I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 115:

After handing Alessia over to the emergency team, which arrived not long after my call, I made my way toward the green flares.

The recoil from the succession of Aura I used made my muscles shake and my bones scream with every step, but I couldnt afford to waste time on that now.

Because we need to end this damned thing now.

Corleone dog, die!

As I was running through the empty streets, one of the villains hiding in a building lunged at me.

Dont interfere.

I reached out and grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ground, causing him to spill a short amount of terminal fluid and lose consciousness.

There was no time to waste on such a quivering creature, so I abandoned it and continued my hasty pace.

The flare was not far from where Alessia had been.

[Jacks botanical garden]

Jacks botanical garden is a caf in a three-story building converted into a botanical garden; it was one of Area Cs specialty spots.

Just as I was about to enter the entrance, which is decorated with large potted plants, I felt a strange air current.

Its too quiet.

The explosion of flares must have signaled the arrival of the gang, but the surroundings were too quiet.

[Activate Skill: Aura Sonar]

I looked inside the building just in case, but it was impossible to see inside.

Its as if theres a thick fog that makes it impossible to see inside but it wasnt hard to guess why.

Plague power.

He uses mushrooms to scatter spores into the air.

I remembered him using it in the game to scatter the wizards tracks.

That means theres something important in here.

After checking the situation, I clenched my fists and strode confidently into the building.

The botanical garden smells of grass and humidity at the same time.

Judging by the state of my gas mask, which is emitting a faint heat, there must be something in the air.

As I move forward with caution, I see something wriggling on the ground.

Black suits and gold badges.

They were members of the Corleone organization.

From the marks and cuts on their bodies, it was clear that they had been slashed by someone.

This must be the one Bloody Clown was talking about.

I remember him nodding when I asked him if there was a villain that was equal or more dangerous than him.

I guess hes putting them in the most important places.

With flares already fired, other gang members will be gathering here.

Leaving them to clean up the mess, I walk toward the center of the botanical garden, where the acrid powder is spreading.

Further in was a giant tree bathed in moonlight or rather, a giant mushroom.

-Cush, cush, cush, cush.

A greenish mushroom that was constantly wriggling and sending spores into the air.

One look and I knew it was the culprit.

Quietly, I took Tommy out of the cube and pointed it at the mushroom but then I felt a chill run down my spine and took a step back.

At the same time, the gas mask falls off with a loud thud.

A coincidence? No, its intuition. I cant believe you can dodge my attacks with your intuition.

The voice came from behind the mushroom.

A man in a white cowboy hat steps out from behind the mushroom with a clatter.

You must be different from the ones that came before.

Seeing his attire and the knife at his waist, I recognized him at once.

White Nachal.

Do you recognize me?

A villain who eats and absorbs the souls of the mighty to grow his own power.

He was quite a nuisance, willing to do any dirty deed to kill to absorb those stronger than him.

Having him here means that.

Whoa, I huffed lightly and stood in front of him.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in amusement.

I suppose well have to make this quick, then: kill or be killed. Ill leave it at that.

With a smirk, the man draws a knife from his waistband and points it at me.

Hes still crazy.

But before I do, I have to ask: why didnt you touch those gang members lying on the ground outside?

Ah, you mean those brats? Eating them would only stain my palate.

He didnt kill them because they didnt meet his standards.

It occurred to me that I had an unnecessary conviction about the villains.

But I guess youre good enough to be my nemesis.

Really? Hearing that from a celebrity like you, I must have gotten stronger.

By the time he recognized me as an opponent, the player already had the strength of a named NPC.

It was as if the games official combat strength meter had recognized me.

Oh, and dont even think about running away. The moment you inhale a spore from this distance, youll be dead.

Hes targeting my gas mask so I cant run away. That means I have to fight to the death.

Thats so like him, I thought.

For all that, you look fine.

You mean me? Ive been vaccinated, so Im fine. Now, how about we fight each other to the death, though Im already getting my hands full.

As he said that, Nachal smiled.

I couldnt help but giggle at the sight.

Ha, still the same. Really. But what am I supposed to do, this spore thing, it doesnt seem to work on me either.

A notification floated in the corner of my vision.

[Trait: Invulnerable] is activating.

Their attacks dont work on me in the first place.

The gas mask was just to keep them off guard.

Why are you still alive? He said that even an Awakened wouldnt last long.

Guess it doesnt work on me. Anyway, Im running out of time, so a duel will be impossible.

Maybe hunting.

Hunting?

I say to the they who must be watching us, looking at the guy whos questioning the word hunt.

Well subdue and transport him.

What do you mean, hunt me?

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he grabs his sword.

At the same time, a loud bang resounds, and his body shakes.

Why does he think I would have come alone?

This was a war between the Villain Alliance and Corleone.

And as long as there was a war, Corleone was the organization that would win.

Sniping?!

You can stop a few incoming bullets, then wed better up the ante.

As I finished speaking, red dots covered his body.

Block this one too.

!!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !! !! !! !! !!!

The darkened botanical garden is engulfed in a series of flashes of lightning and gunpowder smoke.

Bullets fly from all directions, and he swings his sword, trying to parry as much as he can, but who are we to bring ordinary bullets in a situation like this?

Anti-Awakening bullets. Its a specialty with a magic stone in the warhead, so itll hurt.

Each bullet was quite expensive, beyond the reach of most guilds, but who cares.

Corleones ammunition arsenal was overflowing with them.

Lines of fire overlapped.

He may be strong, but he only has two human hands and even his abilities cant stop the violence of numbers, with only a conditional physical enhancement. It only prolongs the execution.

Ugh!

One by one, bullets begin to embed themselves in its body, and I watch as his body starts to fall apart.

I slowly raise my hand to stop the shooting as the white-robed Nachal head hangs limply.

He falls to his knees and crumples to the ground in a heap.

A moment later, Parnello walks out with a sniper rifle the size of his body and checks on him.

He looks like hes out of breath, do you want to handle it?

Parnello, having subdued him in an instant, looks at me and asks.

As per the family code, Ill show him mercy, but hell have to tell me everything he knows.Send for the technicians.

I will do as you ask, Master.I will regret not dying here instead.

I look around and see the rest of the gang, still cloaked in darkness, spreading out in a perimeter.

It looks like theyre at least half the number they started with.

Whats the situation on the other side?

Yep. Thanks to Latte, most of the remaining villains hiding inside Area C have been eliminated. At this rate, the situation should be cleared up quickly.

Thats good to hear.

The mushrooms in front of me meant that the immediate problem was solved.

I squeezed the trigger on the Tommy in my hand, disintegrating the mushroom in front of me, and the spores that had filled the area began to dissipate.

Good work Master.

Were not out of the woods yet, so lets get the wounded out of here first, and then the rest of us can-

The moment.

Bravo.

A familiar voice came from behind me, as if I had heard it before.

I didnt expect this to be over so quickly.

Turning around, I saw the white-robed Nachal clapping his hands with his limp body.

Plague.

Oooh, you recognized me right away, thats right. I am the executive of the Villain Alliance and the plague of all Plague.

The white-robed Nachal bowed toward us in an extremely polite manner, like a gentleman greeting a lady but its not him my eyes are drawn to.

A little further back, at the nape of his neck was a brilliant red mushroom.

Clown parasitic mushroom

It was the fungus he used to conceal himself and send messages.

Apparently, it was designed to secretly parasitize him from the start.

Why did you do this? There was nothing for the Villain Alliance to gain by touching Corleone territory.

I immediately asked him the question Id been harboring all along.

Why would he do something like this when he hadnt even touched Corleone in the game?

It didnt make sense to me but the words that came out of his mouth were unexpected.

Fear and warning, those are just two messages sent with respect and honor.

Ha, respect and honor. After what youve done?

Think about it. Not a single person died of the disease, did they? And the scale of the attack was very modest, even for something like this against Corleone. I didnt even consider it an attack in the first place.

Yes. It was merely to send a message.

A warning to Corleone for declaring war on the Villain Alliance.

Hes doing this as a warning?

Youre insane.

Parnello beats me to the punch.

Plague bursts out laughing.

Youre not wrong, because if anyone loves mankind like a madman, its me. Heeheehee!

He comes to a halt, his body shaking with laughter, and lifts his head to look at us.

Anyway. Im glad the message seems to have been successfully delivered, and I hope youll take this opportunity to reconsider your thoughts in Corleone, so that we can remain as inviolable to each other as we were before

I refuse.

What?

He looks at me, puzzled by my immediate answer.

Ive been wondering since earlierwhen did you decide to reject the Villain Alliances message?

He makes a gurgling sound and looks at me from an angle that I cant even attempt with my human neck.

I slowly walked towards him and said.

Im the heir to Corleone, a Hitman, the one who got us into this mess, and.

Bringing my face close enough for only him to hear, I whispered with anger and hatred in my voice.

The man who will hunt you down and kill you.

What? What does that mean?

Uh-oh

I crushed the mushroom growing on Nachals neck with my hand, and its body lost its strength and collapsed.

Wait for me, Plague.

The Vendetta of Corleone must be more than you can imagine.