Ignoring the noise from keyboard warriors for the moment, viewers clicked straight into the second episode.
No matter how harsh the criticism became, even the most skeptical audience had to admit one thing: Alex's new work was, at the very least, undeniably excellent. Whatever doubts lingered from the first episode, curiosity won out. People wanted to see where this was going.
As the episode began, the story pushed forward without hesitation.
Jonathan arrived in London, a city shrouded in soot, fog, and restless crowds. It was there that he crossed paths with Speedwagon, a street thug who survived on instinct and sharp edges. Yet even someone like him, hardened by the underbelly of society, found himself moved by Jonathan's unwavering integrity. That kind of sincerity was rare - and dangerous.
With Speedwagon's help, Jonathan obtained the antidote and finally returned to the Joestar estate. This time, there was no room left for doubt, no space for hesitation. In front of everyone, he exposed Dio's crimes.
Police surrounded the mansion from every angle.
Gun barrels gleamed under the cold light, all trained on a single man.
Watching from their screens, countless viewers who had been itching to punch Dio through the glass finally let out a breath of relief.
This is it, they thought. There's no way out this time.
- Jonathan, at the very end… at least let you be the one to put the handcuffs on me.
Even now, Dio lowered his head, wearing an expression of humility so convincing it almost hurt to look at. His voice was calm, controlled, his hands extended obediently, as though he had finally accepted his fate.
- I understand.
Memories surfaced unbidden. Years spent under the same roof. Shared meals. Shared smiles. Jonathan's expression softened despite himself. He took the handcuffs from the sheriff and stepped forward.
- Be careful, Mr. Joestar, - Speedwagon warned, unease creeping into his voice.
The cuffs were only inches from Dio's wrists when everything froze.
- Jonathan… human ability has its limits.
The words landed heavily.
Both Jonathan and the audience felt the shift at the same time, an instinctive chill crawling up their spines.
Dio continued, his voice almost reflective.
- In my short life, I've learned this: the more carefully humans scheme, the easier it is for them to fall into traps they never anticipated… unless they go beyond being human.
- What are you talking about, Dio?! - Jonathan demanded, brows knit in confusion.
Dio answered with a grin so twisted it erased any lingering doubt.
- I'm done being human, Jonathan!
In one fluid motion, he pulled out the Stone Mask. With the other hand, he drove a dagger forward, aiming for Jonathan's throat.
- Jonathan! I'll use your blood!
The line echoed in viewers' minds, looping endlessly.
I'm done being human, Jonathan.
It was just as infectious - just as absurdly unforgettable - as "It was me, Dio!" from the previous episode.
Before Jonathan could react, tragedy struck.
- Father!
George Joestar collapsed.
- Wasn't he on the second floor? When did he get there…?
Rebeca Verne, watching on her tablet, stared wide-eyed, murmuring the question aloud as if the screen might answer her.
Jonathan's scream tore through the mansion.
Against that raw grief, Dio's laughter rang out - high, sharp, unrestrained. Blood ran down the Stone Mask as it fused to his face, and the contrast was almost unbearable.
- Fire!
The officers didn't hesitate anymore. Gunshots erupted in unison.
Bullets tore into Dio's body, blood spraying as his form was thrown backward. He crashed through the mansion's glass windows and landed in the courtyard outside with a heavy, final thud.
Silence followed.
Seeing Dio's body motionless in the rain-soaked yard, everyone finally exhaled. The tension broke, replaced by the fragile belief that it was over.
Then -
- WRYYYYYY!!!
A shrill, inhuman cry echoed like something torn straight from hell itself.
Jonathan, Speedwagon, and the surrounding officers turned in unison.
Under the flash of lightning, Dio stood once more. His body twisted into a bizarre, unreadable pose, a wicked smile carved across his face as he stepped back through the shattered window, advancing toward them with deliberate calm.
Every viewer felt their heart seize.
This wasn't the overwhelming dread of Sosuke Aizen - but the message was clear enough.
Dio was no longer human.
- H-how is he still alive?! - Speedwagon shouted, disbelief shaking his voice. Then, snapping back to himself, he screamed at the officers: - What are you waiting for?! Shoot him! Shoot!
They never got the chance.
Dio moved.
With speed like a hunting beast, he tore through the officers, bodies crumpling in seconds. Blood splattered the walls as screams cut short one by one.
- WRYYYY -
The cry sounded again, more grotesque than before, sending chills through everyone watching.
Jonathan stared at his father's lifeless form. Grief hardened into resolve.
- Dio… you're not human anymore. This is my responsibility. I'll end this myself!
He grabbed a decorative spear from the wall and charged, thrusting it toward the vampire Dio.
Dio didn't dodge.
He let the spear pierce straight through his palm and laughed.
- Boxer briefs! Boxer briefs!
In the next instant, he snapped the spear in half and drove the broken shaft into Jonathan's shoulder.
Cornered, battered, bleeding, Jonathan made his choice.
He knocked over the oil lamp.
Flames erupted, swallowing the mansion that held every memory of his life. Drawing Dio upward, Jonathan retreated toward the roof, determined to end their twisted bond once and for all.
- Come! I'll never allow your power to exist in this world!
- Muda muda muda muda! The only one who'll die is you, Jonathan!
Dio strode through the inferno like a model walking a runway, one hand on his hip, posture exaggerated, theatrical to the extreme.
Combined with Alex's hardened physique - months of training carved into muscle and defined abs - the scene was strangely mesmerizing. Ridiculous. Terrifying. Captivating.
The comments exploded.
"This bastard is awful… but why is he kind of charismatic?"
"Bullshit. You're just thirsty."
"Look at those abs - no wonder he has so many exes."
"Can we be serious? You're fighting in a fire, why are you posing like that?"
"Why does everyone in this show suddenly strike random poses?"
"Dio's lines are insanely addictive. It's only episode two!"
"It was me, Dio! I'm done being human! Muda muda! Boxer briefs! WRYYYY!"
"Wait - why can you send voice messages?!"
The reactions were split, chaotic, loud.
Some laughed until their sides hurt. Others stared in disbelief, unsure whether to cringe or applaud. And slowly, subtly, a realization began to spread among the audience - unspoken, but unmistakable.
This wasn't a story to be analyzed frame by frame with logic alone.
This was JoJo.
And to watch it properly, sometimes you didn't need to think at all.
You just had to let go… and enjoy the madness.