Polnareff had joined the team, embarking on the journey to defeat Dio in order to find his sister's murderer.
At the pier, Zenith gazed out at the seagoing vessel prepared by the Speedwagon Foundation. According to the plan, their first stop would be departing from Hong Kong and arriving in Singapore.
"There's a Stand user on this ship."
He stated it bluntly. The main cast was fully assembled, and Zenith was ready to stir up some trouble. It was time for the plot to run wild.
*'Nani?'*
Zenith mentally filled in the rest of the group's inner thoughts. The Speedwagon Foundation was a scientific research organization that had forged a deep bond with the Joestar bloodline ever since the first JoJo, Jonathan Joestar. They were absolutely trustworthy.
But right now, the world was swarming with Stand users following Dio. If one of the crew members was randomly replaced, no one would notice in the short term.
Yes, the captain of this ship about to set sail had already been swapped out. The real captain was currently resting at the bottom of the sea.
"Good grief."
Jotaro pulled down the brim of his hat and stepped onto the ship. He already had a plan to test everyone one by one to root out the hidden Stand user.
The others exchanged glances on the pier. Joseph Joestar kept his brows tightly furrowed, his mechanical prosthetic arm twisting about as he repeatedly glanced at Zenith and quickly looked away.
It didn't take long before Jotaro's energetic "Ora!" echoed in their ears. The visceral impact of fists meeting flesh was overwhelming. The fake captain, whose Stand was Dark Blue Moon, never expected to be exposed before they even set sail.
His Stand needed to be in the water to unleash its full power, but he ended up crossing paths with Jotaro in the narrow confines of the cabin and was literally Ora'd to death.
The ship exploded. The fake captain had planted explosives ahead of time. However, Zenith had made other preparations; right now, there were ten identical yachts waiting at the pier.
"I had someone prepare ten identical ships. We'll pick one at random to board, which will maximize our chances of avoiding any enemies sneaking on."
It was the power of money. Zenith was just too rich. Even Joseph couldn't easily mobilize this level of financial power—after all, the Speedwagon Foundation's money wasn't his personal piggy bank.
Finally, Joseph asked the question. The old man's mind was truly sharp.
"This doesn't seem like mere deduction. It feels more like a prophecy, or rather, like you already knew exactly how everything was going to play out."
Avdol was a fortune-teller by trade, so he knew very well that divination didn't possess this kind of power. Even with the help of a Stand, predicting the future to this extent was impossible.
Of course, that was just his lack of experience talking. Stands that could predict the future did exist, they just weren't as absurdly broken as Zenith knowing the plot in advance. What Zenith had wasn't an ability; it was straight-up cheating.
"Perhaps 'observing timelines' would be a more accurate way to put it," Zenith mused, deciding to spin a little lie for them. Though, from a certain perspective, he wasn't exactly wrong.
"I can see the historical progression and the course of events in a specific timeline—a timeline where I don't exist."
Zenith explained as he led everyone onto one of the yachts. "However, this ability has a drawback. From the moment I intervened, the true future became impossible to determine. What I've seen can only serve as a reference now."
"What a terrifying Stand. If it weren't for The Hand, I would have almost thought you possessed some other power similar to Hamon."
*'Alright, no more talking. If you guys keep brainstorming, I'm going to be completely exposed.'*
The yacht sailed across the open sea. It had to be said, yachts from the 1980s were already quite comfortable—at least vastly superior to the jet planes of this era.
The voyage was peaceful, so peaceful that Zenith was actually starting to feel a bit bored.
More importantly, he was starting to get a little curious about the other mods he had unlocked.
He had already tested out the *Epic Fight* and *Steve's Bizarre Adventure* mods, but he had yet to try *Mutant Creatures*, *Timeless and Classics Guns*, or *Wondrous Baubles*.
It was already a proven fact that his arrows and weapons could affect Stands. This was likely because Minecraft's property mechanics took priority over Stand mechanics.
Did that mean the firearms and even the rocket launchers crafted from the *Timeless and Classics Guns* mod would also work against Stands?
*'No, I'm too curious. Sailing on the ocean is way too boring, and there aren't any good video games to play in this era. It's decided—I'm building a portal on the yacht to go back and check!'*
Zenith walked out onto the deck and switched his inventory to Gold Blocks. Polnareff, who was leaning against the railing and enjoying the ocean view, turned his head and let out a confused noise.
"Oh, perfect timing. Polpol, go grab Jotaro and the others. I'm going to show you guys something fun."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Polpol?!"
Polnareff walked off grumbling, while Zenith pondered a serious question: *'If I just place these Gold Blocks directly on the deck, will the ship sink?'*
Building a portal frame required placing exactly 14 blocks, which translated to a weight of roughly 270 tons. This far exceeded the yacht's safe load capacity. After all, the yacht Zenith had chosen was only about 20 meters long, with a safe load limit of no more than 10 tons.
*'Then again, Minecraft logic generally doesn't answer to Isaac Newton. These things aren't affected by gravity anyway!'*
Zenith gave up on thinking about it. Thus, by the time Jotaro and the others arrived on the deck, a golden gateway standing five meters tall and four meters wide had already been erected.
The swirling golden portal emitted glowing golden particles, and if one stood close enough, they could even hear faint, majestic chanting.
"Oh—my—god! Is this your Stand ability too?!"
"Close enough. You guys wait here for a second, let me see if this thing actually works."
*'Interesting. The portal on the ship actually connects to the one I built in front of my house at the very beginning. That makes things a lot easier.'*
In the Minecraft Overworld, building a Nether Portal resulted in a fixed destination based on coordinate mapping. If the Golden Portal followed the same rules, Zenith would have had to suffer through a painfully long run just to get back home.
"You guys can come on through! My house is on the other side."
Blocky houses, blocky trees, and a blocky sun.
The Stand users were flabbergasted. "Zenith, you're actually an alien!"
"You're the alien," Zenith said, waving them off. His matchbox-style house was built quite large, though in terms of comfort, it definitely couldn't compare to the yacht's cabins.
But it was spacious, and the air was fresh. Unlike the swaying ocean surface, it felt incredibly good to have his feet planted on solid ground.
"Just don't wander too far. Also, be careful around dark areas, monsters might spawn. I'm going to prepare some things first."
Many items from the *Wondrous Baubles* mod required new ores, which meant taking the time to go mining. That part would definitely have to wait until this trip through the JoJo world was over.
After picking and choosing, Zenith finally settled on the "Diamond Brooch," the "Flight Amulet," and the "Chocolate Lover's Brooch."
The Diamond Brooch granted the wearer the Resistance I magic buff, the Chocolate Lover's Brooch could randomly generate six different types of chocolate, and the Flight Amulet granted the ability to fly freely.
Unlike the Elytra, this was Creative Mode flight. The only downside was the high cost—it required a Nether Star to craft, and its durability only lasted for 45 minutes.
As for the *Timeless and Classics Guns* mod... *Heh heh.* Zenith declared that he could now use the Tommy Gun Overdrive too. No, wait—it was the M249 and RPG Overdrive!