Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I Became the Academy Mafia, Chapter 8Carlo Blunte.

An Irish-American, he too was an immigrant who had come to South Korea to escape the dungeons.

His ability was to make whatever he was holding four times harder.

Through this ability, he entered the Calione Family and created a Family of his own, but...

“You broke the rules of Calione.”

One of the things that must never be done if you belonged to Calione.

That was ‘drugs.’

Distribution, consumption, sale, purchase.

All of these were strictly forbidden in Calione.

“You ordered children to sell narcotics, became addicted to drugs yourself, and even manufactured them.”

This was on an entirely different level from merely having a rotten personality or causing damage to the surrounding businesses.

Because he sold drugs to obtain relics and items that could grant him new power, Father, Vito Calione, had personally stepped in during the game.

Even though merely sending executioners would have been more than enough.

“Drugs? You did all this to my Family over some shitty reason like that? Just because of something like that!!!”

“...

Yeah, and today you’re going to die for that shitty reason.”

Maybe it would have been different in his prime, but the Blunte of today was an addict rotted by drugs.

A drug-crazed junkie was more than manageable by myself.

“You damned little brat! Fine, if I tear Calione’s one and only Young Master apart today, let’s see how that damned bastard reacts!”

Hummm. The aluminum bat he was holding became wrapped in a faint glow.

His ability had probably activated.

“That little club of yours. It doesn’t scare me at all.”

I had already memorized the information about Blunte.

I had built the optimal situation in preparation for exactly this scenario.

First, I chose today, when he would be partying with drugs.

Second, I deliberately left the small fry around us alive beforehand, gaining strength through [Trait: Baby Boss]

.

Third, the newly acquired [Trait: Hitman]

kept my mind calm even though this was my first real battle.

Lastly.[Bloodline: Calione]

- Monsters weaker than you have a high chance of becoming afraid.

- Your abilities increase in proportion to the number of enemies around you.

- Your abilities increase in proportion to the duration of combat.

The blood of Calione still recognized the surrounding small fry as enemies, and the battle had already begun from the moment I arrived at this mansion.

Everything according to plan.

When I slammed my fists together, clang! The sound of metal striking metal rang out.

“Let’s see what a former Calione executive can do.”

At the same time, I kicked off the ground and rushed toward him, and he also charged at me while swinging his bat.

“Die!”

His bat flew toward my head in a wide arc.

I quickly slipped inside his reach, restricted the movement of his right arm, and smashed my head into him with all my strength.

“Khaak!”

“It won’t end with one.”

I grabbed the collar of the man trying to fall backward and once again, then once more, crushed the area beneath his nose.

“Get the fuck away!”

Blunte knocked my hand aside and shouted as he kicked me away.

Only after the distance opened up did I get a clear look at his face.

Blood was dripping from his crushed nose.

“You fucking bastard! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill youuu!!!”

Once again, he charged at me while swinging his bat.

I quickly raised my left arm to block, but along with the sensation of my bones ringing, tremendous agony struck a moment later.

Seeing my expression twist, the corners of his mouth distorted into a grin.

“You blocked it? Isn’t that your own arm?”

Blunte’s attacks poured down continuously.

For now, I was blocking with my arm to protect my head, but if this kept up, it felt like my arm would break.

“Yeah! Keep blocking! Let’s see how long you can keep it up!”

Apparently intending to finish it, he widened the arc of his arm.

It was truly a momentary opening.

Without missing that gap, I dropped my guard and drove a fist into his jaw.

His body toppled backward.

“Already falling down? I haven’t even started yet.”

“You crazy bastard.”

For some reason, the longer the fight dragged on, the more I felt like laughing.

No, I was already laughing.

The reason I had stepped forward and started fighting before battling Blunte.

The effect of my bloodline ability was overflowing through my entire body.[Bloodline: Calione]

One of its effects.

- Your abilities increase in proportion to the duration of combat.

It felt as though adrenaline were surging from every inch of my body, but I calmly regulated my breathing and suppressed my excitement.

“If I had my way, I’d keep going longer... But the police will be barging in soon, so I should wrap this up. Hurry and get up.”

Perhaps sensing the change in my presence, Blunte began slowly backing away as though trying to escape.

Only now was he starting to get scared?

But it was far too late for Blunte to feel fear.

“W-wait! Let me meet the Boss! P-please! S-spare me!”

Blunte rubbed his hands together and cried as I slowly approached him.

Ignoring his begging for his life, I clenched my fist so tightly that there was not even the slightest space left inside and declared to him in a cold voice.

“In the name of Calione. Executioner Eugene Han Calione. I will execute Carlo Blunte.”

Crack.

The puddle formed by the pouring rain was dyed red.

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Loud sirens filled the Foreign Area.

A patrol car raced through the rain, flashing red and blue lights.

The report had been of gunshots and unidentified explosions coming from the Blunte Family mansion.

“Gunfire on a rainy night like this. Have those Blunte Family bastards lost their minds?”

Detective Kang Cheol-ha, smoking inside the patrol car, said as he tossed his cigarette butt out the window.

“Senior, even if they’re guys under Calione, isn’t this one serious? Is it really okay for just the two of us to go?”

Another detective, Han Jong-su, who was driving beside him, asked while sweating nervously.

“Of course it’s serious! Gunshots in South Korea? If it were anyone other than Calione, the Mobile Strike Unit would’ve gone!”

That was what Calione was to the South Korean government.

People who did not cause trouble without reason. Enemies that forced the government to worry about its own collapse if it tried to oppose them.

Though ironically, that was also why neither side fought the other.

“At least those guys can be reasoned with.”

Of course, even that was only possible because of the existence of the man called the Emperor of the Underworld, Don Vito Calione.

Screech

- With that sound, the two stopped the patrol car and stared blankly at the scene outside the window.

The Blunte mansion was a complete mess. Countless bullet marks covered the entrance, and members of the Blunte Family lay collapsed on the ground.

“What the hell happened here...”

Kang Cheol-ha’s mind began to reel.‘A Family under Calione was attacked? What kind of crazy bastards would do that?’No matter how shitty they were, they were still a Family of Calione in name. Who the hell had dared touch them?

Thinking that, Kang Cheol-ha and Han Jong-su got out of the car, drew their revolvers, and carefully stepped into the mansion.

“S-senior. I think this is seriously screwed. Shouldn’t we call for backup?”

Realizing the situation was anything but ordinary, his junior, Han Jong-su, cautiously asked. Kang Cheol-ha ruffled his hair as though expressing his complicated feelings and answered.

“We at least need to know what happened first! Haa... Just the situation, let’s just check the situation first and decide then.”

Han Jong-su nodded after hearing Kang Cheol-ha’s words. As the two slowly walked toward the mansion.

“I was wondering who it was. If it isn’t Detective Kang Cheol-ha.”

A middle-aged man wearing a fedora approached with a pleasant smile.

“D-don’t move!”

“You crazy bastard!”

At the man’s sudden appearance, Han Jong-su aimed his gun, but Kang Cheol-ha quickly slapped it aside and shouted.

“Senior?”

Haa, haa. Kang Cheol-ha steadied his startled breathing.

Then he looked at the man approaching him and carefully opened his mouth.

“Mr. Parnello, what brings you here?”

The second-in-command of Calione.

The man called the Don’s right hand.

Parnello Ramici.

Commonly known as Calione’s Hound.

“P-Parnello?! Senior! If it’s Parnello, he’s that guy! Calione’s Hou──mmph!”

Kang Cheol-ha quickly covered Han Jong-su’s mouth and holstered the gun in his other hand before asking again.

“Mr. Parnello, what brings you here?”

Cold sweat trickled down Kang Cheol-ha’s face, but Parnello seemed unconcerned as he smiled pleasantly.

“This is a Calione ‘execution.’ There have recently been rumors that drugs are circulating in this neighborhood, so the Boss gave the order.”

Hearing that, Kang Cheol-ha’s mind began spinning furiously.

It was true that they had received information quite some time ago about drugs circulating through the Blunte Family’s territory in the immigrant district.

At first, he had thought they should stop it, but the instructions from above had been different.‘Leave it alone.’Could it be that the higher-ups had known about this? What exactly were they supposed to do now that they were here?

Then his eyes fell upon a man lying collapsed in the garden of the Blunte mansion and a boy standing nearby, staring blankly up at the sky with blood covering his fists.

Was that boy also one of Calione’s executioners? Then who was the man lying there?‘Carlo Blunte.’There was no doubt. Had that boy defeated Carlo Blunte? Just who was that boy?

Then suddenly, a single photograph flashed through his mind.

A photograph from the past of a man leaving a dungeon that had appeared in the immigrant district, his entire body covered in blood.

And now, the same red aura surrounding the man in that photograph was rippling around that boy.

The pieces began falling into place in Kang Cheol-ha’s mind.

This was ordered by ‘Don Vito Calione.’

The man who came with that boy was Calione’s second-in-command.

That boy must have some major connection to Don Vito Calione.

Which meant...

“Haah.”

Kang Cheol-ha sighed, removed the hand covering Han Jong-su’s mouth, and wiped it on his clothes.

“Senior...”

“You stay quiet.”

After saying that to Han Jong-su, Kang Cheol-ha looked toward Parnello and spoke.

“We came after receiving a report of gunshots from the Blunte estate, but apparently they must have been setting off fireworks.”

Parnello smiled at Kang Cheol-ha’s words.

“That is correct. There was an event today for the Blunte Family’s retirement ceremony.”

“Senior?”

Han Jong-su stared blankly at Kang Cheol-ha.

“In that case, we’ll process the gunshot report as fireworks used during the Blunte Family’s retirement ceremony.”

“We would certainly appreciate that.”

After hearing Parnello’s words, Kang Cheol-ha nodded and chuckled.

“Then we’ll handle the incident that way... That boy looks very much like the Don.”

“You mean that gentleman? Yes. Anyone would recognize it from that appearance.”

Han Jong-su spoke in surprise after hearing Parnello’s words.

“D-don’t tell me that boy is?”

“Yes. That is correct.”

The red aura rippling over his entire body.

The red blood running down his fists.

The endless white steam escaping through the rain as though expressing his ragged breathing.

Parnello smiled as he looked at the boy.

“That gentleman is the one who will become the new master of Calione.”

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Inside the patrol car, only the faint sound of rain striking the windows could be heard. The two were silently heading back to the police station.

“...

Senior. What exactly did we just hear?”

Han Jong-su, sitting in the passenger seat, was the first to break the silence.

“You saw it yourself and you’re still doubtful? Calione’s son smashed the Blunte Family.”

Saying that, Kang Cheol-ha took a cigarette from his breast pocket with his left hand, placed it in his mouth, and lit it.

“Haah, we’re seriously screwed.”

The appearance of Don Vito Calione’s son.

The repercussions would undoubtedly stir up a massive storm in South Korea in one form or another, leaving Kang Cheol-ha’s mind a complete mess.

“For now, process the gunshot report as fireworks. I’ll separately report the Calione-related matters to the chief, so you keep your mouth shut.”

“...

Yes.”

Haah. A smoke-filled sigh escaped Kang Cheol-ha’s mouth.

“Things are about to get crazy.”

Little by little, Kang Cheol-ha could see what was coming in the future.

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The next morning. As usual, I opened my eyes on my bed.

“...

Has my body recovered to some extent?”

Last night, my entire body had ended up covered in wounds from the intense battle, and Parnello had brought me home.

And as if they had anticipated a situation like this, the moment I arrived, people with healing abilities rushed in and began treating me. As a result, I experienced the miracle of all the wounds on my body healing in a single day.

The current time was 7:30 in the morning.

Fortunately, it seemed I had woken up before I needed to leave for the Academy.

“Are you awake, Young Master?”

At that moment, Parnello’s gentle voice came from beside me.

Apparently, he had stayed by my side while I slept.

“Parnello. Blunte? Is he dead?”

Parnello shook his head at my question and answered.

“No. He is currently being confined in one of our warehouses, and the Boss intends to finish things himself.”

“...

Really?”

When I raised myself from the bed, tremendous agony struck as though every muscle in my body were screaming.

So only the external injuries had been healed.

“You do not need to overexert yourself, Young Master. Shall I contact the Academy separately?”

Parnello spoke in a worried tone, but I shook my head and endured the pain as I stood up completely.

“This much is no problem. Thanks for worrying about me.”

“That is a relief. Ah, come to think of it, something arrived for you, Young Master.”

Parnello said that and pulled something heavy-looking out from beneath the bed.

“While we were cleaning up the Blunte Family mansion, a man gave this to me, saying it belonged to you.”

What Parnello handed me was a fairly large black bag.

“The gunsmith from the gun shop asked me to deliver it. He said he wanted to repay his debt.”

After hearing Parnello’s words, I took the bag from him.

Through the slightly open zipper, I could see dark black chunks of metal.

“You found yourself a fine weapon, Young Master.”

“Right?”

I returned the same smile to Parnello as he spoke with a grin, then set the bag down on the floor.

For Parnello of all people to say something like that, I was already looking forward to seeing how everyone at the Academy would react.