An Irish-American, he was also one of the immigrants who fled the dungeon and came to South Korea.
His ability was to make whatever he held four times as hard.
Through this ability, he joined the Calione family and even formed his own family, but...
“You violated the rules of Calione.”
One of the things you should never do if you were part of Calione.
That was drugs.
Distribution, consumption, sale, and purchase.
All of these were strictly prohibited in Calione.
“You instructed children to sell drugs, and you yourself became addicted to drugs and even manufactured them.”
This was a different level of behavior from just causing trouble or harming the local business.
Because of this act of selling drugs to obtain relics or new powers, Vito Calione, his father in the game, took action himself.
It was something that could have been handled by just sending an enforcer.
“Drugs? You destroyed my family for such a trivial reason? Just for such a trivial reason!!!”
“...Yes, you will die today for such a trivial reason.”
If it were during his prime, it might have been a different story, but now Blunti was a drug-addled addict.
A drug-addled addict was something I could handle alone.
“Damn brat! Fine, if I tear apart the only son of Calione today, let’s see how that damn brat will react!”
The aluminum bat in his hand was enveloped in a faint light.
His ability had activated.
“Such a bat. I’m not afraid at all.”
I already knew all the information about Blunti.
I had prepared the optimal situation for this.
First, I chose today, when he was having a party with drugs.
Second, I had already gained power by sparing the surrounding lackeys and using the [Trait: Baby Boss].
Third, the newly acquired [Trait: Hitman] kept me calm even in my first real combat.
Finally.
[Bloodline: Calione]
- Weaker monsters are highly likely to feel fear.
- Abilities increase in proportion to the number of surrounding enemies.
- Abilities increase in proportion to the duration of combat.
The Calione bloodline still recognized the surrounding lackeys as enemies, and the battle had already begun from the moment I entered the mansion.
Everything was going according to plan.
As I clashed my fists, a metallic sound echoed.
“Let’s see the skills of a Calione executive.”
I kicked off the ground and charged at him, and he swung his bat at me.
“Die!”
His bat drew a large arc and flew towards my head.
I quickly dove into his embrace, restricting the movement of his right arm, and headbutted him with all my strength.
“Gah!”
“It’s not over with one hit.”
I grabbed the collar of his jacket as he tried to fall back and smashed his nose again.
“Get lost!”
Blunti, who had shaken off my hand, pushed me away with his foot and shouted.
Only then did I notice his face.
Blood was dripping from his smashed nose.
“You damn brat! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!!!”
He swung his bat at me again.
I quickly raised my left arm to block it, but a bone-crushing pain followed.
Seeing my grimace, a twisted smile appeared on his face.
“You blocked it? That’s not your arm, is it?”
Blunti’s continuous attacks.
I was using my arms to protect my head, but if I kept this up, my arms would break.
“Fine! Block it! Let’s see how long you can block it!”
He widened the arc of his swing, as if to finish me off.
A fleeting moment.
I seized the opportunity, lowered my guard, and punched him in the jaw.
His body fell backward.
“Already falling? I haven’t even started yet.”
“Crazy brat.”
For some reason, the longer the fight went on, the more I felt like laughing.
No, I was already laughing.
The reason I initiated the battle before fighting Blunti.
The effects of the bloodline ability were spreading throughout my body.
One of the effects of [Bloodline: Calione].
- Abilities increase in proportion to the duration of combat.
It felt like adrenaline was surging through my body, but I calmed my breathing and suppressed my excitement.
“I’d like to do more, but... the police will arrive soon, so it’s time to end this. Get up quickly.”
Sensing the change in my momentum, Blunti started to back away, trying to escape.
Is he finally getting scared?
But it was too late for Blunti to feel fear.
“Wait! Let me see the boss! Please! Please spare me!”
Blunti, who was crying and rubbing his hands as I slowly approached him, begged for his life.
I ignored his pleas, clenched my fist tightly, and declared in a cold voice.
“In the name of Calione. Executor Eugene Calione will execute Carlo Blunti.”
Crack.
The puddles turned red from the heavy rain.
* * *
The loud sirens filled the foreign area.
A patrol car, emitting red and blue lights, sped through the rain.
The report was gunshots and an unknown loud noise from the Blunti family mansion.
“Gunfire on a rainy night like this? The Blunti family kids have gone crazy?”
Detective Kang Seolha, smoking inside the patrol car, threw the cigarette butt out the window and said.
“Sir, even if they are under Calione, isn’t this serious? Should we go alone?”
Another detective, Han Jongsu, who was driving, asked, sweating.
“Of course it’s serious! Gunshots in South Korea? If it were anyone other than Calione, the special response team would have been sent!”
To the South Korean government, Calione was such an entity.
People who don’t cause trouble without reason. Enemies that would make the government worry about its collapse if they were to oppose them.
Ironically, they were also opponents who didn’t fight each other.
“At least we can talk to them, which is fortunate.”
This was possible thanks to the existence of Don Vito Calione, known as the emperor of the underworld.
The two men, who had stopped the patrol car with a screech, stared blankly at the scene outside.
The Blunti mansion was in chaos. At the entrance, numerous bullet holes and fallen Blunti family members were visible.
“What the hell happened...”
Kang Seolha’s mind was in turmoil.
‘A Calione-affiliated family was attacked? Who the hell did this?’
No matter how despicable they were, they were still a Calione-affiliated family. Who could have done this?
As Kang Seolha and Han Jongsu got out of the car, revolver in hand, they cautiously approached the mansion.
“Sir, this really looks bad. Should we call for backup?”
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Han Jongsu asked cautiously. Kang Seolha, expressing his complex feelings by running his hand through his hair, replied.
“We need to assess the situation first! Let’s see the situation and then decide.”
Han Jongsu nodded at Kang Seolha’s words. As the two slowly approached the mansion, a middle-aged man wearing a fedora approached with a smile.
“Who is it? Detective Kang Seolha, isn’t it?”
“Don’t move!”
“Hey, you crazy bastard!”
Han Jongsu aimed his gun at the sudden appearance of the man, but Kang Seolha quickly knocked the gun away and shouted.
“Sir?”
Kang Seolha, catching his breath, looked at the approaching man and cautiously asked.
“What brings you here, Mr. Farnello?”
The second-in-command of Calione.
The right-hand man of Don.
Farnello Lamici, known as the hunting dog of Calione.
“F-Farnello?! Sir! Farnello is that person! The second-in-command of Calione—!”
Kang Seolha quickly covered Han Jongsu’s mouth and put the gun in his holster, then asked again.
“What brings you here, Mr. Farnello?”
Sweat trickled down Kang Seolha’s face, but Farnello smiled as if it didn’t matter.
“This is an ‘execution’ by Calione. The boss ordered it because there were rumors of drug trafficking in this area recently.”
Kang Seolha’s mind started to race.
Indeed, he had obtained information about drugs circulating in the Blunti family’s area among the immigrant zones for quite some time.
Initially, he thought it should be stopped, but the orders from above were different.
‘Let it be.’
Could the higher-ups have known about this? What should we do here?
Then, he saw a man lying in the Blunti family’s garden and a boy standing there, his fist covered in blood, staring blankly at the sky.
Is this boy also an executor of Calione? Then, who is the man lying there?
‘Carlo Blunti.’ It’s certain. Did this boy bring down Carlo Blunti? Who is this boy?
Suddenly, a single photo flashed through his mind.
A photo of a man covered in blood emerging from a dungeon that appeared in the immigrant zone.
And now, this boy had the same red aura as the man in the photo.
Kang Seolha’s thoughts started to piece together.
This is an order from ‘Don Vito Calione.’
The man who came with this boy is the second-in-command of Calione.
This boy must have a significant connection to Don Vito Calione.
That means...
“Sigh.”
Kang Seolha sighed, removed his hand from Han Jongsu’s mouth, and wiped it on his clothes.
“Sir...”
“Stay quiet.”
Kang Seolha, looking at Farnello, said.
“We received a report of gunshots from the Blunti family, but it seems they were just setting off fireworks.”
Farnello smiled.
“Yes, today was the retirement event for the Blunti family.”
“Sir?”
Han Jongsu looked at Kang Seolha in confusion.
“Then, we’ll report the gunshots as fireworks used during the Blunti family’s retirement event.”
“Thank you, we appreciate it.”
Farnello’s words made Kang Seolha nod and smile.
“Let’s handle the incident this way... This boy looks a lot like Don.”
“Yes, that’s right. Anyone would recognize him.”
Farnello’s words made Han Jongsu exclaim in surprise.
“S-Surely, this boy is...?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
The red aura surrounding his body.
The red blood dripping from his fist.
The white steam rising through the rain, like his heavy breathing.
Farnello smiled as he looked at the boy.
“This boy will be the new master of Calione.”
* * *
The sound of rain tapping against the window was the only thing heard in the patrol car. The two men were silently returning to the police station.
“...Sir, what did we just hear?”
Han Jongsu, sitting in the passenger seat, broke the silence first.
“Even if you saw it, it’s hard to believe, isn’t it? The son of Calione took down the Blunti family.”
Kang Seolha, saying this, took a cigarette from his chest pocket with his left hand, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
“Sigh, we’re in trouble.”
The appearance of Don Vito Calione’s son.
It was clear that his impact would cause a significant storm in South Korea, making Kang Seolha’s mind a mess.
“Let’s report the gunshots as fireworks and I’ll report the Calione-related content to the chief separately. You stay quiet.”
“...Yes.”
Kang Seolha exhaled a smoke-laden sigh.
“A storm is coming.”
Kang Seolha could see the future unfolding bit by bit.
* * *
The next morning. I opened my eyes on the bed as usual.