Wake Up As Mafia Boss

Rag clicked his tongue after he released the woman from his hand. She immediately carried her things and went behind the young Don. According to his profile, before the servant of this young man left, he had no weapons with him. To their client, she predicted that he would appear in this place as soon as they played their part as thugs committing a crime in this abandoned street. The customer said she was sure about this as she bet around a thousand Luzers of his appearance that lead their leader to agree for this plan, however. It appeared that the plans had reversed but there's something that the kid didn't know yet. Rag and the others were smiling that already knew that this event would happen next.

"Oh, what a good child you are, sir," said the old lady, attempted to move closer at the young Don but his hand, raised up, interrupted her. "Madam, it's not my intention to help you out but please don't take a step too close as I have no intention to be hugged for their appreciation. I hope you didn't take offended in this manner. Y' may return to your home, my lady," said Hermes with low tone. "But before you go, let me ask you some questions. The first one is, are you from the village?" The old lady, confused, was unable to respond to his question for a second. Her eyes blinked several times before she spoke. "... Sir, yes I am."

"Do you know how you can enter to the next district?" asked Hermes, stepping four centimeters away while his hand was on guard. "Come on, speak." The old lady had no idea why he's too wary against her. But still, she nodded with, "Yes".

"Good," The young Don felt relief. "You may go. Please call for help as fast as you can. I'll catch up with you."

"Eh?" she tilted her head. "A'ight, sir. I will."

As the young Don turned his gaze towards the thugs, the old lady pulled out a knife from her bag and cast a spell on it. Her face turned black and her eyes changed red with bloodl.u.s.t as her hand raised up. But her attack was stopped after she recalled a warning from her acquaintance. 'If he's too wary against you, please don't kill him,' the last words the person she talked with said before they departed. "I guess, I'll play along," she murmured before her eyes returned back to its original color. "The plan hasn't changed yet though. Let's see what this kid can do next."

"Hmm?" the young Don turned his gaze at the woman. She quickly hides the weapon behind her waist. "Did you say something? And also, why are you still here?"

"N-n-nothing, sir," she panicked with her left hand waving with denial. "I just want you to know. Please be safe, child." The young Don nodded with thanks before she ran and disappeared. When he looked at them once again, they, somewhat, bewildered and surprised for some reason, however.

"Now then, maggots." Hermes folded his arms with a terrifying gaze. "What shall we do next? I already told you, folks, that if you tried something against me, you'll get punished, right? Now, who wants to go first?" Rag and his comrades gulped after he said it. They already lose their chance to take him down but luckily, a new hope appeared to their eyes. Fifteen men wore some fancy and gangster suits had crossed at the corner. One of the crew, smoking cigarettes, recognized Rag and his crew. He had a red mohawk hair and a half-upper slim suit. "Hey sir, what's up? Why're you guys doing there, huh? Camping or playing? Why are you guys dressed like that?"

"Alfred?" Rag, blinked twice, said. "Alfred, the boss wants that person to be caught alive. Capture him now!"

"Huh? This kid?" Alfred turned his gaze at the young Don while pulling his caliber forty-five pistol from his pants. He pointed his gun before Hermes could move away. "Tell me, sir. Why the boss wants this person? He has no sensed of fashion than you sir." said Alfred with a mischievous laughed. Everyone laughed except their three companions and the young Don who was still quiet.

All of the thugs were unable to respond and pulled out their guns.

"Stupid, " said the young Don as he fixed his hair straight up. He was lucky that the man in front of him was unable to fight back. He used the Filipino Kali special move he learned from his past life. "Do you really think I'm not prepared for this kind of scenario?" Rag surprised with mouth agape and he muttered, "Shit, he's dangerous!"

"Now," Hermes looked at the edge of the pistol and unloaded the magazine to check its rounds, "Eight, huh. Shit, it's heavy than I expected. It can't be helped. I only stole a small type of gun in the first place, though. Hey, " he reloaded it and pointed at the pitiful man, "I heard from that maggot that your name is Alfred. Hand over your magazines to me. All of it." Alfred, who was still holding his neck, nodded while pulling out all of his magazines and gave it to the young Don. "Is this all of it? Sucks, only four, huh. So I only got 40 bullets, damn it. But it's enough to destroy your brains, morons. Hey, I know your name is Rag. Blame that baldy for calling out your name. It appears you have the high authority to order around these morons. Tell them, no, order them to put down their guns slowly but surely. If they move wrong, I won't hesitate to kill you all on the spot and activate the traps around here. You don't want that to happen, right?" The crew gulped with cold sweat after he said it. Rag obediently followed his request and asked his men to do what he asked. They somehow felt that the young Don had scheming something behind his mask. He was delightfully looking at them like he found a new playmate on his ground.

Hermes recalled his plan back then but he needed to finish the quest had given to him. He, bewildered, was waiting for the quest to finish but there's nothing like menu or status notification popped out. He turned his gaze at his hostages and somehow he thought something was still missing to complete the mission. Maybe, if he handed over these people and with the help of the old lady, he could earn a good reward and increased his reputation? He gulped some air and exhaled. He was lucky that he stole the gun away from the moron and stopped them to capture him.

The dice had already rolled in his favor. The moment the bald man sneezed, everything's changed, however. After his head sneezed, his hand pulled up the string and unintentionally cut it. Rag and the blonde man, surprised, paused for a second before they turned their gaze at the young Don. Hermes gulped with cold sweat and attempted to run before the leader yelled.

"It was a bluff?" Rag concluded. He had finally realized the trap was unreal. "Why you?"

"If these traps are fake, then this string… this string is…. Wait a minute, it was just an ordinary string for a kite!" The blonde man pulled out his gun and pointed it at the young Don. "I don't care what the boss wants but I'll f.u.c.kin' kill you!"

"Now, that you mentioned it." The baldy added. "This place is the previous firing range and weapon warehouse. So, it is not a surprise that there's a lot of weapons around this street. F.u.c.k you, kid. You're going to become dead meat and I'm going to smash your b.u.t.t until its turn red!"

The young Don ran towards the red wall and jumped in before the bullets came out. Everyone quickly picked up their weapons and chased him.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Hermes saw two men behind him. His right hand grabbed the handle with his index on the trigger while his left hand acted as its guide. In the same direction, he locked his eyes at the two living subjects and pulled the trigger before they could shoot. The two thugs screamed in pain and fell down on the surface after their legs were shot. A huge cement collapsed from the faces of the men after their guns shot the handle of the bricks above them. Their blood lay scattered around the floor thereof. The young Don felt his hand stiff from the power it released. The caliber forty-five had a high power that could damage not only the target but also the user, as well. His body was not yet used to using this type of powerful and heavy weapon.

Three men on his right and four men on his left were coming through each corner. He kept running while dodging the bullets they're releasing against him. His eyes were shielded by his left hand from the dust and falling small pieces of cement and woods. From the slope way, he slid in and pointed his gun against the four men from the left and aimed at their shoulders. The bullets didn't hit them, however. His arms were starting to stiff and trembled because of the weight of his weapon. But still, he kept running as fast as he could before the assaulters cornered him.

He clenched his teeth and bite his lips to ease his pain. He changed magazine and reloaded. He then shot the first guy from the right, who appeared from the other side, at his feet. The target jumped from pain and accidentally shot his two comrades and killed them both. He, surprised, shot himself because of guilt and his unforgivable action.

The young Don shot two bullets from the left and luckily wounded from the limbs the first one appeared. His comrade hid him and returned fire against the young Don. He hid too and waited for them to reload before he counterattacked. He saw a huge crater above the three and targeted it. The chained which carried the huge crater collapsed and fell down to the three men. The two men survived by jumping away but the wounded were hit. His legs were squashed and unable to remove himself because of its weight. He was creaming from severe pain. His comrades puke when they witnessed him like that whilst the young Don didn't flatter.

Hermes saw Rag coming in the scene. He shot three bullets before he ran again. He changed magazine and reloaded then aimed at the wood which supported the steels. It rolled down towards the six upcoming men from the front and blocked their way. Furthermore, the young Don resumed his escape towards the exit.

As he approached the exit, his mind warned him to slide down behind the corner before he reached it. Consecutive bullets made a lot of holes in the door. The young Don breathed heavily and sighed with relief.

"Y' f.u.c.kin' bastard? Are you still alive, huh?" Alfred reloaded his rifle. "I am thankful that this place is an abandoned armory. I saw a crate of my favorite gun. I hope y' don't mind to use it against you, do you?"

"Boy," Hermes reached the doorknob, opened it and peek at one of the holes after the door got closer to his side. "Sir Alfred, you really a stubborn creature. Do you know that it's bad for a.d.u.l.ts to use a rifle for a simple young man like me? I hope you don't fly like a vulture. That's not good for our culture."

Hermes heard the sounds of the approaching men of Rag, the silent crouch from the east and the slow steps of Alfred. The young Don closed his eyes and calm himself. In this situation, there's some sort of short cut to escape this mess.

"Stump G," he clenched his teeth and held his gun tightly, "After I get out from this, you're dead!" the young Don stood up and shot two bullets at the running man on his east. The man was hit from his left shoulder and flew sideways from the right because of the impact. He then aimed it at Rag and his six men by shooting them until his magazine went empty. He changed magazine and reloaded so fast before he jumped out from the windows beside the door. From the surprising approach, Alfred was unable to point his rifle at him. His face turned blue and screamed inside. Hermes pulled his trigger while flying down from the floor and three bullets hit him. One in his right leg, the other was on his right shoulder and the last bullet hit his left hand. Alfred flew away from the impact and fell down to the surface with his face and body were covered by his own blood.

"Ouch, my shoulder," the young Don pressed his right shoulder and slowly stood up, "Damn it, I only got one magazine left." He walked towards Alfred who was bleeding badly. He pointed his gun and said, "If you want this man alive. Put down your weapons before he goes to hell. If you value your comrade's life, don't strive. I know you value your companionship so well — I can tell."

Rag, the blonde man, baldy, and the men pointed their guns at him.

"Oh ho, don't move closer, " said Hermes, "I will kill this man if you fight back. Put down your weapons or... " When he saw the barrel approached the eyes of Alfred as a threat, Rag stepped forward and put down his gun. "What do you want then, kid?" Hermes, smiled, cracked his neck from left to right before he spoke, "I want you guys to leave me alone." But his request was denied with, "No, f.u.c.kin' way, boy. If we let you escape from this place, we'll be in big shit than what you think. Don't you know how much money will cost for this trouble? A thousand Luzers, y' know." Hermes, sighed, replied with a terrifying gaze, "Then, do you seek for a big shit or deep shit? Because I don't take shit about you pricks. I already notice somethin' strange about this. But I want to confirm it. Who is that old hag?" With the deadly question he asked, Rag and his comrades began to tremble with cold sweat. "What now? Scared to speak? That your mouths are starting to resemble the sparrow's peak, huh? I think you guys are hiding somethin' so speak up. Or I'll smash your friend's head and turns it into a lollipop. Oh, how 'bout this. Free me instead as an alternative? That's just an easy option though. Pick now, morons. Speak or liberate me."

Rag, closed his fist tightly, opened his mouth, "Y-y-y-you monster. If we'rent following the guidance of that girl, we won't hesitate to shoot you right now! You're lucky that we have orders to be followed obediently from our former boss! Play fair and square, you bastard!" Hermes stomped the face of Alfred with an intention to threatening them to speak with respect. Rag and his men stepped back. "Oi, oi, oi, you have no right to call me that. Do you really think I am the one who is at a disadvantage here? Look around you, you guys outnumbered me from the beginning. It is normal to use some tools to become your scapegoat from this situation, though. Y' guys are trying to steal or/and buggin' that old hag. I don't even plan to show up but there's a mission I need to complete after all. Like you guys, I have to clear this event before an unforeseen event comes for me!" Rag and his crew were bewildered from his response. But as the leader of the group he had to be tough about this situation. From his eyes, the young Don was just a weak and pathetic man who was hiding his true identity from the mass. "Hermes Archnemesis, we demand you to surrender now. Do you really think we are going to play with your scheme? Fool, we know you're just bluffing!" Hermes placed his palm on his face with annoying gaze at them, "After all of this? I already killed unintentionally your comrades though? Do you still think I'm bluffing? C'mon, man. I'm being professional here, Rag."

"Shut up!" Rag pointed his gun at the young Don. "According to your profile, you're supposed to be weak. Y' don't kill on your own. you're using your own men to do the dirty job. You don't have the guts to do it!" Hermes sighed and then one bullet shot the shoulder of his men beside him. Because of the power from the bullet, the man flew back and fell down on the surface. He was still alive but unconscious. Everyone was surprised, with Hermes as an exemption. "Do you really think I was still bluffing from the beginning? Do you really think I still kept this friendly conversation without taking a shit? Don't f.u.c.k with me, you moron." Rag turned blue and screamed inside. The eyes of their target were terrifying and he was gravely telling the truth.

"Sorry," a familiar voice caught their attention, "This play should end right now." Behind the young Don, the old lady placed her hand on his right shoulder. Hermes, surprised, bewildered by her sudden appearance. "What the hell are you doing here? Y' should be callin' for help from the other side!" Her feminine voice started to change into a deep tone, she replied with a smile, "Child, you're really a fool." Her hand pressed his shoulder so tight. His body trembled with pain after his whole body was electrified. His voice echoed around the place. He knelt down with one knee while trying to release himself from her.

In this world of an otome game, the characters had their own specialties and abilities. There are two types of humans in this universe, one had the power of a normal human being and wisdom of an advance species whilst the second had the stats of being a mage of their own kin. Some say they were descendants of the witches and warlocks that lived a long time ago according to the myths but for science, they were part of the family lineage of the previous Ratican Empire created to become their weapons against other races thousand years ago. With Hermes' background, they were blessed with money and wisdom only but luckily, hired his own mage like Justin.

"Oh ho, you're good. You can still talk, huh," the old lady said with her eyes glittered from the electricity. "It is just tier 3 magic but you can still move your mouth." Hermes clenched his teeth with dripping blood while raising up his gun with his eyes flowing with tears. "F.u.c.k you!" Three bullets released from the barrel but it was deflected by the barrier, however. "I won't.... let.... you... ― catch me alive!"

The old lady was unable to respond from his sudden assault. She got hit by his headbutt before she could use again her fortification spell. Her hand released him after she covered the part she got hit, and the young Don quickly picked up the rifle on the surface. He tried to shoot her directly through her head, but unfortunately, the gun was jammed. He clicked his tongue before he threw it away. He changed the magazine and reload his pistol. The old lady, angrily, cast a spell. The spell shot the young Don but he dodged it by jumping through the next surface. The blast made a huge crack to the floor and the smoke blocked the eyes of everyone, with Hermes as an exemption. As the smoke disappeared, the young Don had already vanished from the scene.

"Why he didn't collapse from that point? I used a tier 3 magic. Why the f.u.c.k he didn't get hurt so much? Why he can move so fast? Why? Find that man. Find Hermes Archnemesis!" The old lady clenched her fist and teeth with her veins showing up from her face. "Find him at all cost!"

The last piece of the newspaper floated up to the air. The tore piece that Hermes didn't read when he had his time spared. An achievement that shouldn't exist in the otome game he created.

Virus Achievements:

[Unlocked: Evil Slime Battle Suit - The last Ratican Empire powerful armor. The Emperor's pet transforms into a powerful tier armor that consumes everything's on its path. A God tier forbidden item that should be extinct thousand years ago. All of the sinners will become its meal and won't see heaven and hell. The user will be given the ability to wield weapons and customize it according to its will. As a parasitic armor, it will consume the host's sanity but will heal the body whether severely damage, injured and stabbed to death. The user will always be revived until his sanity level reached its limit.]

[Insanity Level: Normal.]

[Side effects: The insanity level will increase and will make the user lost control if it handled wrongly.]

Requirements:

[2. The user must possess the characteristics of all Seven deadly sins.]

[3. The user is scared to death and weak.]

[4. The user must be magicless, with no abilities, and an unfortunate worthless individual.]

[5. The user possesses nothing but wisdom and knowledge of the present and past world.]

[6. The user must be from ANOTHER WORLD.]