Chapter 12 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (2/2)
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.]