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JoJo: The Best Villain’s Bizarre Requiem

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My name is Johnson Joffrey. I’m fourteen years old, an ordinary student living in the quiet Andali community. I wake up at seven, go to school at eight, study until five, and sleep at ten. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t chase girls or anime. I read classic novels, drink warm milk, and sleep soundly every night. People say I’m boring. They’re right. I’ve always wanted a peaceful, ordinary life. So why is Jotaro Kujo staring at me like I just committed a crime? Why did that man with golden hair call me “brother”? And why does that voice in my head keep whispering about a Stand called 「Requiem Genesis」? I swear, I’m just a normal high school student. Definitely not a Stand User. Definitely not DIO’s successor. And absolutely not the perfect villain destined to rewrite the world. A serious JoJo fanfiction about the most ordinary villain you’ll ever meet.
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