It was just another dull day at his job. As a civilian with no kin and no government to care for people like him, civilian #3207 got used to all the trashy things that life threw him. He worked at a restaurant as a cook and fed people on an empty stomach. The restaurant didn't pay him very well, but it helped him cover the rental of his shitty apartment in the shadier part of the town.
It wasn't uncommon to see a body or two lying around somewhere in the alley. The residents here knew better than to meddle in the affairs of the underworld. If they lived in a claimed territory, the easiest thing to do was send a report to the protecting family and wash their hands off the case.
Today, it was colder than usual. Winter was arriving, and civilian #3207 sighed. The grey skies mirrored his mood very well. As usual, the customers were being difficult. How could there be roaches in soup? Someone must have put it in deliberately as an excuse to start a fight. However, because of petty tricks like this, he had to suffer another pay cut. Life was unfair, but there wasn't much a powerless one like him could do.
"Mew!"
The familiar cry from the alley made civilian #3207 smile. He might not have a name, but that didn't mean he couldn't name others.
"Hello, Celine! I'm sorry I don't have much for you today. I just got cheated of my pay again by some troublesome customers who put roaches into the soup I spent six hours brewing. Here you go!"
He placed some dried sardines that he saved from getting thrown out as leftovers on the ground. Celine might be a stray, but she was better cared for than a person like him. The calico beauty attacked her food immediately as civilian #3207 watched. Sometimes, civilian #3207 wondered if his life would be any different if the mafia didn't rule the world or if he was born into one of those criminal organisations that ruled society.
Celine ate happily, and civilian #3207 felt his stomach growl. He hasn't eaten anything since morning and had a long work shift. Thankfully, he was a cook and even with leftover ingredients, he could whip something up.
Halfway through feeding Celine, civilian #3207 heard something moving.
"What's that?" he asked and carefully got up. It sounded like dinner. Celine turned around and quickly ran away, making him laugh.
"You're a cat! Why are you so afraid of rats in the alley?" he shook his head and walked over. He might be lucky today. There was no meat in the leftovers, but he could still make it a nice meal if he managed to catch this rat in the alley.
As civilian #3207 walked closer to where he last saw movement, the smell of trash and something metallic grew stronger in the air, stinging his nose. The cook frowned. This didn't smell normal.
As he got closer, he squinted. It was getting too dark to see anything, but when he tripped over something, civilian #3207 cussed. He felt like he sprained a wrist trying to break his fall and cursed his luck. A cook's hands were his life! That rat was definitely stew tonight after going through all the hassle.
The light in the alley was dim. Many clouds were covering the rising moon. Yet, a chill breeze blew the clouds away, and under the dim moonlight, civilian #3207 finally understood what caused him to trip. Lying in a slippery pool of blood, the leg that the cook tripped over belonged to a corpse. Civilian #3207 put a hand over his mouth to suppress his screams automatically. While it was common for corpses to be found in this district, he'd never really encountered one before.
Slowly regaining his wits, civilian #3207 moved over hesitantly and held a finger beneath the man's nose. Shakily, he withdrew it and looked at the man's torso. No, the man wasn't dead. The mysterious stranger had one foot in the grave, and his injuries were severe, but he was still very much alive.
"I should not get involved," he told himself and was about to leave the alley. Logically, this was the best thing to do. He should also report the suspicious man to the authorities.
However, his feet would take him no further when he reached the alley entrance where the abandoned dried sardines were. Celine was no longer here, and he couldn't find the rat he thought he would catch for dinner. His clothes were covered in blood and filth from the fall, and his wrist had to be sprained. It was a shitty day for him, but it would be an even shittier day for that man in the alley if civilian #3207 left him there.
Growling in frustration and back-tracking, civilian #3207 went back to the alley and carried the unconscious man, taking a secluded route back to his dumpster of an apartment. Call him naive or stupid, but civilian #3207 just couldn't pretend to not know. Since fate brought him to this man, he might as well do some good and earn some good karma points. Who knows if they would be helpful in his next life?
Once he was back at his apartment, the cook dug out some bandages and alcohol from under his sink. He was no stranger to injuries and had all the basic supplies. Yet, this man looked like he needed a little more than first aid.
"Whatever. It's up to him if he makes it. I'll only do what I can."
Messily, civilian #3207 got to work and cleaned the critically wounded man up. He looked like he was stabbed in the chest. The knife wound was starting to fester, and the cook cringed. Desperate times called for desperate measure. The man was already starting to develop a fever, so he heated his cooking knife with his lighter. He would have used the stovetop, but he hadn't paid his gas bills in three months. Thankfully, he had a salvaged induction cooker that the restaurant no longer wanted because of a spoiled non-stick coating.
"I'm sorry. This is going to hurt for a bit but please bear with me!" civilian #3207 apologised and stuffed the man's mouth with a rag before pressing the red hot metal onto the man's wound.
The man screamed and passed out from the pain as the smell of burning flesh filled the apartment. Civilian #3207 wasted no time and worked quickly, cleaning the wound and bandaging the stranger. For now, the man was out of danger.
It was way past dinner time, and after the adrenalin faded, the cook started to feel light-headed.
"Better make dinner then take a shower," he sighed and got to work. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to catch any rats earlier. He didn't know if this stranger would be waking up soon because of how much blood he lost, but the cook didn't want to overthink.
Expertly, civilian #3207 whipped up a meal and took a shower.
While in the shower, the sound of running water woke the wounded guest. At first, the man couldn't understand where he was. Then again, it didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. Some poor naive civilian must have found him and taken him in. The civilian must be in the shower by the sound, and the hitman checked his gun. The bullets were still inside, and his phone was still working. It hasn't been that long from the time he was stabbed and the time he was saved. After the blood loss and the hellish pain of searing his flesh close, the hitman felt weak. Yet, there was unfinished business. His saviour must have seen the tattoo on his chest when he seared the wound shut. It didn't feel right killing a good man, but it was better to be safe than sorry in the underworld. This man had to go. He couldn't allow the secrets of the anti-mafia forces to be revealed.
Civilian #3207 hummed a merry tune. Even if today hadn't been the best, he felt happy knowing that he did some good for this crappy world. What he didn't expect was to be ambushed in his own home in nothing but a towel on his waist after a shower.
The cold barrel of a gun rested on his head, and the cook froze. In all his 24 years of life, Civilian #3207 never thought that doing good would result in such a bad ending.
"As a parting gift for saving my life, I'll teach you one last lesson," the hitman held his gun firmly even though he was having difficulty standing. "Do you know why the cat who had nine lives still died in the end?"
No. No! This shouldn't be happening!
"I saved him! Why is he trying to kill me?" Civilian #3207 made a dash for his door, but his shaking hands failed to unlock it.
The sound of the gun getting loaded in the background made the cook regret everything. In a desperate attempt to escape, his eyes darted to the window, and his legs were already taking him over. Sadly, no man could outrun a bullet.
BANG!
The dull sound of a body dropping to the ground matched the timing of the fallen bullet shell as the hitman sighed, slumping onto the floor with a sheen of cold sweat soaking his bandages. He still looked deathly pale, but that didn't stop him from moving or talking.
"Because curiosity killed the cat. Arrivederci. Sleep well and pray to the God who'd forsaken us that you'll be in a happier place. You're a good person."
With difficulty, the hitman inched his way over to where the body was, closing the lifeless eyes as a sign of respect for his unfortunate saviour. Once he recited a quick prayer for the civilian's soul, the hitman pulled out his phone. There was still work to be done.
Unfair. This was too unfair! What did he ever do to deserve such a death? All civilian #3207 wanted was to live a meaningful life. He always tried to do the right thing even if the world continued to wrong him. He always believed that if one person persists with the act of kindness, eventually someone else will be touched by the act and pass it on. All it took was a spark to light the forest ablaze, or so he thought.Drifting through time and space for an unknown amount of time, civilian #3207 wondered what he would do now that he was dead. There were no more customers to serve, no more bills to pay. No more starving nights, no more living in fear. No more worrying about paying his bills or if his landlord was going to evict him.For the first time in his busy life, civilian #3207 was bored. There was absolutely nothing to do in the afterlife.“Civilians are humans too! Why does God favour the mafia over civilians? What have I done wrong? This death
Celine, no, God didn’t have to kick him twice! The first time, there was no pain. The second time, it hurt like crazy. Shouldn’t God be a little more caring about his soul before sending it back to Earth?“You’re finally here!” a young voice greeted, and civilian #3207 turned around. The child that he saw earlier in the milky way! What was he doing here?If civilian #3207 heard himself, he would definitely blame God for that kick. Of course, the kid would be here! They were twin souls. God already said that this child’s ability was weak, and he was here to assist his twin soul brother to succeed as the next Godfather. Naturally, civilian #3207 would never pass up the chance to become someone capable of improving lives!In-person, Zen Taro looked no older than fifteen and was on the shorter side. He was scrawny, had fluffy chestnut brown hair and didn’t look like a young master of a mafia family. His warm brown eyes
For some reason, Zen felt as if he’d slept for a very long time. While he was somewhat stiff, he felt more rested than he ever remembered. The mattress beneath him was also soft and smooth. Did his bed sheets ever feel this smooth? Wasn’t it itchy and scratchy after so many washes that it looked more like a rag?Bolting upright, Zen snapped back to reality. That’s right! After that speech, they were transported into the VR game where only a hundred would live.“If I made it, that means four hundred have died…”The number of deaths seemed weightless to Zen. After all, he didn’t see their bodies. People were born to die, and they die every day. These four hundred were just unlucky, and Zen didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. Now that he was within the top hundred who made it, he shouldn’t throw this chance away. There was much to be done.First, he needed information.The ro
Zen wanted to cry. The invigilator at the cafeteria taking meal orders looked like he ate children for breakfast. Initially, Zen wanted to ask if there was a way he could have a discount. Even if he drank tap water and risked a stomachache, the 300 credits will only last him one meal.The cheapest food item was that ugly tuna and cheese sandwich slapped together by some other invigilator. It costs 200 credits. The can of cola was the most affordable drink item, and it costs 150 credits. A regular set meal costs 500 credits. This was going to be impossible. Anyone ranked 90 and below wouldn’t be able to afford to eat with the skyrocket prices!“Uh… do you have any leftovers I can have?” Zen grinned awkwardly at the stone-faced invigilator who observed him with a cold, calculating look.“No leftovers. If you cannot pay, go away.”Zen made a face. “Possible to get a discount? I’m on a very tight budget here?&r
There were some real monsters in this school. Zen found out that not everyone had accurate rankings. The more famous individuals didn’t show their full potential in the starting game. It was a wise decision, and those individuals were the ones Sasha advised Zen to stay clear off. They were simply too dangerous to handle.“They’re usually within the top 20 for the benefits. Class A and Class B are very far from our reach, even for me. If you see them coming close, run away. Immediately. Understand?”Zen nodded. So far, Sasha told him about the three scariest students in the academy. The first was “Death Princess” who was currently ranked 5. The second was a crazy psychopath, better known as the “Terrorist”, who ranked 11. The third was a blind and effeminate man with the nickname “Seer”, ironically. He was ranked 9.“Do you have their character profiles card?” he asked, and Sasha shook her he
Nobody who saw the Seer smile ever lived to talk about it. Yet, as unbelievable as it was, Liu Feng was seated beside Sasha with a very contented look as Zen took his order. The sniper almost fainted when Zen didn’t immediately do as told. Instead, he demanded something in exchange.“My character profile card? Sure. I have nothing to hide so you can see it first.”===Name: Liu Feng (Wind) “Seer”Age: 18Abilities: Bone CrushingCredits: 9,200Items: NARank: 9===Zen raised a brow. “Bone crushing? What kind of skill is that?”Then, he paled. The title of “Seer” and rank 9 belonged to one of the three monsters in the academy that Sasha told him to be wary of before they came to the kitchen. Why was one of the three terrors acting like a coy kitten, sipping on oolong tea before him?Liu Feng was surprised to know that someone in this academy didn&
“An omerta is a verbal promise similar to the “Oath” ability of a Godfather. However, it usually takes three people or more to make an omerta valid. Assuming that you and the Seer are the parties involved in the vow, I’m going to be the observer of this vow. The vow can only be rendered invalid in one of two ways. The first is if there is a mutual agreement to nullify it, and the second is to kill the observers before taking actions. You usually make a vow and state a sacrifice if you break the vow.”Liu Feng was more interested in Zen now. The child grew up as the third young master of the Taro family. Why did he not know about the omerta? The Taro family must be hiding a lot of secrets. In that case, they must have really sent Zen to this school, hoping for his death.“I’ll start. Liu Feng, second heir to the Lau Triad Family, vow to take Zen Taro under my protection from this moment forth. If the omerta is broken, I will cut
After a quick shower, Zen crashed onto his bed. He was exhausted after a long day, and the adrenaline was finally wearing out. Several years ago, Zen wanted to open his own restaurant. To think that his dream would finally be fulfilled in the least likely places! He fed a total of fifty people because, after a while, the word got around and even the invigilators wanted in even though they did not have character profile cards to show. Instead, they traded a meal for some of their interesting stories or tips for better survival odds. Zen had never felt more grateful for his civilian upbringing.“Let’s see, I have 600 credits to spend. I don’t want to waste it all on any character profiles. Besides, my big brother and big sister should know most things about the other participants even if I don’t. I need to review my game highlight clip before anyone else’s!”Logging into the system, Zen entered the home lobby of the VR game. It was hig