I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 8

Carlo Blunte.

An Irish-American immigrant who fled to South Korea to escape the dungeons.

His ability was to make the hardness of the objects he held four times stronger.

With this ability, he joined the Calione Family, eventually forming his own family, but.......

"You broke Calione's rules."

One of the absolute rules not to be broken if you belong to Calione.

That was 'drugs.'

Distribution, consumption, sale, purchase.

All of these were strictly prohibited within Calione.

"You ordered drugs to be sold to children, became addicted yourself, and even manufactured them."

Actions on a whole different level than having a dirty personality or causing damage to nearby businesses.

Because he sold drugs to obtain relics or items that could grant new powers, in the game, his father, Vito Calione, personally intervened.

Even though simply sending an Executor would have sufficed.

"Drugs? For such a ridiculous reason, you ruined my family like this? For such a trivial reason!!!"

"......Yes, and today, for such a trivial reason, you are going to die."

If it had been during his prime, it might have been different, but the current Blunte was a drug-addled addict.

One drug-crazed addict was already more than enough for me.

"Damn brat! Fine, let's see how that bastard reacts when I tear apart the one and only Young Master of Calione today!"

Woo-woong. The aluminum bat he was holding became surrounded by a faint light.

It seemed his ability was activating.

"That ridiculous club. Not scary at all."

I had already gathered enough intel about Blunte.

I had prepared myself perfectly for such a situation.

First, I chose today, the day he would be having a drug party.

Second, I spared the small fry around him in advance to gain power with [Trait: Baby Boss].

Third, the newly acquired [Trait: Hitman] kept me calm even in this first live combat.

Lastly.

[Bloodline: Calione]

- Monsters weaker than oneself are highly likely to feel fear.

- Abilities increase proportionally to the number of surrounding enemies.

- Abilities increase proportionally to the duration of the battle.

The blood of Calione still recognized the small fry around as enemies, and from the moment I set foot in this mansion, the battle had already begun.

Everything was going according to plan.

As I clenched my fists together, clang! The sound of metal colliding echoed.

"Let's see the skills of a former Calione executive."

At the same time, I kicked off the ground and lunged toward him, and he charged at me, swinging his bat.

"Die!"

His bat drew a large arc as it swung toward my head.

I quickly dove into his space, restricted the movement of his right arm, and rammed my head into him with all my strength.

"Khaak!"

"One hit won't be enough."

As he tried to stagger back, I grabbed his collar and once again, and again, smashed his philtrum.

"Get the hell back!"

Blunte knocked my hand away and kicked me, yelling.

Only after the distance widened did I get a good look at his face.

Blood was dripping down from his smashed nose.

"You damn bastard! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!"

Once again, he swung his bat and rushed toward me.

I quickly raised my left arm to block, but a deafening pain came with the sensation of bones vibrating.

Seeing my grimacing expression, his twisted lips curled into a smile.

"Block it? That arm isn't even yours, is it?"

A continuous barrage of attacks from Blunte.

I was using my arms to protect my head for now, but if this went on, my arms might break.

"Yeah! Keep blocking! Let's see how long you can hold!"

As if planning to end it, he widened the trajectory of his swing.

A fleeting opening.

Not missing that gap, I lowered my guard and punched him in the chin.

His body collapsed backward.

"Are you already going down? I haven't even started yet."

"You lunatic."

For some reason, the longer the fight dragged on, the more I wanted to laugh.

No, I was already laughing.

The reason I initiated the fight with Blunte first.

The effects of the bloodline ability coursed through my entire body.

One of the effects of [Bloodline: Calione].

- Abilities increase proportionally to the duration of the battle.

It felt like adrenaline was surging through my entire body, but I calmed my breathing and settled my excitement.

"As much as I want this to go on... the police will be here soon, so I should wrap this up. Get up quickly."

Sensing my sudden change in momentum, Blunte began to retreat slowly, trying to escape.

So, he's finally starting to feel fear.

However, it was too late for Blunte to feel fear.

"W-Wait! Let me meet the Boss! P-Please! S-Spare me!"

Blunte rubbed his hands together and cried as he saw me slowly advancing toward him.

Ignoring his pleas for mercy, I clenched my fist tightly, leaving no space within, and coldly declared to him.

"In the name of Calione. Executor Yoojin Han Calione. I sentence Carlo Blunte to execution."

Crack.

The puddles formed by the pouring rain turned red.

* * *

The blaring sound of sirens filled the foreign area.

A patrol car raced through the rain, flashing red and blue lights.

The report was about gunshots and unknown loud noises coming from the Blunte Family mansion.

"Shooting on a rainy night like this? The damn Blunte Family must have lost their minds."

Detective Kang Chulha, smoking inside the patrol car, tossed his cigarette butt out the window and spoke.

"Senior, isn't this case serious no matter how you look at it, even if it's under Calione's domain? Shouldn't we get backup?"

Another detective driving next to him, Han Jongsoo, nervously asked, sweat dripping down his face.

"Of course it's serious! Gunshots in South Korea? If it wasn't under Calione, the Special Strike Team would already be on their way!"

To the South Korean government, Calione was that kind of existence.

People who don't act without reason. Opponents you'd have to worry about the government collapsing to confront.

Precisely because of that, they were also adversaries with whom conflicts rarely arose.

"At least those guys are reasonable enough to talk to."

All of this was only possible because of the man known as the Emperor of the Underworld, Don Vito Calione.

With a screech, the patrol car stopped, and the two men stared blankly at the scene outside the window.

The Blunte mansion in complete chaos. At the entrance, countless bullet holes and fallen members of the Blunte Family were visible.

"What the hell happened here......."

Kang Chulha's mind started to spin in confusion.

'A family under Calione was attacked? Who the hell would dare?'

No matter how despicable they were, they were still a Calione family. Who in their right mind would touch them?

With those thoughts, Kang Chulha and Han Jongsoo stepped out of the car, cautiously holding their revolvers, and made their way into the mansion.

"S-Senior, this really looks like a disaster. Shouldn't we call for backup?"

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Han Jongsoo carefully asked, while Kang Chulha, expressing his frustration, ruffled his own hair and spoke.

"We first need to understand the situation! Hah... Let's assess the situation first and then decide."

Han Jongsoo nodded at Kang Chulha's words. While the two of them slowly walked toward the mansion,

"Who do we have here? Isn't it Detective Kang Chulha?"

A middle-aged man wearing a fedora approached them with a faint smile.

"D-Don't move!"

"You crazy bastard!"

Startled by the sudden appearance of the man, Han Jongsoo aimed his gun, but Kang Chulha quickly knocked the gun aside and shouted.

"Senior?"

"Haa... Haa..." Kang Chulha exhaled heavily, trying to calm his startled breathing.

Then, looking at the approaching man, he cautiously opened his mouth.

"Mr. Parnello, what brings you here?"

The second-in-command of Calione.

A man known as the right-hand of the Don.

Parnello Ramici.

Also known as the man called the hunting dog of Calione.

"P-Parnello?! Senior! Parnello is that guy, right?! Calione's enfor──"

Kang Chulha quickly covered Han Jongsoo's mouth, holstered the gun in his other hand, and asked again.

"Mr. Parnello, what brings you here?"

Cold sweat trickled down Kang Chulha's face, but Parnello, seemingly unfazed, smiled pleasantly and spoke.

"It's Calione's 'execution.' There's been a recent rumor about drugs being distributed in this neighborhood, so the Boss gave the order."

Hearing those words, Kang Chulha's mind started spinning rapidly.

Indeed, it had been some time since they had received information that drugs were circulating in the Blunte Family's territory among immigrant zones.

Initially, he thought they should intervene, but the directive from higher-ups was different.

'Leave it alone.'

Could it be that the higher-ups knew about this? Then what are we supposed to do here?

Soon, his eyes caught sight of a man lying in the garden of Blunte and a boy, bloodied fists clenched, staring blankly at the sky.

Is that boy also an executor of Calione? If so, then the one lying down is?

"Carlo Blunte." It's certain. Did that boy take down Carlo Blunte? Who in the world is this boy?

Then, suddenly, a single photo flashed through his mind.

A photo of a man, covered entirely in blood, walking out of a dungeon that had appeared in the immigrant zone in the past.

And now, that boy was emanating the same red aura as the man in that photograph.

Events began to piece together in Kang Chulha's mind.

This incident is under the command of Don Vito Calione.

The man who came with that boy is Calione's second-in-command.

That boy must be deeply connected to Don Vito Calione.

Which means...

"Hah."

Kang Chulha let out a sigh, released his hand covering Han Jongsoo's mouth, and wiped it on his clothes.

"Senior..."

"Just stay quiet."

Kang Chulha, who had said so to Han Jongsoo, looked at Parnello and spoke.

"We received a report of gunfire from the Blunte family. It seems someone was playing with fireworks."

Hearing Kang Chulha's words, Parnello smiled faintly.

"That's correct. Today was the Blunte Family's retirement event."

"Senior?"

Han Jongsoo stared blankly at Kang Chulha.

"Then, I'll process the gunfire report as caused by the fireworks used during the Blunte Family's retirement event."

"We'd greatly appreciate that."

Upon hearing Parnello's words, Kang Chulha nodded and chuckled.

"Then let's conclude the case like this... That boy, he really resembles the Don."

"You mean him? That's right. Anyone who sees him would know."

Hearing Parnello's words, Han Jongsoo spoke in shock.

"N-No way, that boy is?"

"Yes, that's correct."

A red aura radiated from his entire body.

Blood streamed down his fists.

White mist continuously exhaled through the rain, as if expressing his labored breath.

Looking at such a boy, Parnello smiled.

"That young man is the new owner of Calione."

* * *

The sound of rain hitting the window could faintly be heard in the patrol car. The two men were silently on their way back to the precinct.

"...Senior, what exactly did we just hear?"

It was Han Jongsoo, sitting in the passenger seat, who broke the silence first.

"You doubt it even after seeing it yourself? They said the son of Calione obliterated the Blunte Family."

Saying that, Kang Chulha pulled a cigarette from his chest pocket with his left hand, placed it in his mouth, and lit it.

"Hah, we're really in trouble now."

The appearance of Don Vito Calione's son.

Undoubtedly, its ripple effect would stir up South Korea, and Kang Chulha's mind was a tangled mess.

"For now, process the gunfire report as fireworks, and I'll separately report the Calione-related matters to the chief. You just stay put."

"...Yes."

"Hah." A sigh mixed with smoke escaped from Kang Chulha's lips.

"Things are about to get crazy."

Bit by bit, Kang Chulha could see the chaos that the future held.

* * *

The next morning, as usual, I woke up on my bed.

"...Has my body recovered to some extent?"

Following the fierce battle last night, my body had been covered in injuries, but I was able to return home with Parnello's help.

It was as if the situation had been anticipated; the moment I arrived home, healers gathered around and began treating me, leading to a miraculous recovery in just one day.

The current time was 7:30 AM.

Thankfully, it seemed I had woken up before heading to the academy.

"Have you awakened, Young Master?"

At that moment, Parnello's gentle voice came from beside me.

It seemed he had been by my side while I was asleep.

"Parnello. What about Blunte? Is he dead?"

At my question, Parnello shook his head and replied.

"No. He is currently confined in our warehouse, and the Boss will handle the conclusion."

"...I see."

As I got up from the bed, intense pain swept through my entire body as if my muscles were screaming.

Were only the external wounds healed?

"You don't need to push yourself, Young Master. Shall I inform the academy on your behalf?"

Shaking my head at Parnello's concerned tone, I endured the pain and rose completely.

"This much is nothing. Thank you for worrying about me."

"That's a relief. By the way, Young Master, something has arrived for you."

Parnello said so as he pulled out something heavy-looking from under the bed.

"While we were wrapping up at the Blunte Family mansion, a man handed this over, saying it belonged to you."

What Parnello handed me was a fairly large black bag.

"He said he was a gunsmith from the firearm shop and wanted to repay his debt."

Hearing Parnello's words, I took the bag.

Through the slightly open zipper, I could see chunks of blackened metal.

"It seems you've acquired a fine item, Young Master."

"Right?"

Smiling at Parnello who spoke with a grin, I returned the smile and placed the bag on the floor.

For Parnello, of all people, to say such a thing—I'm already looking forward to the reactions at the Academy.