I Became a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 9

A man sits in a dimly lit room with only one faint light, rolling a cigarette with his fingers.

“Eugene?”

“Yes. The Young Master just left for the academy.”

“I see.”

His name is Vito Corleone.

As he naturally cuts the end of the cigarette and puts it in his mouth, the man standing next to him, Parnello, takes a lighter from his pocket and lights the end of the cigarette.

“Haah…”

Smoke from Corleone’s mouth covers the pale yellow light.

“I never expected him being capable of handling Blunte alone… Did you really not give any help?”

“Yes. I was surprised myself watching from the side. The way he emitted a red aura from his body was very similar to the boss.”

“Hmm?”

At Parnello’s words, Vito Corleone’s eyes widened as if hearing unexpected news.

“Eugene emitted Red Aura?”

“Yes, it looked similar to when the boss fights. It seems that the boss’s ability has been inherited by the Young Master.”

“My ability is inherited? Hahaha! This is truly surprising. I never expected my ability to be a hereditary power.”

The hereditary power, said to be passed down only to second-generation awakeners, is a symbol of rarity and the legacy of the prominent family.

Upon hearing the news that his own power is inherited, Corleone bursts into laughter, quite pleased.

“Hahaha! Then most of the wounds must have healed, right?”

“Muscle soreness still seems to remain, but… all the external wounds have healed.”

“Is that so? Truly, my son is impressive! Isn’t that right, Parnello?”

“I also think so, boss.”

“Hahaha! Well then, we should prepare a new gift for our Eugene.”

Corleone brushes the cigarette against the red lump next to him.

With a sizzle, the lump of meat begins to squirm and move.

“B-boss… ple, please… spare me…”

“Hmm? Is there still some strength left in you to struggle?”

“Mercy… mercy…”

The mouth of Blunte, from which a scream came out, was crushed in an instant.

“ARRRGGHHHH!”

Corleone wiped the blood from his hand on the towel next to him.

Looking at Blunte, who was sobbing while clutching his injured jaw, Corleone spoke in a calm voice.

“Blunte, Blunte. You foolish human. Why do you not know your place?”

“Ahhhhh… Hooooo….”

Corleone grabbed Blunte’s hair, lifting his head and looking into his eyes.

“Be quiet. Next time, I’ll crush your vocal cords.”

“Mmm….”

“Good. Very good. Just remain silent. Information? We don’t need that. You just have to pay the price for tarnishing my name.”

“Um, good. Very good. You just need to pay the price for tarnishing my name.”

“Mmm… mmm….”

“Parnello.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Dispose of him.”

“Yes.”

With a ‘Crack’, Parnello destroyed Blunte’s vocal cords with a whip.

Despite the shock, Blunte, who had enhanced physical abilities, couldn’t faint.

“ARHHHHHH…. Cough.”

“I’m ready. Let’s continue with the punishment then.”

Like breathing, Parnello whipped Blunte’s body as if it were nothing.

Watching from the side, Corleone sighed with a mixture of whiskey and bitterness, muttering to himself.

“I’m worried. Maybe it’s not a good idea to push too hard just because he got a new power…”

Parnello, who briefly stopped whipping as if to relieve the boss’s worries, smiles.

“I don’t think our Young Master would do such a thing. He is the boss’s son, after all.”

Saying that, Parnello recalls the weapons Eugene took with him in the morning.

When he mentions the weapon, he sees, Corleone’s body jerks noticeably.

“Oh really? He got the Chicago typewriter?!”

“Yes. I don’t know where he got it from, but it seemed like a proper item.”

“Hahaha! If it’s just that, he wouldn’t have to worry going anywhere. Parnello, I’m going back home, so please take care of things as usual.”

“Yes, boss. Please rest comfortably.”

Corleone leaves the secret room with his most valued subordinate and former defector.

The corners of his mouth were still raised.

***

“Have a nice day, Young Master.”

As usual, Han Seo-joon parked the car in front of the academy’s main gate and opened the back door.

“Thank you.”

In the midst of the black sedans parked in front and behind, there was one thing different from yesterday.

The black bag in my hand. It was my unique weapon that I would use at the academy.

“Other people will also come with all kinds of cheat weapons.”

It was the academy where future named individuals gathered.

Most of them had abundant support, so they would come with all sorts of bizarre weapons.

I also had to use my abilities and background to deal with them.

“I have to do this to surpass those guys.”

And I checked the reward for the hidden quest that I confirmed on my way to the academy.

【Hidden Quest Completed!】

[Traitor of the Organization]

[Carlo Blunte has realized the power of the artifact he obtained and is planning to collect artifacts to absorb Corleone. Defeat Carlo Blunte!]

[Reward: Midas’ Gloves]

[Unbelievable Achievement!]

[You succeeded in defeating Carlo Blunte alone without anyone’s help.]

[Reward Details]

-New Trait: Executioner

[1. Executioner: an organization that confronts enemies of the organization. When fighting against recognized enemies of the organization, physical abilities increase by 1.2 times]

[The trait evolves as an unbelievable achievement!]

-Involved Trait: Executioner

[1. Executioner: Those who confront the enemies of the organization. When fighting against recognized enemies of the organization, physical abilities increase by 1.5 times]

Perhaps because I exceeded the quest, I was able to obtain a trait that evolved by one level.

It was a trait that could be useful in organizational work, and it was a trait that had never been seen in the game before.

“Just looking at it makes me full, seriously.”

I smiled and put my smartphone in my pocket, looking ahead.

The so-called CS named NPCs are mostly graduates of this academy.

And they are expected to grow significantly in future events.

I intended to gain as much profit as possible between the organization and the academy.

Then, how much stronger will I become here?

As I thought about the golden future and smiled inwardly, a disturbing voice came from beside me.

“Even gangsters come to the academy armed with weapons. The academy is really becoming a dump, isn’t it?”

I turned my eyes for a moment and saw Jung Eui-hoon’s face, who was spinning a pure white revolver with an unpleasant smile.

“You’re an interesting one, Eugene Han Corleone.”

“What?”

Perhaps because of his background as the son of the police commissioner, he seemed to have already figured out my identity.

Well, considering the fuss we caused last night, it wouldn’t be strange if he didn’t know.

“How can you shamelessly come to the academy like this? You’re the one who had a bloodbath last night, right? It’s really amazing.”

Jung Eui-hoon said that and passed me with a whistle.

He seemed to think that his words had killed my pride.

It’s a provocation to barely call that, really…

I looked at the back of his head and smiled.

“I swear these days, even the little birds talk too much.”

“…What?”

“Oh! Did you hear that? Sorry. It’s just some talk from a foolish mafia.”

You little bird.

I said that and walked towards the academy, passing the guy who had stopped.

He wants to fight with someone like me, who has trained in the gorge?

“How cute.”

I wish he would stay this cute forever.

“New students, please register your weapons here!”

A woman’s voice could be heard from the entrance to the main building of the Academy.

A long line of students, including what appeared to be a female teaching assistant, could be seen waiting in front.

Since it was the first day of bringing one’s unique weapon, the Academy always held an event for strict management.

Therefore, there was always a long line on the first day.

Fortunately, the line moved quickly, and it was soon my turn.

“Hello.”

“Yes, welcome. May I open your bag?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

As the employee checked the contents of my bag, they looked surprised, as if they had seen something unusual.

“Oh my, a gun? Other heroes usually prefer weapons like spears or swords, rather than guns.”

“I find guns to be the most convenient.”

It was probably due to my [Trait: Hitman].

The reason why heroes did not prefer guns was simple. Compared to other weapons, guns were less efficient.

First of all, the complex structure of guns made it difficult to manipulate magic, and most of the magic that surrounded the rapidly rotating bullets was dispersed, resulting in less firepower compared to other weapons.

Therefore, heroes who used guns were usually in two categories.

Either they used simple guns like revolvers or used artifacts with history and magic embedded in the weapons themselves.

“Then, I’ll check it.”

The assistant’s eyes began to glow blue as she inspected my unique weapon.

Perhaps it was a detection or analysis ability.

After a moment, the assistant exclaimed in admiration.

“‘Al Capone’s Tommy’? What kind of artifact is this…”

It was no wonder she was surprised.

I was also surprised when I checked its abilities in the encyclopedia yesterday.

I’m sure my gun’s information was being displayed to the assistant.

[Name: Al Capone’s Tommy]

[Rank: Artifact]

[Type: Firearms]

[Description: The weapon of Al Capone, the emperor of the night who made 20th century America tremble with fear.]

【Skills】

[1. World-renowned Artifact: The owner of this artifact is a world-famous figure. It has three effects:

a. The efficiency of imbuing bullets with magic power is greatly increased.

b. The gun can be fired simply by charging magic power.

c. Durability is significantly increased.]

[2. Chicago Typewriter: This weapon fires bullets at a terrifyingly fast speed. It grants the “Fear” status effect to anyone who hears the sound of it being fired.]

[3. Mafia Exclusive: This weapon is a symbol of the mafia. If a member of the mafia wears it, their overall ability is increased.]

As I turned my head, I saw Jung Jung Eui-hoon biting his lips in the distance.

I just smiled and said, “It’s okay to go inside now.”

“Yes, thank you.”

After putting Tommy, which he received from the assistant, into my bag.

I passed by Jung Ji-hoon, who was standing there with a blank expression while carrying it on his shoulder.

Thinking back to the expression he had just made, I felt like laughing.

“Oh? Eugene!”

As I walked down the hallway of the academy, someone called my name from ahead.

When I looked behind me, the ‘Glasses’ I had seen on the deserted island was waving his hand.

“Oh, Glasses.”

“Glasses?… Come to think of it, did I not properly introduce myself? I’m Kim Young-jae. Thanks for yesterday.”

Is the kindness I planted on the island finally coming back?

I didn’t know he would react so quickly, but I smiled brightly for now.

“Yeah, I’m Eugene.”

I shook his outstretched hand and we walked into the classroom together.

“The thing in that bag is a ‘Unique weapon’?”

“Yes. And are yours a ‘Fountain pen’?”

“Huh? How did you know? Normally people can’t tell at all.”

He chuckled and looked at the fountain pen in his breast pocket.

“Just a feeling. I guess you’re not ordinary either…”

I said that, but I already knew who he was.

“Kim Young-jae, the conductor of elements.”

In Mid-game. He was called by the nickname ‘Fountain pen’ because of his appearance, swinging a fountain pen in the air and manifesting all sorts of magic.

Whenever we met in the game, he would annoy me with various elemental attacks, but now he was someone I could recruit as a teammate if I followed the Academy route.

My smartphone vibrated in my pocket.

It seemed that information about Kim Young-jae had been added to my encyclopedia, possibly fulfilling some specific conditions.

“Oh, you’re here!”

As I entered the classroom with Kim Young-jae, I saw familiar faces I had seen yesterday.

Some of them had bandages on them, as if they had been injured, while others looked unscathed.

And Kim Se-ah, who was smiling at us, now, seemed to belong to the latter group.

“I’m really grateful for yesterday.”

Kim Se-ah came up to me with a bright smile.

It seemed that Kim Se-ah, like Kim Young-jae, felt grateful towards me.

“Thanks to you, I was able to return to the academy without being late. Thank you.”

Finally, I could see that the other guys, except for Kim Se-ah and Kim Young-jae, were also looking at me with kindness.

“Don’t mention it, you guys seem to be doing well too.”

“Yes? Did you, by any chance, see us after you left the island?”

Kim Se-ah, asked in surprise, but I just shrugged my shoulders, and sat down in the seat I had sat in yesterday.

The empty seats began to fill up one by one.

Judging by their exhausted looks, they must have had a hard time yesterday.

“You! You!”

Then, there was someone who came towards me, trembling with anger.

A guy with Blond hair and a piercing, a blond troublemaker.

“So you took the helicopter and left me behind yesterday? You traitor!”

“I did, so?.”

The guy who introduced himself as Jin-woo Bevalt.

When I checked yesterday, he had clearly escaped by boat, right?

Yesterday, it seemed that he had also used a GPS to find his way to the island, just like me.

“If you can call a helicopter to an uninhabited island, how much money do you have at home? Who the hell are you?”

Jin-woo suddenly changed his gaze and asked me about my identity.

“Golden spoon.”

I gave him a vague answer and looked at my smartphone, which was vibrating.

[(NEW) Encyclopedia Open]

[Jin-woo Bevalt]

It was an encyclopedia entry about the blond troublemaker.

“Oh, you’re still ignoring me and reading something like Wiki?”

Since it seemed that he still couldn’t see the encyclopedia entry on the screen, I felt relieved and…

[Name: Jin-woo Bevalt]

[Affiliation: Bevalt Family, under the Corleone]

[Description: The Only Son of Bevalt Family boss, Antonio Bevalt. He has inherited his father’s exceptional hitman skills but not his calmness. He has been struggling financially since entering the academy recently.]

I thought he was just a member of the Bevalt Family when I heard the name Bevalt, but he seems to be a direct descendant.

There are so many variables in this world of CS except for the main character, so I have to know.

How much more information do I not know about this damn world view?

Antonio Bevalt must have been an NPC who appeared as a famous hitman.

But I never thought that this punk would be his son.

I glanced at him and he was still looking at my smartphone with a stupid face.

“An egg-laying mammal? And even Dokdo? What the heck are doing seeing articles like this. Huh?”

A guy who speaks naturally.

I haven’t seen his abilities yet, but it was difficult to ignore the information in the encyclopedia.

“Why do you want to be friends with me?”

When I asked him that, he put his hand on my shoulder and said.

“Well, because you look rich? The second reason is, um… Just because? Something about you seems familiar.”

The first reason seemed to be the bigger one, but it didn’t seem too bad to me.

Actually, the more greedy someone is for the money, the easier they are to use.

Well, I’ll have to give him some training.

“Then, Jin-woo Bevalt. Do you want to spar with me at the sparring match today?”

“Spar? What, fighting with friends to get closer to each other? Isn’t that what it is? My father also said that most of his friends were made by fighting… But Isn’t that too old-fashioned?”

A look of not understanding why he had to do that.

I decided to give him a reason.

“I’m planning to create a club. I thought it would be great if you joined us.”

“A club?”

“If you win, I’ll make you the manager, and I’ll be your subordinate.”

He looked like he couldn’t understand the sudden talk of a club.

“Why should I join a club and be a manager?”

This information was very appealing to him.

“Don’t you know? In the academy, the club manager receives a basic salary of 10 million credits per month as an activity fee.”

“10 million c-credits?”

Gulp-. Jin-woo Bevalt gulped with a surprised expression.

“Okay, sure. I’m in!”

The guy who accepted the proposal eagerly as soon as money was mentioned tapped my back a few times and smiled brightly.

“Hey, don’t worry. Do you think I would beat someone who’s joining my club to death? I’ll hit you just enough to not hurt too much.”

… What kind of confidence is this?

“Just keep in mind that if you lose, you’ll become my subordinate.”

“Why are you already worried about that? You can’t win. I’m looking forward to it?”

Saying that, the guy laughed and went back to his seat, playing with his smartphone.

Alright, the bait is properly hooked.

Now I’m thinking about how to handle this guy when Se-ah, who was sitting in front of me, suddenly turned around.

“Are you really okay? Do you know who that guy is?”

Se-ah whispered like it was a secret, covering her mouth with her hand so he couldn’t see.

Se-ah’s expression was deadly serious.

“Hmm? Is he famous?”

“Yes! He’s a member of the Corleone organization, and there’s a rumor that even crying children stop when they hear his name.”

Crying children stop when they hear a member of the Corleone organization, where did they hear such a baseless rumor…? Well, I don’t need to mention that I am the successor of that organization.

“Jin-woo Bevalt has been famous for taking down noticeable villains since high school. He may look like a bully, but he’s not an easy opponent.”

While whispering like that, Se-ah looked at Jin-woo Bevalt with a fleeting glance.

Soon her eyes met, and she gasped and quickly turned her body around again.

If he has taken down noticeable villains, he must have basic combat sense.

“I guess I should properly evaluate him.”

Will he be good enough to be my subordinate?