As if activating a switch the quiet living room was filled with noise,
Giorno was being attacked by hundreds of questions, but he, with an
arrogant smile just watched; in silence, to the crowd crying out for
their answers.
In the place there was another person, one who, like all who tasted
of that cup, did not believe what happened. His eyes, which he had
lost as punishment for his disobedience, now returned, he attended
this meeting solely on the orders of his Daishou. However, he never
imagined that he would recover his most valuable treasure. He
looked up at the man presiding over the meeting, and as he did so
his new and renewed eyes almost left his basin again, due to
surprise: in front of him was Giorno de Santoro & Vega. That same
person for whom his eyes had been taken away and now he had
given them to him again was stunned and confused.
Only a potion, of legendary degree, could return organs lost in the
other world, considering that, in this world, they could not even
replicate at 1% the most insignificant potion, it was completely
unheard of.
However, beside him was someone else who did not yet understand
what was happening: Sir Faust; He looked at his subordinate's face
with astonishment.
- Why did I now see eyes in what I was doing only for a moment
were empty basins?
Faust did not drink alcohol, but his normally relaxed face had a
grimace of astonishment, unbecoming to him. He looked
incredulously at the lookout's face, quickly looked for a waiter, there
was not a single one in the place. It was as if everyone had
vanished to prevent anyone from looking for more of that strange
liquid.
He heard a couple of applauses, and turned his gaze to the man on
the platform who with an arrogant attitude and an overbearing look
spoke:
- I hope you enjoyed the new star product from Prana Inc.No one answered, everyone wanted information, there were so
many questions that no one in the room dared interrupt the possible
answers that the man in front of them could give them.
- From what I see it is, I'm sure you would be happy to get a little
more right?
Everyone in the room rushed to raise their voice.
- I will give you a hundred million dollars for the rights to the formula.
One said, while another was near him, laughing, and saying:
- You're crazy, this is at least worth a billion.
- No matter the price, give me the rights! , shouted another.
It was like an auction, everyone was throwing prices at Giorno,
hoping that his was the one.
Giorno did not flinch, suddenly, lifted the microphone, a gesture
enough for everyone to shut up at once.
- Gentlemen, this product can only be purchased by those who own
an apartment in the prestigious project of my partner Yumiko
Asakura.
They looked at each other confused, I didn't understand why one
thing was related to the other. Giorno kept talking:
- You can buy the beautiful apartments at the auction that will take
place within 6 months. Admission to this event will cost one million
dollars, and the initial offer for each apartment will be one hundred
million dollars. Anyone who owns an apartment can buy this elixir
and do whatever they want with it, from trying to duplicate it, to
giving it away, or marketing it, that will be your business.
Suddenly one of the elders in wheelchairs spoke, as if Giorno's
words had offended him.
- We are not interested in these filthy apartments sell me the formula!
I will give you double, not ten times! what you expect to pick up at
that auction.
- Sorry?
Giorno, with a little anger in his voice, got off the podium and without
letting go of the microphone he walked to where the old man waslooking at him in an annoying way.
The old man did not yield an inch, on the contrary, he looked at him
even more haughtily. What did that young man think to look at him
with such an arrogant look. He was the owner of one of the most
powerful car brands in the world. Who was that brat popping up out
of nowhere?
- Insolent brat, out of my sight, don't you know who I am? I want to
talk to whoever's in charge, I'm sure without your impertinence, we'll
come to a reasonable agreement.
Giorno stopped and looked at him, then took a hand to his face and
laughed. He looked at the old man and said:
- Stupid old man, who doesn't understand anything is you!
- How dare you call me stupid!
- You are right, that word is too short to describe.
The old man was about to burst out of anger, but Giorno spoke first.
-I don't think you understand, your money, your position, your
contacts or your companies, in other words, your whole world, is
insignificant to me, nothing you can do or imagine doing, has the
slightest relevance to me, You can use everything you have to try to
heal your diseases, or to lengthen your lives a few more months, but
I offer you something you won't get anywhere.
Everyone listened attentively to Giorno's words, many thinking how
to get a dishonest grip on that formula and put that arrogant man in
his place, who continued to speak.
- from this moment on, you are banned from the auction, neither you
nor anyone in your family will be able to attend, anyone who does
business with you or tries to help you will not be able to attend,
Now the old man was laughing and told him really angry
- How do you intend to prevent me from doing something?
Now it was Giorno who smiled.
-I invite you to try to enter the auction by force or using any trick that
you can think of, of course if you do not value your life, and this
goes for everyone, we do not care who are presidents or magnatesor rulers kings, if anyone wants to put Prana Inc. On trial, you must
be prepared for the worst.
Yumiko heard Giorno's words and almost dropped his glass. That
idiot was challenging the most powerful men in the country, Prana
Inc. It was only a neighborhood pharmacy, and Asakura group
would have no chance against any of those men in their current
situation, wanted to go and shut him up at the same time, but
noticed something that caught her attention.
No one answered Giorno, the normal thing is that everyone declares
war on him before such daring, the strange thing is that nobody said
anything.
Giorno walked away from the crowd and left the room, without
saying another word.
Everyone was silent, now they were reflecting, because in the midst
of the euphoria, they preferred to think that the speaker was very
surely only the messenger, not the owner of the message. It was
more than clear that he had not created the formula nor was he the
true face of anyone who had brought such a discovery to the public,
surely it had taken decades or even centuries to complete such an
amazing formula, not to mention that billions of dollars had surely
been invested to achieve this result.
The group behind that man must have had impressive resources,
perhaps unimaginable. something was very clear, they did not need
to sell those apartments, there was another reason behind such an
action. So no one else said anything, on the contrary, everyone
turned away from the old man, who looked everywhere and felt the
cold rejection of everyone in their faces, took their things and angrily
withdrew from the meeting, vowing revenge on such a brat.
Everyone had decided something, the best thing they could do was
follow the directions of who spoke to them, most thought.
Sir Faust was amazed at that character, how much arrogance, what
great character, he was definitely not interested in men, but for the
first time he considered adding a doll to his collection.Giorno walked towards the pale figure of a woman who, unable to
stand, had taken a seat. He had invited her to this meeting with his
current companion, his ex-wife and current boyfriend Aron, who
looked at him with a worried face.
Giorno had invited them to show them both, once and for all, that he
was the best choice to continue his life with Rouse, watched Aron try
to calm Rouse down, while patting him on the back.
She was sweating, in her pale face there was terror, as soon as she
saw Giorno standing up and without wasting time she took Giorno
out of the suit and said:
- But what the hell were you thinking! you just won the enmity of all
those important people.
- Trust me, I know what I'm doing.
- It is true, Mrs de Santoro, your husband knows exactly what he is
doing.
Yumiko approached the guests with a kind smile, Rouse looked at
the architect and immediately her expression changed to a kind
smile, tried to greet her ex-husband's boss in the nicest way
possible by bowing to her clumsily, which left Yumiko pretty
confused, then Rouse corrected Yumiko by telling him.
- That man over there is my ex-husband, I am no longer the lady of
Santoro.
- You said it was your wife Giorno.
Yumiko's sharp gaze pierced through Giorno, who simply looked the
other way ignoring the misunderstanding, noticing that the Yumiko
claim was not ceasing at last crossed his arms and only said:
- Details, only details...
Aron approached Giorno and passed his huge arm over him, he said,
with obvious discomfort.
- Giorno, are you not able to understand that Rouse is my fiancée
now?
Giorno answered in the same tone.- Even if I were your wife, I wouldn't give up.
- That's not for you to decide.
Yumiko, did not resist and intervened
- If you really love Rouse, you must accept her right to choose, if
she has already chosen, you must accept it at once.
Rouse blinked, that woman really liked him, put her finger on Giorno
and said:
- If you don't listen to me or Aron, listen to your boss.
- I'm not your boss, I'm your ex-boss.
- You'll fire him, for the idiocy he just did in front of those men, right?
- Oh no, he's my partner now.
- Partner? Wait, I don't understand.
Rouse took Yumiko's arm and dragged her off almost leaving Aron
and Giorno alone, Aron wasted no time and nodding his head
pointed to Giorno's courtyard, both walking in silence in the direction
Aron had indicated. Giorno waited for Aron to break that silence, it
didn't happen long before he did
- What was that drink Giorno?
- I thought it was clear, it's a new drug from my pharmaceutical
company.
- Pharmaceutical company? Giorno, you didn't even finish high
school. And now you tell me that you're a millionaire, influential and
you have a company that makes miraculous drugs, that science is
not capable of doing
- What are you getting at, Aron?
- From what little I know of you I know that you are not the kind of
man who would endanger his wife or daughter. However, I want to
make sure you're not playing with fire.
Giorno looked at Aron, he was really worried about his wife and
daughter, maybe he should admit that Aron was a good man and
that he deserved Rouse more than he did.
- Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.-And I don't doubt it, but I don't understand you. Giorno, what's in it
for you, what's in your danger, those men you insulted, they're not
just old people. Tell me what you're looking for.
Giorno kept quiet, what was he looking for? His initial goal was to
get his family back. However, none of this was necessary to recover
it. It was really an excuse he had given himself. And if I thought
about it more carefully Yumiko was right: the jerk next to him was a
much better man than he had been to his wife himself. How could I
blame them for wanting to be together, what I had to do, for the sake
of their family, was support them to be happy, even if I only saw
them from afar, I still had a chance to be a good father.
None of that answered Aron's question, why was he doing all this?
What did he really want? , why did he enjoy what he did so much? ,
why did the very idea of climbing to the top, and ruling everything,
ecstatic him in that way?
Giorno didn't have an answer. He was like a wild animal acting on
instinct, he had been for centuries the demon king, it was natural
that his nature was none other than to rule.
Finally, after a while Giorno spoke:
-Aron
But suddenly, at the same time, a terrifying chill ran down the backs
of both men, when a voice reached their ears.
- Gentlemen, I hope I'm not disturbing you!
Sir Faust Osler was behind them, when Giorno saw him he felt an
indescribable anger. His physical appearance was the same as that
of the most hated hero in the other world. Not only that, that man
had the same terrifying aura.
The memory of her friends, lovers murdered, tortured and turned
into puppets of combat, by that man in front of him made his
expression worry even Aron, who did not understand what was
happening.
Faust turned his head and with a smile said:
- That expression of rage, that look, that rabid animal pose, ready to
attack, where have I seen them before?Sir Faust released a diabolical energy around him, it was as if the
very "angel of death" was manifesting before him, which did not
matter to Giorno. Somehow that fucking degenerate was in front of
him again, wasn't it enough to kill him once in the other world?
Aron shivered at the feeling of those two's aura. It was not the first
time that he felt something like this, without expecting it and without
even musing a word, Giorno threw himself at the men in front of
them, like a mad dog.