Wake Up As Mafia Boss

Continuing on, Hermes passed the melting corpse on the side and entered the next passage. There, he found a path connected to the sewage area of the village.

The smell was so bad that even the rats inadvertently passed by died due to lack of oxygen.

Thankfully, the slime activated its anti-chemical mask and created a small portion of the oxygen tank on his mask.

Hermes cautiously checked his shoes to prevent himself from stepping on the water, which was contaminated of chemicals and other human waste materials from above.

"Master, I sensed four sinners on the next lane. Please be careful. I don't think they are friendly," the slime alerted. "Okay, I got it. Thanks. Notify me if we're almost two meters close to these people," he commanded, decreasing the speed of his movement.

The young Don crouched his way to the next lane and the sound of the people crossed his left ears.

"Master, we're only four meters away from their position. Why did you stop?" the slime asked. "I, I have a bad feeling about this. I don't think we can get closer," he answered nervously.

His face started to sense a disturbing aura from these people.

"Slime," Hermes hesitated. "Yes, master. What do you want me to do?" the slime inquired. "I want you to examine those men. Analyze their status and find out what kind of weapons they are carrying," Hermes ordered, gravely.

The slime began its investigation without a single word, and it quickly used its power to scan the people on the other side.

"Analyzation completed. Four men are High Elves. Age: One thousand and eighty years above. Status: Hostile," the slime said in a robotic tone.

Hermes gulped his saliva and took a breath.

"High elves? What the f.u.c.k are they doing here?" he asked angrily. "I don't know yet, but I don't think we need to approach them like the others. High elves are a high-class race during the Ratican Era. They are the barbarian race living in Siberia but since they found out that the place in Italia is the best place to live in, they decided to migrate here. Not only that, the Ratican Empire welcomed them with open arms because of their incredible knowledge about magic and science," the slime explained promptly.

'I, I don't get it. This is not part of the plot!'

"Hey, I thought the high elves extinct during the purge. Why are they still living in this world?" Hermes queried. "I, I still lack the right information regarding this topic, master. But still, I truly believe someone from the subordinates of the Emperor decided to them live. Or maybe, they tried to transform themselves as a human being to coexist with the humans," the slime theorized.

"May I know why the Empire decided to wipe their race?" Hermes inquired. "Hmm? Because only humans matter the most. Only the human race should rule the world. Before the colonization of the New World, Asia, and Africa began," the slime gladly answered.

Hermes's face turned blue upon hearing it.

"A, are you serious?" asked Hermes with a stumble tone. "Of course, master. By the way, it is not only the thing the empire wipe them out," the slime added.

Hermes's face turned serious and carefully listened to its explanation.

"What do you mean? Enlightened me," he asked. "The high elves are considered the most drastic, unique, and powerful existence in the world. They have a leader who is considered the high lord of hell. Some historians of the other race called their master, the Wizard of Gehenna, the Dark Lord of Dark Tower, and the Great Demon Lord," the slime pointed out.

'Wizard of Gehenna, the Dark Lord of what and Great Demon - who? This is nuts!'

"Wait a second, Gehenna? I think I heard that word from someone," Hermes rubbed his jaw when he comprehended the word. But when he's almost remembered it, an ice arrow interrupted him.

"Master, look out!" the slime warned.

"F.u.c.k this shit!" Hermes ducked his head and avoided the next attack.

He rolled over on the next lane and entered the sight of the four men.

What appeared in front of him was the four huge men, wearing a black cloak with a white mask. They had a symbol of an old Celtic tribe of the long ears and black skull.

"S, second root, huh," Hermes muttered as he looked at their symbol.

'They are wearing the same clothes of that bastard. I might be weak, but I'm not stupid to think about it. I'm hundred percent sure they are members of the same group,' Hermes clenched his fist tightly.

"W, who are you, intruder?" the Captain asked, his long ears almost revealed because of the blast.

"Oi, high elves, let me make this quick. Why are you alive in this world?" asked Hermes, angrily.

"H, high elves. Pfff, w, w, we're not, intruder," the Captain denied.

"Captain, that man is wearing the same mask of our target," one of his brethren whispered in his ears.

The Captain smiled upon hearing it.

"W, Wonderful surprise. To think we're the luckiest group among our organization," the Captain chuckled, holding his belly with joy.

"Master, this is bad. They identified you," the slime said. "I, I know," Hermes whispered with a cold sweat.

The three men scattered and surrounded him, whilst the Captain folded his arms across his c.h.e.s.t with a smiling face.

"Aljen the merchant. We never expected to see you here. Are you lost?" the Captain crowed with a mocking question. "Naah, I'm just taking short sightseeing here in the sewage area, but I didn't expect to find out that there were four high elves lurking around in this garbage area. Say, what are you guys doing here anyway?" Hermes shrugged his arms listlessly.

"Oi, Aljen the merchant. You are in no position to question us here," the Captain pulled out his sword and thrust its edge at his face.

"Hey, slime, do you think we can win?" asked Hermes with a low tone. "Of course, master. We can. I'm just waiting for your call. I can't wait to absorb their souls and converted them into raw materials," the slime simpered.

'Y, you sadistic creature. Man, I feel sorry for these people,' Hermes's face turned wrinkled.

"Aljen the merchant, come with us," the Captain demanded.

Hermes gasped but he carefully managed to maintain his composure.

"Why?" he folded his arms across his c.h.e.s.t. "Because we're ordered to bring you alive by our liege," the captain answered.

"May I know what's benefits will I get once I follow you guys?" Hermes inquired. "As I said before, you are in no position to demand and question our motives, Aljen," the Captain licked his sword and cast a spell on it.

"Slime, what is the spell to activate the demon box ability?" asked Hermes quickly. "Umm, the word is ―"

'Nevermind. I remember.'

"[Laquiem]" Hermes cast the spell.

The four people disappeared from his sight in a blink of an eye.

"Master, you're truly a magnificent tactician," the slime praised.

Hermes shrugged his arms and sighed.

"How long should it take before the skill run out?" he asked. "Only five minutes minute, master," the slime responded respectfully.

"Hmm, the smell of the sewage has gone. Wonderful," Hermes cheered.

Suddenly, he found a long black bag on the side.

"What is that thing over there?" Hermes pointed his index at the object. "It's a human body, master," the slime answered casually.

"H, human body?" Hermes gasped in shock. "To be precise, it is a child body," the slime added, happily.

'W, why are you happy about it?'

"Oh, my gosh, master. I can't believe we have a free meal in a single place. There are twelve child bodies around here. Those pedophiles must be disposing of their bodies here to hide them from the authorities," the slime simpered.

"Wait for a second, this is connected to the kidnapping case of the village, huh. Unbelievable, this is unacceptable," Hermes stomped the ground once, angrily.

"Master, can I eat them before the four elves return?" the slime begged, earnestly. "Why do you want my permission about this matter? Do it if you want to," Hermes placed a hand on his forehead and heaved a sigh.

"Thank you very much, master!" the slime chorused.

The bags suddenly melted into dust and disappeared after the slime absorbed their souls.

Hermes heard the cries of the innocent souls before they vanished.

"Y, yummy! Delicious! The taste of the innocent children who were violated by the sinners is really delicious," the slime whooped.

Hermes held his emotion, lips pursed

'W, w, what a monster. He really doesn't care about their lives at all.'

"Master, do you want to play with the lives of those elves? I can use the demon box to create a battle royale game. We can create a wonderful death game with a cruel setting. The rule is simple. Kill or be killed. The one who luckily survived will return to this world again," the slime suggested.

"W, wait a minute, but the skills will run out within five minutes though," Hermes commented. "Yes, that's why they need to kill each other within two minutes," the slime giggled.

'H, holy shit, this slime is an egotistical creature. I'm lucky to have him at my side.'

"What happened next if they failed to comply with your instruction?" asked Hermes. "Whether they win or not, they will die eventually. No one will even see the sunrise tomorrow, master. Why? Because there are mere ingredients for your world domination," the slime gravely declared.

It's voice terrified the young Don.

"Master, what's wrong?" the slime worried. "N, nothing, I'm fine. Do it if you wish to. Enjoy the show however you want," Hermes quickly moved his feet and searched for the exit.

"Thank you very much, master. I'm so happy that you're still the vicious lord like the old times!"

Inside the demon box, the battle royale started. The cries of pain, despair, and betrayal echoed the place. Believing they won't be able to return without killing each other. In the end, the Captain stood victorious who was covered with the blood of his companions.

They were all friends for a thousand years. But unexpectedly, they suffered the worst death ever.

"I, I will live. I'm gonna avenge you all, my friends!" He cried out loud.

But little did he know, he's already dead. His eyes turned blank and his body collapsed lifelessly.

"Elves' souls taste fantastic!" the slime commented after it separated his soul from his wounded body.