey something.

"Alright," he raised his right hand and said seriously, "the remains of a saint, let's make a deal."

"Jump twice if you agree."

To be honest, he felt it was necessary to get this thing out of there.

Being rescued is one thing, but having an extra tenant inside my body feels really strange.

It's like putting on a new pair of underwear on New Year's Day, only to find that the underwear isn't yours—it's incredibly unpleasant.

I feel like my privacy has been violated.

As time passed, his right hand remained unresponsive, as if it were dead.

"Playing dead, huh? Fine, fine!"

Seeing that the guy was pretending to be dead, Jon became furious and threatened him:

"Listen, you're my right hand now—and I'm a teenage man, do you know what the right hand means to us?"

"That's called my right hand! But it's actually my girlfriend!"

He revealed a dangerous smile, his face full of ill intent, and said:

"If you don't want me to use you to beat up my XX, you'd better get out of here!"

bouncing.

Upon hearing this, the pulse in his right hand suddenly skipped two beats.

"Huh?" Jon's expression immediately froze. "No... you're really afraid of this?"

"Does this mean they're getting ready to leave?"

Boom, boom, the pulse in my right hand beat twice, then beat twice more.

"What do you mean?" He narrowed his eyes. "You agree halfway? Or are you playing me?"

"Wait, how did I start talking to my right hand? That's strange. My right hand shouldn't be conscious; it must have been my imagination."

"That's right, that's right."

Jon stopped bringing it up and kept muttering, "I must be crazy."

But in his heart, he thought viciously:

Wait till we get back to New York, and I'll see how I deal with you.

Boom, another two pulses, but the rhythm was noticeably different.

"That's enough." Jon rolled his eyes. "Do whatever you want, stay if you want."

Jon was at his wits' end with the body. What could he do if it wouldn't leave? He couldn't exactly chop off his own hand, could he?

Actually, the remains can't be entirely blamed. The saint's remains suffered because they had no mouth, meaning they had no way to express their suffering.

The remains of the saint are also aggrieved. They chose Jon Snow and saved his life, but this bond is for life.

Unless another host kills Jon, it will never be able to leave this body.

The two will always be in a state of mutual benefit and mutual loss.

That's what they say, but it didn't want to leave at all. Only a fool would want to leave.

A host like Jon Snow is practically an SSR-level super gold card, the kind that only comes along once in a millennium!

He's strong, has great potential, and has a very interesting personality—if you ignore his dangerous remarks, of course.

To be honest, the body was already prepared to receive the host's gratitude.

After all, Jon's golden spirit was simply too obvious.

Who would have thought that this kid would start with a terrifying threat like "I'll use you to beat up XX"?

Although it inherited the will of the sage, it only possesses a certain level of wisdom and instinctive reactions.

Even so, it was still scared; it was really scared.

This kid's personality is a mix of caution and impulsiveness; he's genuinely afraid that Jon will do something rash!

So when it heard this, it was so frightened that it quickly begged for mercy with its pulse, saying that this was really something it shouldn't do!

Who could stand that? It certainly couldn't stand even a little bit.

If a person's hand is conscious, it absolutely does not want to be used to hit someone.

If the saint's remains had a mouth at this moment, it would surely shout:

"I'm innocent, Your Honor!"

On the other hand, Jon Snow quickly adjusted his mindset.

He took out his phone, planning to seek help from the Master when he returned to New York.

Although the thought of having to coexist with this thing in the future gave him a headache, he inherited Joseph's optimism.

Despite his cautious nature, Jon Snow is a true optimist.

Before long, he'll come to terms with it.

"Since you can't leave," Jon said, looking at his right hand, "then I'll call you Little Right."

"Please take care of me from now on."

My pulse beat twice more.

Seeing this, Jon smiled slightly, pressing the power button while saying:

"Let me call Phil and the others to come pick me up."