Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

Let Joestar's Bizarre Adventure Author: Saki Sho

Introduction:

You tell me, it's one thing to inexplicably transmigrate into Jeanne Alter.

Because of me, Fujimaru Ritsuka fell into a coma, and then she stabbed me, which is fine.

I accept that my spirit origin has been destroyed, right?

But deleting my entire record in the Throne of Heroes is going too far. (Even though it was something I got for free, so it wasn't really real.)

Destroying the body and covering up the evidence is one thing, but you've gone so far as to utterly destroy someone's soul, you bastards!!!

However, let's set aside for now the matter of how to return to Chaldea to seek revenge.

The important thing is, why am I called Jeanne Joestar now?

Prologue: The Heroic Spirit Killed by His Master (Revised)

where am I?

The girl had this question.

I opened my eyes and watched the snowflakes dancing in the air.

Her body, like a sluggish machine, only began to feel the cold several seconds after she saw the heavy snow.

Feeling the cold, she tried to change her posture from a sitting position. After sitting up, she looked down at her outstretched arms.

'This isn't my hand.'

The girl looked at her hands and came to this conclusion.

But whether it was her own hand or not is not important. What matters to the girl is the memories that flood her mind.

The girl was a little confused because of the memories that suddenly flooded her mind, but after several seconds, when she regained her senses, she sorted through her memories and came to a conclusion.

'So, I was killed. I was killed by my own Master.'

But the past is no longer important. What I need to think about now is how to survive in this icy wasteland.

'Yes, I can still feel the cold, so I must still be alive.'

'I'll settle this score with Chaldea eventually, but right now I need to figure out how to survive.'

Thinking this, the girl stood up and looked around.

Finally, she saw a sliver of black amidst the pure white.

'That place, I think, should be where I can survive.'

Staring at that faint patch of black, the girl took a step forward, heading towards the goal she had just discovered that could help her survive.

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My new book is full of creative ideas, so don't expect me to update it every day...

EMMMMM, I've come back to revise the text. From now on, wherever there's a revision, there will be a "revise" sign to indicate modifications.

The Story of the Sirens and Miss Jeanne: Chapter One - A Research Facility Filled with Hostility (Revised)

Miss Jeanne may have thought that way, but in this situation, deciding on her destination based on a slight difference in color was ultimately too reckless.

Jeanne soon experienced the consequences of this rash decision.

The first issue is the feeling of coldness in the body and stiffness in the limbs.

These two problems mean that without a heat source, Miss Jeanne will be unable to move in a few hours. Furthermore, these two problems reveal a deeper issue: Miss Jeanne's current physical condition is probably only slightly above that of an average person. (All attributes approaching D)

Although Miss Jeanne had little magic left, she was still clear about how to choose when faced with the threat of death.

Just as expected, using the little magic he had left, he released the flames that he had originally intended to use for attack.

Just as expected, with the help of the flames, the problems that had arisen earlier had been somewhat alleviated. However, after looking at the sky where snowflakes were still falling and the endless expanse of white, Miss Jeanne began to wonder if her decision had been correct. But after her body had warmed up completely, Miss Jeanne realized that if she did not move towards the only unusual spot in the entire white expanse, the inevitable result would be death.

Moreover, although it was only a little bit of black, considering the visibility in the heavy snow and the time she had taken to travel, Miss Jeanne felt that she was not too far from that black spot.

Having made this judgment, Jeanne extinguished the flames released by her magic and continued moving towards that tiny patch of black. Although Jeanne had no idea what that blackness would bring her, in the entire snow, apart from that tiny patch of black, Jeanne could find no other place to use as her guide. And the only result of not finding a guide was death.

But Jeanne didn't want that; Jeanne wanted to live, something she had confirmed in her heart countless times.

It was precisely because of her strong desire to live that Miss Jeanne embarked on this path.

And this road, just like before, is almost at its end.

The tiny black dot gradually expanded in Miss Jeanne's field of vision until she finally saw the entirety of it.

"What great luck!" Miss Jeanne exclaimed, looking at the dark black building.

Finding even a small path through such icy wilderness is incredibly lucky, and Miss Jeanne herself later agreed that it truly was unbelievably fortunate. (Luck E on the panel: What did you say?)

As she approached the building, Miss Jeanne looked at the door and noticed something interesting: the door was open. However, no matter how interesting the implications of this phenomenon were, Miss Jeanne didn't need to think about it too much.

After all, as mentioned before, finding even a small way out in such icy and snowy conditions was already extremely lucky. Having encountered such luck, Miss Jeana no longer had the energy or time to doubt what the open door represented.

When they reached the door, it was indeed ajar. With a little effort, Miss Na opened it.

The inside of the door was empty; there wasn't a single person inside.

Seeing this incongruous scene, Jeanne realized that her position as a Heroic Spirit was obtained for nothing and sensed that something was wrong, just like the ominous premonition she had before being killed.

However, Miss Jeanne now has no way out. After all, going outside means certain death, while staying here, although dangerous, still offers a chance to survive.

After weighing the pros and cons of leaving from here, Miss Jeanne decided to explore the building.

Miss Jeanne recalled what she had seen outside. The first thing she could confirm was that the building was tower-shaped, which is unusual for buildings.

And this familiar shape, coupled with the slightly familiar things Miss Jeanne saw at the door, all contribute to this.

Miss Jeanne was now certain that this was definitely not a place where she could stay for two or three days.

However, even if something happens here, it's much better than dying outside. Because of this thought, Miss Na didn't choose to leave, but instead went directly to inspect the building.

However, the fact that there was no one there after the check was completely unexpected for Miss Jeanne.

This situation amplified the slight unease that Ms. Jeanne was feeling.

But soon, Miss Jeanne found a way to alleviate her anxiety.

A screen emitting a faint glow—Miss Na understood perfectly what this thing represented, or rather, what it represented in this context. After all, such a special building couldn't possibly be without surveillance.

The surveillance footage showed many girls locked in cages, with the cage numbers displayed in the upper right corner.

Looking at the girls in those cages, a very clear idea popped into Miss Jeanne's mind: those girls might be experimental animals.

After Miss Jeanne found the most suitable scene in her mind and put it into her mind, she got this result.

Upon seeing these laboratory animals, Miss Jeanne faced another dilemma: whether or not she should go down and rescue them.

If Miss Jeanne saves them, she might find out where she is, and the 'experimental animals' will also have some understanding of what happened here.

However, if the people at this experimental facility were to find out about this, Miss Jeanne would likely have a lot of trouble to deal with.

Whether it's being discovered or leading these girls away from here, these things are very troublesome for Jeanne. After all, Jeanne is no longer a Heroic Spirit, nor does she have the attributes of a Heroic Spirit anymore. Moreover, she doesn't know if her Noble Phantasm can still be used, which is why Jeanne is having a headache.

The information that can be obtained from these girls is probably almost zero. In that case, Miss Jeanne might as well place her hopes on the fact that the main computer here has a way to get her out of here.

However, once Miss Jeanne thought of giving up, a strange idea arose in her mind, an idea that she absolutely had to save them, and that idea could not be quelled even after listing the pros and cons.

'Perhaps, this is the difference between me and Joan of Arc Alter.'

This is the difference between Jeanne and Joan of Arc Alter. No matter how much the world hurts Jeanne, she is still able to treat the world with gentleness in the end.

Joan of Arc Alter, on the other hand, would choose revenge.

This is the difference between the two people, and this is the biggest difference between them.

Before long, Miss Jeanne laughed, as if laughing at how ridiculous her previous considerations of the pros and cons had been. After laughing, Miss Jeanne headed toward the place where the experimental animals were kept.

Miss Na knew from the building's exterior that the place was very large before she even entered, so she had a certain estimate of how long it would take to get there.

However, as Miss Na continued to delve deeper into the architecture, she noticed something.

That is, there might be something like radiation here, and that thing is damaging Miss Jeanne's body.

Although Miss Jeanne's hands were pale, her fingertips were slightly different in color from the rest of her hands. She noticed this slight difference when she stopped to rest.

The difference is noticeable when compared to skin that hasn't yet developed problems.

Starting from the fingertips, the skin tone turned slightly grayish-white.

This grayish-white color is probably not a good thing, Miss Jeanne confirmed the meaning behind it by looking at her grayish-white fingertips.

Now, seeing the grayness at her fingertips, Miss Jeanne faced a second choice: whether to go down and rescue the girls or to evacuate.

However, compared to the time spent on the previous decision, Miss Jeanne spent almost no time on this issue.

Miss Jeanne is the kind of person who will do what she decides once she makes a decision, so she understands all the more that if she hesitates and makes a choice here, the problems she faces will only become more serious.

Similarly, dwelling on this issue would only lower the success rate of rescuing the girls, so Miss Jeanne had no time to agonize over it for too long.

Moreover, after considering these two issues, Miss Jeanne even reduced her rest time.

After all, for Ms. Jeanne right now, time is the most important thing.

In the end, Miss Jeanne only had both hands turn gray, which was a far cry from the expected result of both arms turning gray...

It's much better now.

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I must be brain-dead to have such a wild idea; I must be insane.