Before the sheriff could even speak, the thief had already raised his pistol in a sneak attack.
However, Gyro, who was on full alert, was not someone to be dealt with by such cheap tricks; a Steel Ball struck the thief’s shoulder.
A spiraling, distorted wound appeared on the thief’s shoulder, and the Steel Ball bounced back into Gyro’s hand.
“You had better put down your gun and see a doctor; perhaps your arm can still be saved.”
The thief fired in anger, but unexpectedly, his arm distorted in a strange way, turning the muzzle toward himself, and then he successfully killed himself.
The onlookers, seeing that the duel was over, mostly dispersed.
Lucian praised Gyro: “Is this the power of the Spin?
It is truly amazing.”
Gyro couldn’t help but ask in return: “I didn’t expect you to see through the secret at a glance.
Have you seen anyone else use similar power before?”
Although there weren’t many people who used this power, there weren’t exactly few either, so it was possible that Lucian had encountered someone who used it.
“I have heard of this technique before; I heard that the Zeppeli Family has used this power for generations.”
Lucian could hardly explain that he had seen it in a manga, and besides, there would be another person using this power later.
“It seems you know me.”
Gyro grinned, showing his gold teeth, and couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious; this Oriental person before him might have a connection to the opposition in his kingdom.
Johnny, sitting in his wheelchair, came to their side and couldn’t help but reach out to touch the still-spinning Steel Ball.
When the power of the rotation was transmitted to his body, he miraculously stood up, though it only lasted for a very brief moment.
Johnny couldn’t help but let out an exclamation of surprise.
He was overjoyed to be able to stand up again, just like a drowning person finally grabbing a straw of hope, and since he had heard the conversation between the two earlier, he was very curious about this strange spin.
Johnny asked impatiently: “What is this spin?”
Gyro didn’t want to answer his question and said to Lucian: “Thank you for your help earlier.”
Although such thug-like people wouldn’t cause him any trouble, after finishing his thanks, he turned and left, preparing to head away.
Johnny looked at Lucian with anticipation again; this Oriental person obviously knew about this power, too, and perhaps he could give him an answer.
“The Spin is a very magical power; perhaps it could help you stand up.
However, I do not know this technique.
You must hurry and catch up with that gentleman who just left.”
Lucian responded to Johnny’s expectation.
“Thank you.”
After speaking, Johnny used all his strength to propel his wheelchair to catch up with the departing Gyro.
The meeting of the protagonists had not changed because of Lucian’s appearance; the two of them would likely set off together again to participate in the race.
After meeting the two protagonists, Lucian left the place alone.
Their goals were different from his, so there was no need to follow them now; it was enough to just have made their acquaintance, and if he could successfully obtain a Stand, he would surely meet them again later.
This was the inevitability of fate’s guidance; after all, Stand Users attract one another.
After finding someone to sell the watch he had brought with him, Lucian obtained enough travel money to go elsewhere, as a watch from a more distant future was still quite valuable.
Lucian’s behavior and demeanor made those thugs wary, and in this era, the identity of an Oriental person in this place was hard to pin down.
There was no need for them to invite such trouble, so all of Lucian’s actions went smoothly; next, it was time to go obtain power.
After consideration, Lucian felt that the Saint’s Corpse spine located near the Kansas City prairie was likely the part he had the best chance of obtaining, as most of the other parts had guards.
Or perhaps the saints ears and right hand located at Sugar Mountain could also be easily obtained; one only needed to trade the corpse to someone else before sunset, and he should have already triggered it before then.
However, Lucian had some doubts about this; he didn’t know if this brief possession could count as truly possessing it, and he was hesitant about whether it could trigger a Stand.
After a moment of brief reflection, Lucian ultimately decided to go to Kansas to look for the Saint’s Corpse spine, as this part was the easiest for him at the moment.
Boarding the train to Kansas, he was already far ahead of the others at this moment; the race hadn’t even started yet, and he was traveling to his destination by train.
Currently, except for the Saint’s Corpse heart which was in the hands of The President, the other parts should not have been found by anyone yet.
Lucian spent several days traveling to Kansas; the long journey on the train made him feel somewhat exhausted, as the trains of this era were not very comfortable.
The moment he stepped off the train, it felt like he had come back to life; during this journey, Lucian had already thought of a next step in case he didn’t succeed.
As far as he knew, the Saint’s Corpse spine was buried under ruins in the nearby prairie, and those ruins were called the Green Tombstone by the locals; since the target was clear, he could proceed.
After inquiring about the specific location from the locals, Lucian brought the appropriate tools and hurried toward the destination.
Just as he reached this prairie, a huge storm began to shroud the land; the gale hindered Lucian’s progress, and the rain fell onto the soil of the wilderness, with the mud also becoming a huge obstacle restricting his advance.
Every step forward required a huge amount of effort; moving forward in the storm was far more difficult than he had imagined.
However, the storm could not stop Lucian’s actions; those who dared to engage in extreme sports all had the resolve to challenge nature in their hearts.
And now, as long as he could overcome the power of nature, he could obtain that extraordinary power: a Stand!
Braving the storm, he continued to move forward; Lucian didn’t know how much time had passed, but the moment the storm appeared, the sky had become extremely dark.
Perhaps it was already approaching evening; the rain soaked Lucian’s clothes, and the storm continuously took away the heat from his body.
Every step forward required him to expend immense willpower, or rather, at this moment, it was his willpower that was dragging him forward.
Perhaps this was the test given to him by the Saint’s Corpse; no piece of the Saint’s Corpse could be obtained easily, and the information Lucian knew in advance allowed him to firmly advance toward his goal.
Finally, Lucian found the graveyard, and a great joy appeared in his heart; when he impatiently dug open this tomb, the spine part of the Saint’s Corpse appeared before his eyes.
The guidance of fate had already quietly changed at this moment.