1890, San Diego.
Lucian heard various noisy sounds in his ears.
He was certain that he had failed while challenging an extreme sport.
In that situation, there was absolutely no possibility of survival.
Struggling to open his eyes, he found himself lying on a beach, surrounded by many people dressed like cowboys.
It didn’t look like these people were just playing dress-up.
Lucian realized that he must have undergone Transmigration, and this seemed to be an era similar to the Wild West.
At this moment, Lucian realized that a door seemed to have appeared in his mind, dim and lusterless.
It appeared that it couldn’t be opened for now.
How to use it would require further exploration.
Lucian sat up and listened carefully to the surrounding people talking for a while.
For some reason, he could understand what they were saying.
Most of them were discussing how they would spend the 50 million dollars if they won.
Some were worried about the 1,200 dollar entry fee.
Others were boasting about their abilities.
Lucian had a rough idea of what kind of world he was in; after all, he had read quite a few manga before.
Without listening further to the passersby’s conversation, he walked straight to the registration point, preparing to confirm if this was indeed the world he knew.
“Oriental kid, are you here to sign up for the race too?
There have been a few people from the East participating in the competition before.” The registration staff member chatted incessantly after seeing another young man from the East.
He seemed very curious about people from East Asia.
“I’m still saving up; 1,200 dollars is just too expensive.
It would be great if the entry fee could be a little lower.” In reality, Lucian didn’t have a single cent.
“If you win, it’s 50 million dollars.
Mr.
Steel has spent a lot of money on this competition, so 1,200 isn’t expensive at all.
I heard the gentlemen in Congress also attach great importance to this event.
The Steel Ball Run will be a globally watched competition.”
The staff member’s words were meant to encourage him.
In fact, the entry fee had nothing to do with him; he just wanted to show off the things he knew.
After obtaining the exact information, Lucian decided not to participate in the Steel Ball Run, but instead prepare to go directly in search of the saints corpse.
He hoped to obtain a Stand this way.
The saints corpse was the true purpose behind this competition, so there was no need for Lucian to participate in the race; he could just head straight to the final destination.
The good news was that Lucian knew the approximate location of all the remains.
Just as he was about to leave, a man walked in with a Steel Ball hanging from his waist, wearing a cowboy hat, green lip paint, and a mouth full of gold teeth.
Lucian recognized this person at a glance: Gyro Zeppeli.
The characters in Jojo generally had very prominent appearances; one could only say that Stand Users all had quite unique tastes.
Following behind Gyro Zeppeli was a sneaky person.
He pretended to be curious and reached his hand toward Gyro Zeppeli’s waist.
Lucian stepped forward and grabbed his hand.
Several gold coins held in his hand were immediately tossed out.
The man shouted at Lucian with an angry face: “Why are you meddling in other people’s business!” He felt no shame for his actions at all; instead, he blamed the person who interrupted him.
Gyro Zeppeli, of course, had also noticed the man’s petty actions.
He turned around directly and touched the thief with his hand, causing the thief to sit straight down on the ground.
The thief shouted loudly: “What is wrong with you people!
What are you trying to do to me?
I was just curious about the thing hanging from his waist.”
Gyro Zeppeli did not pay any more attention to the thief’s shouting and instead extended a hand to Lucian, saying: “Gyro Zeppeli, the man prepared to take the championship.
Are you also planning to participate in the race?
Though the championship will definitely be mine.”
After shaking hands with him, Lucian replied: “My name is Lucian.
I don’t really have any thoughts about the championship.” Because he had no intention of participating in the race at all.
“A wise thought; the rewards for the top ten are also very rich.” Gyro Zeppeli thought Lucian was aiming for other rankings.
Gyro Zeppeli was deeply convinced that he could win the championship.
The arriving staff also subdued the thief.
The continuously shouting thief became even angrier after realizing no one was paying attention to him.
In his agitation, he pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Lucian; at this moment, he hated the person who ruined his good deed even more.
The moment he saw the pistol pointed at him, Lucian was startled; he didn’t have the composure that Gyro Zeppeli had.
A hoodlum whose mind was clouded by anger wouldn’t have any rationality.
The moment the thief drew his gun, Gyro Zeppeli reached for the Steel Ball at his waist.
He firmly believed that such a person had no guts to open fire here, but since the person being pointed at had helped him, Gyro Zeppeli still took action.
However, the thief was immediately tackled back to the ground by the sheriff.
“You two are going to participate in the race, right?
I’m going to participate too.
I will hinder you along the way.
My speed is much faster than yours.
As long as I’m here, neither of you should think about winning anything.
Are you two even listening!” The thief kept shouting.
Hearing this, Gyro Zeppeli said to the sheriff: “Let him go; I’ve decided not to press charges.” He had to ensure he won the championship; he had reasons he couldn’t lose.
Then, with a kick, he sent the dropped pistol sliding toward the thief and said: “Pick up your gun and duel me like a man.
If you are really prepared to cause me trouble, then show your courage.”
Duels were a legal way to resolve problems in this era; they were very common, and none of the parties involved had any objections to this solution.
The sheriff then released the thief; if they could resolve the problem themselves, it saved them the trouble.
The thief picked up his pistol from the ground; he had been backed into a corner by his own words.
In fact, the thief was already feeling timid; the aura Gyro Zeppeli displayed had greatly intimidated him.
However, the situation had reached this point, so the thief walked outside while spouting threats: “Then bring it on.
After you die, I will take your entry fee from your corpse.”
Both of them walked toward the open space at the entrance.
Lucian followed them out as well.
Only the registration staff member felt some regret that he couldn’t follow them out.
Having a duel to watch naturally attracted a large number of onlookers.
Cowboys were a bunch of troublemakers, especially since they were just waiting around idly for the start of the race.
Soon, the onlookers surrounded both sides of the duel.
It seemed no one was worried about whether someone with poor marksmanship might hit them while they watched the excitement.
Lucian, meanwhile, was searching among the crowd for the protagonist sitting in a wheelchair, Johnny Joestar.
The real protagonist always made their first appearance in the corners of the manga.