[X] A New Land
-[X] Japan, The Land of The Rising Sun. A land that you had never seen during your life. You are curious, of what it holds.
Your servants stare at you expectantly while you ponder your destination, awaiting their next order. Its name leaves your lips as a whisper, prompting a look of confusion on the sailors' faces.
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Japan..."
Yes, that is the place where you will regain your strength. You remember the words of Wang Chen well. Your former undead subject gladly told you a myriad of dubious stories concerning the secrets of the eastern world, stories that your younger self, as a sober and well-educated Englishman, could not possibly accept as fact. But after donning the stone mask and transforming into something more than human, you became unsure if stories like those could be written off as simple fairy tales, leaving you considerably more open-minded to the possibility of the mystical nature of the world. Whether this mysticism has declined after years of technological development is unknown to you, an answer that can only be discovered through personal experience. On that note, your servants possess no knowledge of more unusual matters like the current state of Hamon practice. The art's demise would cause your plans to proceed more smoothly than they would otherwise, but it would be naive to assume that this is the case, especially after the threat you posed to both it
and the world. You'll have to investigate the matter at a later date.
-[X] You will turn them into zombies. You will regain some of your lost strength from their siphoned life force and grant them inhuman physical prowess, but like their vampiric master, sunlight will become fatal to them.
Before you give the order to set sail for the Land of the Rising Sun, you decide to relieve the hunger that 94 bloodless years brought with it. Approaching one of the sailors, you raise your hand and lift him up by the throat, fingers pushing into his neck. He lets out a soundless scream as all of the blood is drained from his body, slowly calming down through the pacifying effect of the flesh bud. During this process, you force a small amount of your own vampiric extract into his veins and let go, his metamorphosis into a zombie beginning moments after. Repeating the same action with the other two humans, you give your orders after all three of them are fully zombified.
-[X] You will spend your time attempting to get accustomed to your new body and testing your abilities. You are unlikely to achieve much progress in your current state, but the odds increase if you consume your servants' blood.
As expected, a sailing to the other side of the globe in a cruiser is going to take some time. Several days at least, according to the zombies. You are obviously not one to mindlessly idle about, and instead use the time given to you for a more productive effort. Now that your body feels slightly less miserable than before, you can practice your supernatural abilities with some semblance of confidence. During the day, you stay inside and work on simple things like
dexterity, precision, and general bodily control. At night, you test the limits of your abilities, and while these limits are plentiful, you find yourself pleasantly surprised during a test of your regenerative ability, a self-inflicted wound healing much faster than expected.
As a result of your successful training, your synchronization with the body of Jonathan Joestar has risen by 5%.
The journey is otherwise uneventful, with bearable weather at worst and not the slightest glimpse of another ship. Just as the sun sets and you prepare to continue your practice, one of the zombies informs you that the Japanese coastline is on the horizon.
Walking to the very front of the ship's deck, you fold your arms. The first step of your road to supremacy has been completed, and with the boat nearing the coast, the second step is already in sight: a great city in the distance, its buildings taller and lights brighter than any you have seen before. Able to be viewed clearly even in the dead of night, your mind immediately declares this city a fitting candidate for your capital.
Land is reached without interruptions, the docked boat hidden from sight under a seaside cliff. As you prepare to exit the vehicle and travel to the city, you wonder if you should leave some of your servants behind to guard the boat.
[ ] Decide how many of your zombies will be accompanying you, if any.