Chapter 2 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)

Aljen tried to recall the events where he was talking to the self-proclaimed God. He decided to call him - Stump G as a mockname to the person responsible for his transfer to the game world. He was infuriated at his own face in the mirror because Hermes Archnemesis was the character he was seeing as his reflection.

”Why him? Why him? There are a lot of goddamn characters in this game but why him? Curse you, Stump G! If I ever see your face, I will smack it into pieces. You hear me? I will smack you!” Suddenly, someone knocked thrice on the door.

”Boss, are you alright?”

”Who might you be ?” he asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

”Oh my, boss. What a surprise, you don't even recognize my voice? I must have had too much alcohol last night that my voice sounds a bit hoarse. But anyways, greetings, my beloved boss. It is me, Justin. Your personal head butler, at your service.” he replied, bowing his head, speaking with respect as he slightly opened the door half. Only his hair was caught by Hermes' sight.

As for the young boy, he couldn't accept the reality he was facing. But for now, in order to avoid unpleasant circ.u.mstances to happen unexpectedly, he must act as the real Don of the game. Although he was in an unbelievably ridiculous setup, he must prioritize his own safety by deceiving the butler. As if he was the real Hermes right now.

”Umm, uh, sorry, Justin. I was just angry about something. Sorry about that,” Hermes explained as he took a sit on the chair next to him.

”Boss, may I come in?” Justin asked.

”Yes, you may. Please proceed.” A young black-haired man entered his room, wearing a black suit and trousers. His hand, covered by white gloves, closed the door as he went in. His pair of green eyes with brown flecks searched for the other gentleman.

”I'm here, Justin.”

Justin placed a hand on his c.h.e.s.t and heaved out a sigh of relief. Facing his boss was like facing God in its physical form. His life was solely devoted to serve his boss until the end. The deep sigh he produced was the impact of his self-imagination that he was approaching his almighty leader in his own dark authentic appearance. In his own mind, he was showing his dark aura - but technically, there was no such thing behind the young boy's back.

”I'm alright, Justin. Don't worry about me.” Hermes irritably pushed him away. The butler instantly made a step back and kneeled in front of him. Hermes was astonished but kept his facade.

Justin, relieved, let out a sigh once again, and murmured. ”I'm glad, you're alright. There are no signs of a deadly curse in your body.”

”Hey Justin, get up,” he asked, waving a hand which Justin took, with the wrong idea that his boss was asking for his hand to be held. ”Just don't even try to examine my body. Wai-”

”But boss,” Justin held his right hand and kissed it while maintaining his position. ”... as the butler of the Archnemesis family, I must ensure your safety and health. If you get cursed, I must dismantle it. If you get severely injured, I must heal you immediately. If you get hurt, I must find the person responsible and torture him to death.” Hermes just gave in and tried to compose himself even if he was a little bit embarrassed by his butler's caring nature. He didn't realize there was a character like him existed in this game. He then tapped his butler's right shoulder twice, showing a deep sense of satisfaction at his service.

”Boss,” his eyes sparkled as he looked at him directly. Justin lowered his head and took his boss' hand off his shoulder. ”Oh Don Hermes, you're the last heir of the Archnemesis family. I won't let any harm to put you in danger. I will suppress the enemies and won't let anyone escape again... alive.”

”Lift up your head and … and.. you're a good man but don't do that again”.

Justin was confused by his master's words that he mistakenly thought his words 'don't do that again' meant his works of suppressing his enemies and unable to catch the survivors didn't please his boss during the last raid.

”But Boss, this is how I must act. The only person you most trust. The only servant who let himself stay with you for such a long time and stayed behind until the end. Although my salary is low, I won't even leave you behind like the other servants.”

The butler's last words caught Hermes' attention.

”Aah, regarding that... ” Justin saw the time in the clock. ”Boss, it's almost time for breakfast. Let me help you dress up... ”

”No need,” said the young boy who took a step back after immediately standing up from his seat, his arms embracing his upper body which made the butler baffled.

Every morning, he was always assisting his boss to dress up because his boss didn't know how to do it. But now, he was looking at the face of someone who didn't like to be touched by him, he felt sad. Sad because he became someone who knows how to dress on his own. Sad because he won't be able to touch his boss' frail body.

”Boss, are you sure you don't need my help?”

Hermes nodded twice, his lips pursed.

”Boss, you don't want me to dress you up?” His eyes were burning in despair but the young boy didn't feel pity.

”No, I can handle myself.”

”I, I, I will leave right now.” With a heavy heart, Justin stood up, turned around and grabbed the doorknob, ready to make his exit of the room.

”Hmm... Where are you going then?”

”Boss, you're so funny. Of course, in the kitchen. I will be going and prepare your breakfast.” He bowed down before gently closing the door behind him.

After the butler left , Hermes went back to his own predicament: How the f.u.c.k did he end up inside this character's body and how the f.u.c.k did he get transferred in this world by that self-proclaimed God. Hermes tried to recollect the basic information of the whole game.