Chapter 1 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)
'When did I make a move to become someone famous? Someone respected, feared and well-known in the entire world. The mob in front of me honors me as their god, raising their arms as they call out my name like a gospel. Several beautiful women surround my chair, while I am just sitting with crossed legs and waving my hand in a regal manner. I can see my citizens and loyalists shake from the honor of witnessing a simple greeting, but I can't recall the time when I started to become their leader. I just wanted to live as a businessman. Who the f.u.c.k are those people wearing black armbands with a red star? Is this what it feels like to be a dictator? I just wanted to lead a normal life... how the f.u.c.k did I end up in this chaotic dictatorial scenario? Why the f.u.c.k did I end up as the main character of a story? That dong is so loud and that stick is too long. I just wanted to become a mob character! This is f.u.c.k.i.n.g wrong!'
December 31, Present Year
11:44:25 PM
Fireworks exploded into an array of colors, lighting the night sky above Tokyo Tower, illuminating thousands of people who were celebrating the New Year's Eve below. Smiling women wearing colorful yukatas gossiped and laughed in the crowd. Everyone was all excited about the wonderful and glorious display, but there was Aljen Mura, a brown-skinned man, as an exception. He was not laughing but sulking. He watched the fireworks from a corner of Tokyo Park, with a bottle of cheap beer in his hand as tears ran down his cheeks. The moment the fireworks exploded, he took a sip and shouted some foul words.
He gazed at the sky and watched the beautiful scenery while sitting on his carpet under the cherry blossoms. He was the only person in the area. Hearing a lot of voices, his eyesight turned to the couples and friends on the bridge and loners like him on the riverbank.
He had drunk almost a dozen beers, yet he was still crying.
”Why? Why do I have to suffer like this?” he asked, taking another sip of beer. ”For this entire year, I did the best I could to impress them and exceed their expectations. But… but… they chose that beautiful but annoying, s.e.xy but stupid junior of mine. I stayed for almost ten years with small salary compared to others but she was only two years working there. Why?” he gulped the rest of his beer and then threw the empty can in the nearest trash bin. ”Fuwii, what a beautiful scenery to end this career! I saved them from bankruptcy but this is what they paid for me. Screw them! I resign! I'm going back to my homeland. F.u.c.k you, assholes!” He stood up, cracking open another beer and took a sip again. A river of tears poured out of his eyes. ”But still I love you, my love! I love you, damn company! I always loved you so much!” he wiped his face.
”Why did you do this to me? I did my best for you! I became a successful manager of that f.u.c.k.i.n.g gaming industry. Is it because I'm not compatible with the job or my performance not their liking? That I'm just a native man who luckily accepted like the others? I waited for this time to get what I wanted the most, however, it was given to another person. ” He pointed his index finger to the building, and clenched his fist with a dismayed gaze thereafter. ”I gave you my entire life to save your a.s.s, and then why? Why bitch? Why you didn't promote me as an equivalent reward for my service?” After he kicked out a can near his foot, his phone rang. ”Hello, who is it?” His voice was almost inaudible as he answered the phone.
”Mr. Mura, where are you? The chief wanted to celebrate with you.” his secretary said. And he replied with a cold response, ”I'm celebrating. Fuwii, I'm going to celebrate the upcoming New Year alone.”
”What? Sir, the boss wants you to ... to be here right away. They want to celebrate in Akihabara Branch Building with you. Also, Madam is searching for your whereabouts.” she said.
When his cell phone rang one more time, he was gonna throw it, however, when he read that the name that came up as unknown, he stopped. ”What's this? Un… known? Who might this person be?” As the cell phone rang, he thought for a second before answering the call.
'Should I or should I not?' His thought.
He wanted to answer it, however, he felt he shouldn't.
'This might be my secretary and my junior.' He clenched his teeth, hold the phone tightly and clicked his tongue. His right pointing finger hovered over the answer button, ready to click and answer the call. However, whenever he recalled them, he was reluctant to answer it.
”Whatever. I should just answer it,” he muttered while pressing the accept call button. When he put it near his left ear, an unknown voice talked to him. ”Hello, who's this?”
”Good evening and happy New Year. Is this Mr.Mura, the gaming manager of a Koalajima Co. and the one who handled Metal Tear and Godmother series the most anticipated game of the year?”
”Who might this be? Why do you know my name?” he asked with a staggering face.
”Are you interested in becoming a boss?” His question made him interested a bit, but with a mixture of hassle and hesitation.
”What? Boss?” he recalled the rumored promotion available in other rival company and thought the person he was talking with was a consultant and interviewer. ”Yes, I'm interested.”
”You mean [Mafioso]? Of course, I was the one who leads the project,” he said, punching his c.h.e.s.t once with dignity.
”Fufu~, well, I have something to ask you then. This is important so you must answer it properly.”