Collapse, but Stand users

Hot milk and aerobics are both essential.

After finishing his bedtime preparations, He Chengrui lay down on the bed.

Entering St. Freya meant coming into Otto's sights.

Since simulation is currently the only way to quickly improve, there's no need to hesitate.

Simulation, start!

Lying in bed, He Chengrui slowly closed his eyes.

[Character Template: Dio Brando]

[Note: Extremely wicked people can have a significant impact on your thinking; please try your best to maintain your integrity.]

[World under construction...]

[Honkai heard the echo of "Made in Heaven"]

[Parameter error, adaptive world difficulty in progress]

[Adaptive adjustment failed, simulation begins]

You were born. Looking at the familiar surroundings, you knew you had been born again in Twilight Street.

Your mother passed away due to health reasons after giving birth to you, and your name is the only thing she left you.

[Your father, a simple resident of Twilight Street, was proficient in everything from smoking and drinking to drug use and prostitution.]

After your mother died, your father abandoned you in a garbage dump.

[You are blessed with natural good fortune; a pair of strong hands picked you up and carried you to a sanatorium.]

The old priest found you again, and you successfully and peacefully passed through the most vulnerable age of your life.

[At age 4, for some unknown reason, your father learned that you were still alive and doing well in the nursing home, and he immediately went to the nursing home to demand your return.]

Despite his harassment, you voluntarily went back with him.

Of course, the main reason is that you saw the ring on his large hand that didn't match his status.

"You son of a bitch, you survived and didn't even come back to be filial to your old man!" Your father started cursing at you as soon as you got home, and then began punching you repeatedly.

You gritted your teeth and persevered, but fortunately, years of drug use and smoking had taken a toll on his body, and he soon ran out of strength.

"Damn it, I'm exhausted." The scumbag who calls himself your father sat on the sofa, panting, then grabbed a bowl and threw it at you.

"Go out and beg for me, or you'd better die!"

You remained silent the entire time, picked up the bowl, and left.

"I, DIO, will never become a scumbag like you." As you walked out of that dark, dilapidated room, you turned back and swore.

Every day after that, you were forced by that scumbag to go out begging and stealing, and he used all of your meager daily earnings to drink.

Fortunately, this didn't last long. Years of reckless behavior had worn down the scumbag's health, and with you adding your own little spice to his life every day, he finally fell seriously ill and didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.

"Hey, you fucking come here!"

Hearing the hoarse cries, you calmly walked towards him.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he had lost his strength, you no longer hid your disgust for him and replied impatiently.

"What kind of attitude is that? I'm your father! Cough cough... cough cough cough!"

The man in front of you is speaking excitedly, while you just look at him with a mocking expression.

He stopped dwelling on those things, took off the ring from his hand, and removed the paper from under his pillow.

"Damn this shitty place, I can't even find a place to pawn a ring," he muttered to himself, then shoved the ring and address into your hand.

"Years ago, I met a wealthy man who acted like he'd been saved. He gave me these things, saying I could contact him if I ever needed anything."

【"so?"】

"So what! Go find him and ask him for money to buy me some alcohol!"

He habitually swung his fist at you, but this time you didn't tolerate it; instead, you dodged the punch and threw one back.

"So, you've finally run out of strength to fight back?" You said calmly, looking at the man who had been hit but no longer had the strength to retaliate.

Revenge? You have no such thoughts. To even consider such scum is an insult to you.

A fire burned down the dilapidated house, and you headed towards the address on the paper.

But the address on the paper, Twilight Street, wasn't exactly nearby, so you returned to the sanatorium to seek the old priest's help.

You give the address and the ring to the old priest, and then wait for news.

The next day, an expensive car drove onto Dusk Street and drove all the way to the sanatorium before stopping.

After confirming your identity, you boarded a car that drove away from Twilight Street.

Before leaving, you went to your mother's grave to say goodbye.

"Rest assured, Mother, I, DIO, will stand tall above everyone else."

After making the vow to your mother, you got back into the car.

At age 5, your scumbag father died, and you went to the home of an unknown wealthy man.

......

"You're DIO? I'm Eden. Let's get along well from now on!"

Holding Eden's outstretched hand, DIO smiled and said, "Yes, let's get along well."

"But you don't own a dog?"

"Huh? No, DIO, do you like dogs?"

Ignoring Eden's question, DIO walked towards the villa.