Rock stood silently at the doorway, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s as he scrutinized the intruder in the living room.
Star Platinum stood guard behind him, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
But regardless…
*He can see Stands, plus those iconic three golden donut buns…*
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant.
Finally, one name rose to the surface of his thoughts—Giorno Giovanna!
Seeing Rock’s guarded yet thoughtful stance, Giorno twitched his lips and elegantly popped the last piece of steak into his mouth.
“Grandpa, you’re still as dull as ever.” He twirled his fork.
“Is seeing your grandson really not worth a bigger reaction?
And I specifically chose this point in time, picking a period when you were still young…”
Before Giorno could finish his sentence—
“Thief!”
“That was MY steak!!”
Poking their heads out from behind Rock alongside Clark, Dio’s golden hair practically stood on end when he saw the scene in the living room.
That was Australian M9 Wagyu ribeye he’d saved up for two months to buy!
And this damned blonde thief was lounging in his living room, casually devouring it?!
“The The World!”
Summoning his golden Stand without hesitation, Dio threw a furious fist straight at Giorno’s punchable, smiling face.
Though he didn’t quite understand what was happening, Clark, who had his suspicions about Dio’s strange abilities, instinctively moved to intervene: “Uncle Rock, Dio—”
But to his surprise, Rock remained planted where he stood, making no move whatsoever to stop it.
A subtle curve even touched the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting with knowing comprehension.
Because…
“Weak!”
A flash of brilliant golden light erupted as a golden humanoid Stand materialized behind Giorno, effortlessly catching the fist of The The World.
The two golden Stands faced off in the living room, invisible sparks seemingly crackling through the air.
“Muda!”
With a casual backhand shove, the figure knocked Dio’s The The World back several paces.
Stumbling backward, Dio’s red eyes were wide with shock—not only did this stranger have a Stand, but its color was identical to his own?!
Could it be?!
“Wh-what is this?” Dio looked at Rock in disbelief.
“Dad, what is…?”
Rock finally moved.
He leisurely took off his cowboy hat, hung it near the door, and spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice: “Enough.
Giorno, explain yourself.”
*Did I ever tell him my name?*
The blonde youth looked bewildered for a second before quickly chuckling it off.
His name had been given to him by his grandfather, so it must have been decided long ago.
His movements were as elegant as if he were attending a high-society gala, showing no trace of embarrassment despite having just been attacked by a Stand.
“Giorno Giovanna Kent, sixteen.
Employed by the Anti-Injustice Society Republican Party, currently serving as vice-captain of Team ‘X-Passione’.” Giorno lightly stroked the ladybug brooch on his chest, casting a glance toward the silent golden figure beside him.
“And this is my Stand—Gold Experience.”
Injustice Society?
Rock’s expression twitched.
Was it *the* Injustice he was thinking of?
“Gold Experience can endow inanimate matter with life.” Apparently unbothered by Rock’s reaction, Giorno casually picked up the remote control from the coffee table and let Gold Experience touch it lightly…
The remote instantly transformed into a blue ladybug.
Dio’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly, while Clark gasped in amazement.
“Cool!” “That’s incredible!”
Clearly, to Clark, a magic trick was far more fascinating.
After all, he couldn’t see Stands.
“Gaudy party tricks.” Dio crossed his arms, though his eyes couldn’t help following the ladybug crawling on the floor.
“Clark, wipe that look off your face.
Compared to mine, this is nothing.”
Giorno smiled noncommittally.
“Every Stand has its unique qualities.
For instance…” He looked at Rock.
“…Grandpa’s Star Platinum is better suited for—”
*How is this kid so good at talking nonsense?*
“Alright, Giorno,” Rock interrupted helplessly.
“Explain your identity first.”
“Hahaha.”
“Simply put…” Giorno snapped his fingers, and a bouquet of flowers bloomed into existence in his hand, which he handed to Dio.
“I am your future son, Dad.”
“Oh, so you’re the future…”
“?!”
Clark’s mouth fell open wide enough to fit an egg.
“F-Future?”
The disdain on Dio’s face instantly shattered into sheer shock.
“Wait…
you’re my son?!”
He had thought this was some long-lost brother he’d never met!
Smiling blithely, Giorno spun around with elegant grace, summoning another bouquet of vivid red roses into his hands.
He winked at Clark, his voice carrying a hint of playful malice: “To my Emperor Uncle, Giorno presents these flowers.”
Clark dumbly accepted the bouquet, his blue eyes widening further.
Although time travel was still a bit hard to wrap his head around, seeing that Uncle Rock didn’t deny it made him realize this was almost certainly real.
As expected of Rock Farm…
It always manages to make my life colorful.
Here we are with time travel—oh, and an Emperor.
An eerie silence descended on the living room.
Until…
“So…” Dio’s voice trembled slightly, “you…
the thief who ate my steak…
are my son?!”
“Indeed, Dad,” Giorno offered an elegant bow.
“Strictly speaking, your future son.
By the way…
the steak was delicious.
Thank you for the meal.”
“Wryyyyyyy—!” Dio’s roar echoed through the farm once again.
“Who said you could call me Dad?!
And that was MY steak!”
“So…
you’re Dio’s future son?” Clark finally snapped out of his shock, carefully interjecting, “But why did you call me Emperor?”
Giorno’s smile turned meaningful.
“Because in the future, Uncle Clark is…”
“Giorno,” Rock interrupted, rubbing his temples.
“Time travel is no child’s game.
Why did you suddenly appear here?
What’s your real purpose?”
The living room abruptly fell quiet.
Giorno’s expression turned serious as he lightly adjusted his tie: “Actually, I came to warn you.
We only discovered it by chance.
The The World wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Someone altered the past, causing that future,” Giorno’s voice dropped low.
“There is an entity trying to change the The World through us.
Using our Kent family to achieve some unknown goal!”
A flicker of worry glinted in his golden eyes: “I don’t know if changing the past like this will work, but at least it’s better than doing nothing.
If possible, I don’t want the story of our The World to play out a second time.”
Rock’s eyes sharpened instantly.
“Go on.”
*BOOM—!*
Thunder rumbled, and the last ray of sunset outside was swallowed by dark clouds.
Perhaps it was a gathering storm.