My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

That day, Nalanjia grew up.

"Sorry to bother you!"

Narancia, seeing the head moving around Polnareff's thigh area but mistaking it for another location due to lighting issues, immediately fled the scene.

"Perverted tastes".

Seeing Giorno, who hadn't stopped even after noticing their arrival, Abbacchio, assuming they were seeking thrills, gave a speechless snort.

After a moment of silence, feeling somewhat embarrassed as well, he turned and left the ward.

Jotaro Kujo looked at Polnareff with a complicated expression. How could his familiar friend have become a homosexual in just a few years?

"Yale yaale".

Jotaro Kujo adjusted his hat, turned and left the scene, closing the door behind him.

Giorno, who was repairing Polnareff's leg, was filled with confusion. Why had they all left, and why were they inexplicably scolding him?

However, they didn't pay too much attention to it. The treatment has now reached a critical stage. Some of the twisted bones have been corrected or removed. What follows is the miracle of limb regeneration.

Giorno's Gold Experience ability can bring objects to life, transforming them into a life-like state.

Using the method Giorno later learned in the original storyline provided by Xia Qing, he has now learned how to create activated organs.

Having mastered this ability, Giorno now has the potential to become the world's number one organ trafficker.

Lying on the bed in the room, Polnareff, who had been given anesthesia but still felt a lot of pain, couldn't help but scream again. While screaming, Polnareff suddenly felt a little confused.

Did I just hear... Jotaro's voice?

However, he had no time to think about it now. The regeneration of a severed limb came at a price, and the excruciating pain from the intertwining of nerves prevented Polnareff from thinking about anything else for the time being.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and Giorno, having finished his treatment, looked at Polnareff and said, "Try on your new leg. If it doesn't fit, I'll get you another one."

A passing nurse overheard the conversation in the ward and couldn't help but shudder. Knowing that she couldn't afford to offend anyone in the VIP ward, the nurse didn't foolishly try to find out anything she shouldn't know.

"Uh, I'll give it a try first."

Remembering the excruciating pain he had just experienced, Polnareff decided to try out his new legs. To his surprise, his legs could actually be saved.

Chapter Twenty-Six: My daughter, on the day you were born...

I dared not say anything, dared not ask anything.

The nurse, suspecting she might have learned something about the human organ trade, quickly slipped away, while Polunarev was trying to walk by holding onto the wall.

Because he hadn't walked for so long and had been in a wheelchair, it took Polunarev a while to regain his sense of movement.

As Polunarev left the ward and headed towards the lobby, he suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting in an empty ward.

"Jotaro?"

Upon seeing the familiar figure, Polnareff greeted him excitedly. It seemed that Jotaro had already received the message he had sent back then.

Looking at Polnareff's strange gait, Jotaro Kujo looked at Polnareff with a complicated expression, as if he had thought of something, but he quickly shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"So fast?"

Polnareff's voice also caught the attention of Abbacchio, who was looking out the window with his back to the door. However, the unusual behavior of everyone present did not make Polnareff think there was anything wrong.

When the two warriors who once read the Star Expeditionary Force and wrote about fighting DIO in Egypt met, Xia Qing, who had finally finished breakfast after several twists and turns, left her residence.

The damp morning air made Xia Qing feel a little cold. After taking a taxi, Xia Qing headed to her destination: the current location of Diablo's daughter.

Diablo's daughter, Xia Qing, is somewhat at a loss as to how to handle the situation.

Xia Qing didn't care much about the idea that he would take care of Xia Qing's wife and daughter after Xia Qing's death, since it was just food for two people anyway.

According to Diablo's logic, if this happened, it would probably be because the Crimson King punched him through the chest. However, Xia Qing is not the kind of violent and ruthless person.

"That child... might be suited to study design."

Recalling Trish's appearance in the original novel, Xia Qing had this thought while in the taxi.

After checking the address again on her phone, Xia Qing opened the map again. In this era when mobile maps were not so advanced, Xia Qing felt a little nostalgic for the convenience of technology.

After spending some time finally finding the location where Mista and the others had settled Diablo's daughter, Xia Qing rang the doorbell.

Not long after the doorbell was rang, a pink-haired woman opened the door and was clearly taken aback when she saw Diavolo, who was wearing a dress of her own design.

“Nice to meet you, Trish. I am your…father.”

Xia Qing decided to acknowledge the daughter first, since she was a member of the main cast and might be able to share some of the protagonist's halo, which was uncertain whether it existed or not.

"Father"

Trish's expression was somewhat conflicted, but before she could say anything, Xia Qing immediately said, "Could you please come in and have a seat?"

Damn, it's a bit cold today. Xia Qing felt her body shivering.

Although she was freezing, Xia Qing couldn't lose her composure, so to outsiders she showed no signs of being cold as usual.

"Okay... let's come in first and talk about it later."

Trish, with a hint of anger and conflicted feelings, began to lead the way.

Stepping into the temporary residence where Trish was being held, Xia Qing slowly strolled down the corridor, which was filled with photos that were somewhat unfamiliar to her, but whose identities were very familiar to her.

Looking at the photo of his wife lying in the hospital room, Xia Qing, who had no intention of taking on the emotional debt of this body, remained silent for a moment, trying to ease the atmosphere, and then said, "My daughter..."

"Ok?"

Trish turned to look at Xia Qing with some confusion, but Xia Qing ignored her and continued, "The day you were born, the entire Italian fashion design world was whispering this name, Trish."

Wait a minute, what the heck is the fashion design world? I have absolutely no experience with fashion design.

Hearing her nominal father's words, Trish gave an awkward but polite smile.

Ignoring Trish's embarrassment, Xia Qing, whose attempt to ease the awkwardness only made the situation more awkward, continued in a heavy tone:

"I proudly watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of beauty."

You must remember that we have always dominated the fashion industry with our design and styling skills, and I believe you will use your powerful styling abilities carefully.

However, true union is the crystallization of one's own will. One day, my life will come to an end, and you... will be crowned king!

???

Listening to Xia Qing's words, Trish felt completely confused. Father, what are you talking about? What is design and matching? Aren't you a gangster?

Trish, realizing she seemed to have misunderstood her father's profession, looked confused, while Xia Qing thought to herself:

"Has he repeated those words himself? Is Trish about to pull another 'father dies, son laughs' stunt again?"

Looking at Trish Xia in the distance, she pondered whether she should give her a signal axe in advance if she didn't intend to leave or use this identity.

Trish was unaware that Xia Qing was already contemplating the scenario of her killing her father and seizing power. After taking a deep breath, Trish said in a daze, "Father... it seems I've misunderstood you a bit."

"What misunderstanding?"

Xia Qing's tone was somewhat puzzled, and Trish asked as they walked, "You...aren't you a gangster?"

Trish's tone was helpless; he clearly couldn't figure out what Xia Qing was thinking.

"Oh, actually, my main job is as a designer, and I'm also a gangster on the side."

Xia Qing answered calmly, and upon hearing the word "designer," Trish recalled Xia Qing's appearance.

Turning to look at Xia Qing closely, Trish said in an incredulous tone, "You're Diablo!?"

...?

Xia Qing didn't understand why Trish was so agitated, while Trish was mainly lamenting the unpredictability of life.

I never imagined that my favorite designer was a gangster, and I never imagined that the designer was actually my father.

Xia Qing looked at Trish and realized something: Trish didn't seem to know her own name. So, did she find out through fashion design?

Looking at Trish, Xia Qing composed herself and said calmly, "That's right, I am Diablo. Would you like to study fashion design?"

Xia Qing felt that the system he had created to drag others down was becoming more and more perfect, and three different ways of using it were extended from the power of matching.

The first type is a fashion designer who creates clothing that enhances the power of styling; the second type is a stylist who achieves better results by adjusting clothing; and the third type is a user who specializes in using the power of styling in combat.

They have some knowledge of all three types, while Bucciarati and Risotto belong to the third type, which uses various methods to enhance the effects of their combinations in order to gain greater combat power.

Xia Qing glanced at Trish and thought for a moment before deciding to find out how she had been doing all these years.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: My Kawaii Tobio~

Family ties are a useful bond.

Although Trish was not Diablo himself, she was unaware that this connection made it easier for her to cultivate loyalty to him than for anyone else.

After leaving Trish, Xia Qing visited Trish's critically ill mother. Trish's mother was still in a coma and was having a headache about how to deal with the situation. Xia Qing breathed a sigh of relief at that moment.

After instructing her subordinates to maintain Trish's mother's life, Xia Qing began to wait for news from the narcotics unit.

However, Xia Qing did not expect that this wait would last for a month, long after the main storyline of Golden Wind had ended.

In the current world, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Diablo is no longer in a state of infinite death, and he has received the reward for his wish.

The world of JOJO will come to you at any time through the Diavolo character card, but even so, Xia Qing is not in a hurry to fulfill the next wish.

There is still a major problem in this world that has not been solved, and that is the reincarnators.

Since he borrowed the insect arrow from Polnareff under the guise of medical payment, the group of reincarnators has never appeared again. Italy appears calm on the surface, but in reality, turmoil is brewing beneath the surface.

The recent surge in the number of Italian fashion designs is naturally due to the fact that he distributed a scaled-down version of the five-year design and three-year styling process to the organization cadres who were outwardly very loyal to him.

Absolute loyalty is rare in organizations. Only those members who are absolutely loyal to themselves can obtain the complete five-year design and three-year matching package.

The recent enthusiasm seems to be that the officers are all seriously studying costume design, while the assassination squad and Bucciarati's team are seriously studying dance techniques.

emmmmmmm

Xia Qing felt that if things continued like this, the adjective used to describe the "enthusiastic boss" might have to change.

The original adjective was incredibly powerful, but the new adjective is somewhat subtle.

The king of the mafia, shrouded in shadow over all of Italy, the source of the Stand, the unshakeable king of evil.

The King of Design, whose shadow looms over the entire Italian fashion design world, the object of loyalty for all top designers, the uncrowned king reigning supreme in the design world.