Jon Joestar

Grand Line, Calm Belt, Impel Down.

Sixth level underground - 'Eternal Hell.'

"Where am I?"

Groggily awakening, Jon scanned his surroundings with confusion.

Damp environment, murky air, and blood-stained torture devices… This appeared to be some kind of prison.

"Did I happen to cross over again?"

Jon rubbed his temples out of a headache.

Indeed, he was a transmigrator.

Originally an ACG enthusiast, Jon had an accident while crossing the street, and to his surprise, he discovered himself as the son of Joseph Joestar and the heir to billion dollar inheritance - Jon Joestar.

Years passed by.

After reaching the age of eighteen, Dio Brando, the archenemy of the Joestar family, was resurrected, and Jon awakened his Stand.

With the knowledge of a transmigrator, he, along with his father Joseph and nephew Jotaro, faced numerous challenges, from Neon to Egypt, using the 'Joestar Family Tactics of Justice' to corner Dio.

Unexpectedly, Dio's last-ditch effort, the 'Arrow,' hit Jon, causing some unknown changes to his Stand.

Thinking about this, Jon's mental state was disrupted.

In an instant, a door, about two meters high, adorned with images of angels and demons, appeared in front of him.

'The Door.'

This was Jon's Stand.

Its ability was to control anything related to the concept of 'doors' within a radius of one hundred meters. It could also open invisible doors anywhere, leading to the 'other world.'

Though the panel data wasn't high, it was practical.

Commonly known as 'Little Brother's panel, Grandpa's ability.'

"Thank goodness, my Stand is still here."

Jon felt a bit relieved.

As long as he had his Stand, theoretically, there was no place that could hold him.

Just as he was about to leave.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Jon's ear.

"Hey, you, black-haired kid inside!"

Jon was startled.

Looking towards the sound, he saw a stout prison guard outside the cell.

The guard stared at Jon in disbelief, "When the hell did you sneak in here!"

"You came at the right time."

Jon stood up, dusting off his clothes.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Jon, Jon Joestar. May I ask..."

Before he could finish, the guard shouted angrily, "Those who trespass into the Eternal Hell deserve to be executed!"

Hmm? So rude.

Jon's expression turned serious.

At this moment, his Stand suddenly provided some feedback in his mind.

[Acquired keyword 'Eternal Hell,' location locked]

[Current world: 'One Piece']

[Location: Impel Down, sixth floor underground]

[Legend level: 0 (1/100), next level reward: Navy's Rokushiki]

[World legendary event: 'Otherworld Prisoner' — You accidentally became a prisoner in the 'Impel Down']

[Dimensional Gate has not been established (You can establish it at Legend level 3 to return to the original world)]

'One Piece'? 'Legend level'? 'Dimensional Gate'? Oh my! His Stand had evolved into a system!

Jon's heart raced.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Seeing Jon blatantly ignoring him, the prison guard angrily struck the iron bars with his seastone baton.

Jon snapped back to reality and murmured, "Sorry, I was thinking about something else."

He cleared his throat, displaying a friendly smile.

"Brother, let's talk things out. You see, I'm not a prisoner in this prison. I just accidentally ended up here. Could you please do me a favor and let me out?"

If you want something, just ask for it. It's the Joestar Family's motto!

As a direct descendant of the Joestar family, Jon naturally followed the family tradition.

The prison guard was dumbfounded.

After a moment, he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, asking if I can let you out, you sure are hilarious."

Asking the guard to be released after getting into 'Eternal Hell'?

This guy must be a lunatic.

"Take your time to think."

Jon's expression remained unchanged.

"Enough nonsense. Name, gender, age, and why did you sneak into the Eternal Hell!"

The guard's eyes widened, "Tell the truth, don't mess around!"

"Like I said, I'm Jon Joestar. I ended up here due to some accident."

Jon shrugged.

"I guarantee every word I say is true."

"Damn it, still trying to trick me, huh?"

The guard felt he was being tricked.

Is there someone dumb enough to imprison themselves?

Seeing the guard's expression, Jon's mouth twitched.

"So, you won't let me out, right?"

The guard remained silent, just sneering.

Jon sighed silently, "As expected, reasoning doesn't work in a place like this. It seems I have to take action."

With a light snap of his fingers, the illusion of a door appeared.

With a creak, the prison door swung open.

Laughter abruptly stopped.

"You!"

The guard's brain froze for a brief moment.

In an instant, Jon rushed out of the cell.

Without a second thought, Jon delivered a powerful punch to the guard's face! Overdrive!

'Boom!'

Before the guard could react, he was sent flying, crashing into the hard wall, and lost consciousness.

Jon stood firm.

As the saying went, courtesy first, then force.

Having performed the 'courtesy,' it was now time for 'force.'

Did they really think a gentleman had no temper?

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Suddenly, Jon's vision was filled with flickering red lights.

Alarms blared!

Jon, sensing something, looked toward the upper left, locking eyes with a giant snail.

He scratched his eyebrow, "Oops, forgot about the security cameras."

However, it wasn't a big deal.

Jon gestured a shooting motion to the snail and nonchalantly stepped away, quickly leaving the area.

Three minutes later, in the warden's office.

"Mr. Magellan, something's not right. Someone has escaped from the sixth floor!"

Without bothering to knock, Deputy Warden Hannyabal burst into the office, coincidentally encountering Magellan coming out of the restroom, holding his stomach.

Upon hearing this, Magellan was dumbfounded, "What did you say?!"

Just as he was about to inquire further, his stomach started 'rumbling' again.

Hannyabal clearly knew about his superior's chronic condition and pretended not to hear anything.

Taking a few quick steps, he showed Magellan a photo taken by the surveillance snail: a tall and handsome black-haired youth.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a clear star-shaped birthmark on the fugitive's neck.

Magellan furrowed his brow.

A newcomer. Who was this guy? No, it's not the time to think about that now! Magellan's expression darkened as he gave the order.

"All personnel, level one alert. Mobilize all forces to the sixth-floor exit. With the reputation of the 'World's Strictest Prison' on the line—we can't let this bastard escape!"