The Callione mansion located in the Incheon Foreign Area.
Under the name of Callione, which represents darkness, there were people hidden just like the earth shadows that hide from the sunlight under the shade.
"From now on, we will begin the suitability review for Eugene Han Callione as a cadre."
In the first conference room of the Callione mansion, dozens of family bosses had gathered, visiting the mansion solely for today.
"Considering that the subject of this review is Young Master Eugene Han Callione, the heir, I, Falnero Lamici, will serve as the chairman in place of Don Vito Callione for this matter."
As Lamici tapped the gavel to signal the start of the review, everyone in the room began to tear open the envelopes in front of them and read the contents inside.
"The documents in front of you detail the activities of 'Eugene Han Callione' since he was designated as the heir. I would appreciate it if you could refer to them."
As they began to read the contents, a mix of emotions started to burst out among them.
"Wow, the one who punished Blunt was Young Master?"
"Suppressing Blunt alone...? Blood runs deep, I guess."
"The evaluation from the enforcement department is quite impressive. It says he is already performing the role of an enforcer..."
Amidst the mix of admiration and surprise, there was one person who was uniquely confused.
"Young Master is the vice president of the academy? And he formed a club in just one day...?"
Antonio Vivaldi, the boss of the Vivaldi family who had come for the review, could not hide his shock. This was a story he had heard many times before.
'This... This is the story my son told me...!'
His son, Jin-woo Vivaldi, had just entered the academy. Despite Antonio's insistence that he attend the successor classes, Jin-woo had always refused, saying he did not want to become a mafia boss. So, Antonio had sent him to gain more experience.
What kind of stories did he always come home and tell?
"Father! I met a strange guy?"
"Father, am I handicapped? The duel ended in one go... That guy, he's something else."
"Father! I joined a club. What? What club? I don't know, it's a club our boss created. He wouldn't do anything stupid, right?"
"Why do I call him boss? Because he beat me...! And, I think that guy will do something big."
"Our boss's name? Eugene...? I don't remember clearly. I just call him boss all the time."
But who would have thought that this Eugene was the heir of Callione and the successor of Don Vito Callione, 'Eugene Han Callione'...!
'I thought the name Eugene was common, but who would have thought that the damn guy would be under Young Master...!'
Of course, Antonio Vivaldi did not dislike Eugene. In fact, he rather liked him.
Vito Callione was his long-time friend and his boss, and Eugene, Vito's son, was like a nephew to him.
So, his reaction was purely out of surprise.
Antonio glanced at Falnero, who was presiding over the meeting.
Falnero Lamici. He would not be unaware of such facts.
Their eyes met in the air, and Falnero smiled and nodded, indicating that he would explain everything after the meeting was over.
"Falnero, may I ask one question?"
One of the bosses sitting in the meeting room raised his hand and asked.
"Of course, go ahead."
"To be honest, it's hard to believe that Young Master did all this on his own."
He said this while reciting the contents written on the paper.
"Only a few days after starting the successor classes, he punished the Blunt family as an enforcer, blocked the Triad's entry, and even succeeded in negotiating with them. Are you saying he did all this without any help from others, solely by his own power?"
At his words, a few other bosses began to nod.
The contents were indeed beyond imagination.
Even if the punishment was believable, becoming the vice president of the academy and forming a club in just one day was unprecedented.
Was the title of 'vice president of the academy' so easily obtained?
However,
"Yes, I swear on my name, 'Falnero Lamici,' that all of this was accomplished by Young Master's power."
In front of the name of the man who had written the legend alongside Don Vito Callione for over a decade, such doubts were meaningless.
"Very well, I will believe it."
"If Falnero says so, I will believe it."
Falnero's oath was not taken lightly.
He was the most incorruptible, pure, loyal, and trustworthy person.
That was Falnero Lamici, who had devoted his life to Callione for the past dozen years.
"Seeing your expressions, I believe we can proceed with the vote without any issues."
After observing the expressions of the surrounding bosses, Falnero nodded and picked up the small wooden hammer in front of him.
"Let's proceed with the vote. Those who agree with the promotion of 'Eugene Han Callione' to cadre, please raise your hands."
Everyone raised their hands simultaneously.
'Unanimous.'
All the cadres had raised their hands, believing that Young Master would not come to their areas.
"Unanimous. I hereby declare that 'Eugene Han Callione' is officially a 'cadre' of the Callione family from this moment on."
Falnero smiled and tapped the hammer three times.
Thus, Eugene Han Callione became a formal cadre of Callione.
"...Is this kid causing trouble again?"
While he was looking at his smartphone, he sighed, seemingly unaware of this fact.
* * *
[The Ranger Club]
A rare combat-oriented club in Bronze, it also specializes in taking on requests to procure materials from the field for support clubs.
Because of this, many students who cannot join higher-level clubs try to join the 'Ranger Club' in Bronze to boost their performance.
In the group chat of Familia.
Someone who had checked the information posted in real-time by Se-ah and Young-je clicked their tongue.
"Am I going to lose to a bunch of kids who just joined to boost their performance? No way."
Inside the 'Recipe Development Club' room.
Jin-woo Vivaldi was sitting in a chair, looking at his phone while the club members were cooking behind him.
"Jin-woo, please try this. Does the seasoning seem right?"
"Freshman, please taste this."
"Mine is the least spicy, so try mine first!"
"Whoa, ladies, calm down. My stomach is still spacious."
Jin-woo Vivaldi.
He was feeling the greatest happiness of his life right now.
"To think someone would try to bully such a wonderful club... Don't worry, seniors. As long as I'm here, they won't be able to do anything."
Jin-woo came to the 'Recipe Development Club' at Eugene's request.
To the members of the 'Recipe Development Club,' Jin-woo, who had come to protect them, was like a drop of rain in a drought and a future comrade.
Perhaps because of this, Jin-woo, a freshman who had just entered the academy and claimed he would protect them, was seen as nothing more than cute by the club members.
Of course, Jin-woo, who was unaware of this, only felt that
'...This is heaven!'
The beautiful women in aprons, cooking with happy smiles, were all older than him.
To have these older sisters feed him the food they had made themselves...
It was a paradise-like situation in the academy, and he was happily accepting their food when
"Ah, good smell. Are you cooking?"
A man with a bow on his back entered the room with a smile, and the atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold.
"Who are you? The 'Recipe Development Club' is not accepting outsiders."
The sudden appearance of the man, who had ruined the very happy situation, made Jin-woo frown and glare at him.
The man, who looked puzzled by the sudden appearance of a new character, stepped into the room and stood in front of Jin-woo, tilting his head.
"A freshman? What business does a freshman have here? Could you be a new member of the 'Recipe Development Club'?"
"...It's none of your business."
Noticing the bow on his back, the outfit suitable for activities, and the machete at his waist, Jin-woo realized that this man was from the 'Ranger Club.'
"If you have no business here, leave."
Eugene had ordered him to protect the 'Recipe Development Club.'
With everyone's safety being the top priority, Jin-woo tried to resolve the situation verbally, suppressing his anger as much as possible.
But the man, still smirking, said,
"Come on, I didn't come all this way just to leave."
He pointed to the food Iseul was holding.
"Iseul, that looks delicious. Give me a plate. I just came back from hunting in a nearby dungeon, so I'm hungry."
Jin-woo, who was frowning at his natural demand for food, suddenly realized that someone behind him was trembling.
Iseul, who was hiding behind him, was shaking. Jin-woo realized his mistake. From the moment the guy entered the room, the girls were not safe.
And he realized what he had to do.
Moreover, everyone here...
"Hey."
Jin-woo clenched his fist and approached the smirking guy.
The man, puzzled by Jin-woo's sudden advance, saw Jin-woo raise his middle finger at him and said,
"Is this your house? Go eat at home, kid."
"...What?"
Jin-woo Vivaldi. In front of women, he became infinitely strong.