Steve Chapter 246

"You…"

Upon hearing the other party's remarks, Dio was immediately furious.

This damn guy not only spoke sarcastically during the surgery, but also caused him so much pain and humiliation. Now he even dared to mention his scumbag of a father. How could he not be angry?

Dio clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking. His nails even pierced his palms.

Despite being visibly furious, surprisingly, Dio chose to endure rather than explode or confront the other person.

The expression of anger flashed across his face and then everything returned to calm.

Yes, this was a skill Dio had learned over the years—whether facing thugs on the streets of the slums or dealing with his drunken, crazed father, as long as he pretended to be obedient, he could minimize all risks.

But only Dio knew how much he wanted to grind these scumbags into mincemeat.

He would love to annihilate their entire families, watch them kneel and beg before him, and then smash their heads with a hammer, seeing their eyeballs and brains burst out.

Just thinking about it made Dio feel extremely invigorated.

"Sir, I apologize for the inconvenience."

Dio slightly bowed his head towards Fang Mo, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. "Thank you for treating me, I'll take care of the rest now."

After that, he wrapped a white cloth around his waist and struggled to get off the operating table, silently gathering his severed limbs.

Dio first removed his trousers and shoes from the severed limbs and put them back on. He then picked up the lump of flesh from the ground, wrapping all the severed parts in white cloth. During all this, his face was ashen, but he continued to endure.

Finally, George Joestar, who was watching from a distance, couldn't take it anymore and ordered his men to assist Dio, taking the white cloth from his hands and burying it somewhere.

Soon, the commotion came to an end.

George first instructed a servant to lock up the dog to prevent further injuries, then led Dio into the mansion.

"Dio, the incident just now was my fault."

Feeling somewhat guilty, George Joestar looked apologetically at Dio. "I'll find a way to deal with the dog, anyway..."

"Eh?"

Upon hearing this, Jonathan was stunned. "Father, Danny didn't mean to..."

"Silence! JoJo!"

Before Jonathan could finish, George sharply interrupted him. "You are also responsible for injuring our guest... We are gentlemen and must set an example. If a mistake is made, we must take responsibility!

After speaking, George looked at Dio again.

"Welcome to my home, Dio. Starting from today, we are family."

Upon saying this, George turned around to address the butlers and servants behind him, "Everyone, this is Dio Brando, the son of the man who saved my life. Treat him the same way you treat Jojo."

"Yes, Mr. Joestar."

Everyone nodded in agreement without question.

"Dio, you don't need to be formal," George Joestar said to Dio. "Consider this your own home, and don't be reserved. I'll treat you like family. Jojo's mother has passed away, and you two are of the same age. Get along well."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Joestar."

Dio also slightly bowed, but when he raised his head again, his face displayed a worried and scared demeanor. "Um, Mr. Joestar, I might be impolite saying this, but I'm really scared. I'm afraid that dog will attack me again..."

"Don't worry, Dio, it won't hurt you again."

George didn't think much of it, assuming Dio was just frightened by the bite. "I'll have someone take that dog far away from here. You don't need to worry, Dio. No one will hurt you in this house."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Joestar!"

Upon hearing this, Dio quickly bowed again.

But just as he bowed, hiding his face from others, all the fake gratitude, respect, and excitement disappeared from Dio's face, replaced by a sly, triumphant expression.

Dio: The plan is a go!

"Alright, Dio, there's no need to be formal."

George was not suspicious and even thought Dio was very polite. Smiling, he waved his hand, "By the way, let me introduce you to someone. This is Mr. Steve. You've probably already noticed when he helped earlier; Mr. Steve is a mysterious magician."

"So you're Mr. Steve?"

Dio acted quite well on his part. Although he was filled with anger inside, his face still perfectly showed an expression of surprise. He then gratefully said, "Thank you for stepping in to save me, Mr. Steve."

"A divine doctor takes action, only stopping when the patient is cured!" Fang Mo waved his hand and said.

"Huh?"

Dio was stunned by these words. Normally, shouldn't this guy either accept his thanks or ignore him? What did he mean by saying something like this out of the blue?

"Haha, don't mind it, Dio. Mr. Steve likes to joke around with people," George said with a smile. "He's actually a very kind person. Your father and Mr. Steve saved me back in the day. Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive today."

"Hm? Is it him?"

Upon hearing this, Dio's eyes suddenly changed. He had heard about this from his father, something about receiving a large piece of gold.

Honestly, that much money would have been enough for their family to live on for most of their lives. But his damned father developed a gambling habit, lost all their assets, and even his mother died young due to overwork.

Thinking about this, Dio clenched his fists even tighter.

He couldn't even clearly distinguish whether he was hating his own father, the person in front of him, or some intangible fate. In any case, he was very unhappy, very angry.

"Your father never mentioned me to you?"

Fang Mo looked at Dio, who was just a child after all. No matter how cunning, he wouldn't outwit him. Just from his expression, Fang Mo could roughly guess what he was thinking. "It's strange, I clearly told him back then, if a family member gets sick, you can come to me. But when your mother passed away... he didn't seem to have sought me out."

Upon hearing this, Dio's fists clenched even tighter.

Meanwhile, Jonathan, who was not far away, was also feeling very complicated.

Honestly, he was still a bit bothered by Dio's previous actions. It was Dio who kicked Danny first, but Jonathan knew that Danny had gone too far this time. It made sense for his father to want to send Danny away, but thinking about this still made Jonathan uneasy.

But considering that they would be living together in the future, Jonathan sighed helplessly. He blamed himself for being so petty and thought he should quickly become friends with Dio.

Maybe things would be much better that way?

At this moment, George's voice rang out again, diverting Jonathan's attention.

"By the way, Dio."

George said, "Mr. Steve is currently planning to take on apprentices. I want Jojo to learn magic from him. Are you interested in this? If you are also interested in magic, you can learn magic with Jojo from Mr. Steve."

"I... am very interested."

Dio hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist his curiosity, considering the mysterious abilities of the other party: "Thank you, Mr. Joestar, and Mr. Steve... No, Teacher Steve, please guide me in the future."

"Come with me, Dio."

Joestar smiled, he quite liked Dio, who seemed clever and sensible: "I'll take you to your room."

"Ah, then you guys talk first."

Fang Mo, seeing this, also directly prepared to leave: "I still have alchemy potions simmering at home, I need to go back and keep an eye on them. Jojo, Dio, remember to come to my house tomorrow morning."

"We know, Master."

Jonathan quickly nodded his head.

"I also know, Mas...ter." Dio followed suit, learning the phrase and even bowing to Fang Mo's departing figure.

Fang Mo didn't look back, he just left directly.

As for the other servants, they all went off to busy themselves with their own tasks.

Seeing that everyone had left, Dio finally breathed a sigh of relief and began walking upstairs. Jonathan intended to follow, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dio's suitcase and thought, "Since we're going to be friends, I might as well help him carry it."

So Jonathan reached out to grab the suitcase.

But the very next second, another hand suddenly snapped onto his wrist. Whatever technique was used, Jonathan felt his joints painfully locked and couldn't help but yell out.

"Don't touch my bag."

Now that everyone had left, Dio finally revealed his true nature, glaring menacingly at Jonathan: "You fool, remember this, never touch my things with your dirty hands!"

"I just wanted to help you with your luggage..."

Jonathan tried to explain, but Dio suddenly lost his temper.

As if wanting to vent the anger and resentment built up inside him, Dio gripped Jonathan's wrist tightly and delivered a fierce elbow strike to Jonathan's chest. Jonathan felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision darkened, and he subconsciously sat down on the ground.

And that wasn't the end of it.

Dio grabbed Jonathan by the collar with one hand, looking down at him and said, "Listen to me, Jonathan! What that damn dog did to me... I will never let you off easily! Don't think that just because I've moved into your house, you can act high and mighty in front of me. I won't let you show off!"

"I just want to get along with you," Jonathan responded, clutching his chest.

"Wasn't it you who kicked Danny first?"

"Because I, Dio, hate dogs!" Dio said menacingly. "Not because I'm afraid of them... but when I see dogs trying to please people, wagging their tails and begging, I feel disgusted!"

"You..."

Jonathan looked at Dio's terrifying expression and was about to speak. He suddenly remembered the words Fang Mo taught him, about mentioning his mother to comfort him and try to befriend him.

"Your mother must have passed away; your father must be very sad too, right?"

As soon as he thought of this, Jonathan blurted it out.

"What!?"

Dio paused, then suddenly flew into a rage, even losing his rationality. His handsome face twisted into a horrible expression: "You... you wretched thing, how dare you... how dare you mention my mother!?"

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Fang Mo had already teleported back to his own villa.

The room was quiet, filled with a faint fragrance. Because of the late night activities, Ah Xue was still resting in the bedroom.

Fang Mo quietly opened the door and peeked in. The sunlight shone from the window onto Ah Xue's exposed shoulders and arms, making her already fair skin glow with a pale golden luster, almost giving her a sacred look.

Without waking her, Fang Mo quietly closed the door again.

Pouring himself another cup of ginger tea, Fang Mo then stepped outside the villa.

The Ender Dragon is currently lying on the grass, sound asleep. Perhaps this creature has reached the age of rapid development. Now, all it does is sleep or eat, its body growing larger by the day.

Fang Mo sat down, leaning against the Ender Dragon.

He sipped on ginger tea while pondering what would come next.

The entire plotline of JOJO is incredibly long, spanning even more than a hundred years.

As of the moment Fang Mo has traveled to, Dio and JoJo have only just met, and both are adults by the time the first part of the Phantom Blood storyline begins.

In other words, Fang Mo feels that the current timeline is a bit early.

Although it may seem like a long time has passed, what has occurred up until now wouldn't even make up half an episode in the anime.

However, this time Fang Mo doesn't plan on going back, as he has some new ideas.

Dio Brando, as the most iconic villain in JOJO, is deeply ingrained in people's minds. According to the setup, he is naturally evil, with villainous blood flowing through his veins and a pitch-black will in his heart.

But Fang Mo is also quite curious.

Dio is only twelve years old now; can his moral perspective truly not be changed?

At the moment, Dio has not yet donned the Stone Mask nor started treating humans like insignificant objects. So, Fang Mo is somewhat interested in trying to see if he can change Dio's inner self.

However, before that, he needs to first transform the environment around him.

After all, he plans to reside here for an extended period and also intends to teach JoJo and Dio magic. It's essential to note that magic doesn't exist in this world. Although Fang Mo is fearless, he dislikes being watched by a crowd of Muggles all the time. Therefore, the nearby terrain definitely needs to be altered to prevent ordinary people from entering.

And so, Fang Mo pressed one hand onto the ground.

The Twilight Thorns and Ring of Arcana activated, causing the entire mountain range to tremble in an instant.

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