I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 54

The sound of explosions, screams, and each person's shouts made this place nothing short of a battlefield.

"Eat this, you damn bastard!"

"You too, eat a lot."

I thrust a Tommy into the chest of the guy who rushed at me to shoot an arrow, capable of firing dozens of rounds per second.

'That damn bastard killed Hyunjong!'

'Keep shooting! Keep shooting so he can't do anything else!'

The guys who were spread out wide to surround me eventually faced a situation where they dispersed due to the continuous explosions and containers flying around.

Even amidst that, the freshmen I had put in to fill the numbers were gradually retiring.

The situation now was nothing short of a melee.

It seems like they are hurriedly gathering members now, but just the guys I've taken care of, including the one just now, are two.

Considering the guys that other members took care of, I thought that at least six or more must have retired.

But perhaps because I'm the only one exposed, the guys still haven't stopped attacking me.

Arrows and daggers flying from all directions.

I was dodging them by running between the containers, but I couldn't keep running away like this forever.

Above all, was Youngje's magic power starting to run low? The frequency of explosions was gradually decreasing.

Since I had fired off so many explosive magic spells, which consume the most magic power, over the last 10 minutes of sparring, I was rather grateful for holding on until now.

"Die, you damn bastard!"

A Ranger appeared from above and threw something at me.

As I twisted my body to dodge, a green smoke with a pungent smell rose.

"He got hit by the poison!"

So, it was poison after all.

Upon closer inspection, I could see that the guys had started wearing masks at some point.

I never thought they would bring poison into an all-out war.

It really felt like something the Ranger Club would do.

[Trait: [Immune to All Poisons] activated.]

Well, it's useless against me anyway.

But since the poison smoke was blocking my vision, I kicked off the ground and leaped, spotting the guy who had thrown the poison bomb at me.

"Bu, he should have been paralyzed just by smelling it!"

Though his expression wasn't fully visible due to the mask, his eyes showed he was quite surprised.

"It was certainly bitter."

With those words, I landed towards the guy, grabbed his face, and slammed him into a container.

The sound of his head hitting the container──! echoed crisply through Incheon Port.

At the same time, a thicker red aura rose.

Looking around, I saw the Rangers who had come to celebrate after hearing I got hit by the poison.

"Why, surprised because I'm too fine?"

If they were going to use poison, they should have used a good one that can pierce through [Immune to All Poisons].

Well, there's no way those Bronze Club guys could get such a poison, though.

As I was about to sweep away the gathered guys with the Tommy in my left hand, I heard the sound of the wind being cut from behind.

It was the guys behind me shooting arrows to keep me from doing anything else.

If I pulled the trigger now, I would get hit by an arrow.

As I was about to duck to avoid it, I felt the wind brush past my hair.

"Too late."

With a smirk, I pulled the trigger instead of dodging.

Sweeping the air with the Tommy like sweeping away the corpses of bugs, most of the guys fell or started hiding under the containers.

There was no pain in my back.

Because the guy standing behind me had deflected the arrow.

"Boss. Did you wait for me?"

Jinwoo flashed a mischievous smile with a cheeky voice.

"How many did you take down?"

"Me? Only four guys with white name tags like us."

"......Looks like you weren't just playing around."

"Do you think I would come to an all-out war just to play?"

The one who had undergone the most significant change over the past four days of training was, of course, Jinwoo.

'I decided to get trained by our old man.'

Was it because we were facing a sparring match that would decide the fate of our club?

The guy who always stayed in the club room until the end because he didn't want to go home, at some point, told us that.

The rumor that Jinwoo was the son of the Vivaldi Family's boss had spread openly around the academy, so it didn't take long to understand what he meant.

It meant that Jinwoo was being trained by his father, the legendary hitman of Calione, 'Antonio Vivaldi', who is also the boss of the Vivaldi Family.

When I asked why he suddenly thought of doing that, Jinwoo spoke as if it was nothing.

'My ability is a bloodline ability inherited from my father. I didn't think there was any way to grow more here. I felt a lot during the sparring with the boss last time...... So, I told the old man I wanted to get stronger, and he surprisingly agreed right away.'

After hearing that story, I could roughly guess. 'Antonio Vivaldi' had figured out information about me.

I thought he might have learned about me during the executive evaluation, but judging by Jinwoo's reaction, it seemed like he hadn't told him about my identity.

He probably wanted to show respect for me in his own way.

'Or maybe he wanted to play a prank on Jinwoo.'

Anyway, Jinwoo, who had trained his bloodline ability under 'Antonio Vivaldi', showed an unimaginable growth rate, and before long, he could perform the role of a perfect vanguard, not just a simple assassin.

"Boss. Shall I take care of the back?"

"Just don't get knocked out by a stray arrow."

"No way."

Arrows started flying at us from all directions.

But before they could reach us, they lost their power and fell to the ground as if they had hit a wall. Seeing this, the Rangers were confused, and we didn't miss the opportunity, charging at the enemies in front of us.

"Everyone, draw your daggers!"

Was there at least one smart guy among the opponents?

Realizing that arrows were ineffective, the guy shouted, and the others drew their daggers, preparing for close combat.

But logically thinking.

There's no way we, as archers, would lose in close combat.

As I rushed at the guy, I put the Tommy into the cube and threw a punch at his face.

"Hyaak!"

The guy tried to block my punch by raising his dagger.

If I were an ordinary person, my fist would have been split in half, but unfortunately, I am a martial artist wearing relic-grade gloves.

I crushed his face along with his dagger.

Just the fact that there was no interference from the rear allowed me to move so freely; it made me realize that fighting multiple opponents alone is not a good idea.

I glanced back.

"You, you're the guy I sparred with. Nice to see you again."

"You crazy bastard!"

"You know I'm crazy, so why are you messing with me? Die!"

......There's no need to worry.

Once he gained the ability to defend against most ranged attacks, he became a living disaster for the Rangers.

It seemed like there wouldn't be any dangerous incidents for him in this all-out war.

By the way.

"There were guys using poison bombs. If they throw something, immediately create a wind to blow away the poison mist."

"Huh? Was that poison mist earlier? Thanks."

Jinwoo, who was shaking the unconscious guy by the collar, nodded at my advice.

"Die!"

At that moment, a guy who had risen from below aimed his bow at me and appeared.

But perhaps because he had already seen his comrades brutally crushed in front of him.

I had already pinpointed his location through the fear he emitted, so I caught the arrow flying towards me, spun around, and thrust it straight into his chest.

"Now, about eight left."

With that number, I judged that Youngje and Seah wouldn't need to hide anymore.

"Seven. I just took care of one."

Seah and Youngje emerged as they opened the closed container box.

"Where are they?"

"One on top of that tower crane, two below, and three near it are on standby, and the rest... are all watching here. Well, Kwon Suhyeop is probably..."

Isn't he on the tower crane?

Seah, who said that, reaches out toward the tower crane.

"...Can you do it?"

Since I had a rough idea of what she was trying to do, I cautiously asked, but she clenched her fist with a confident expression.

"Of course, didn't I train for this moment?"

And at the same time, something extraordinary happened.

Seah, who realized through the last sparring session that she could hack the field and change the terrain.

Although Ji Soohyun's mana was added at that time, the fact that she could interfere with the field using spatial magic was a great gain, so she focused on reviving that sense.

As a result.

"Got him."

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The tower crane where the guy was located came right up to our eyes.

Shukuchi.

Seah's original magic that folds the terrain to shorten the distance by merely interfering with the field, not hacking and mixing it.

The expressions of the Rangers, who were wary of us, turned to shock at the sight that seemed to distort reality.

"Youngje, blow it up."

"Today, it feels like... we're really terrorists."

Youngje, who extended his fountain pen toward the tower crane, muttered.

"Brillante.(Gloriously.)"

The head of the tower crane exploded, and a pitch-black figure emerged from within.

"Crazy bastards!"

Despite being the president, the guy wrapped his body in magic power to protect himself from the explosion's aftermath, but immediately shot an arrow at me.

"How dare you attack our president with such a move? No way."

Jinwoo, standing in front of me, deflected the arrow.

Meanwhile, the guy who landed where his subordinates were, glared at us and shouted.

"Anyway, those guys must have exhausted their magic power in the early stages. We, who were waiting from the start, have the advantage!"

Ah, is that why they were hiding until now?

Using freshmen and weaklings to wear us down, then finishing us off themselves?

"Ugh...! Hahaha! This is ridiculous. Were you really hiding for that reason?"

Laughter burst out of me without realizing it.

No, I couldn't help it. If they were really saving their strength for such a reason, they must be expecting a lot right now.

'We can win!' they must be thinking.

I release the [Bloodline Ability: [Calione]] that I had been suppressing.

A crimson aura instantly engulfed the surroundings.

"Sorry, but that's not going to happen."

At the same time, the aura spread out as if dominating the surrounding space, slowly gathering and then suddenly converging like blood seeping into paper.

"You're not the only one who was saving their strength."

I have been pondering this for a long time.

What is the essence of [Bloodline Ability: [Calione]]?

In the game, Vito Calione had enhanced his equipment with his own aura.

The game described his ability as follows.

In the past, he single-handedly blocked the monsters that overflowed from the dungeon.

He had only a rusty knuckle. With just that, he protected his people, his family.

It is said that Vito Calione's hands were stained red.

It is said that it was the blood of monsters.

It is said that it was Vito Calione's own blood.

Thus, the red-stained blood became the symbol of Calione.

[Activate [Bloodline Ability: [Calione]].]

In this world, a symbol means power.

Just as items used by those who wrote history become relics.

Just as the stories of those who wrote history become myths.

To me, there is the history of Vito Calione.

There is the blood of Vito Calione.

There is the power of Vito Calione.

I am now.

A symbol of Calione.

[Bloodline Ability: [Calione] dominates [Midas's Gloves].]

The ability connected by my blood inherits my father's myth.

The black gloves are stained red as if soaked in blood, and soon transform into the shape of red-stained knuckles.

(N)[Bloodline: Calione]

-Monsters weaker than the user have a high chance of becoming fearful.

-The ability increases in proportion to the number of surrounding enemies.

-The ability increases in proportion to the duration of the battle.

-(N)Dominates and enhances the user's equipment and skills.

"...What the hell is that? What... are you trying to do!"

The guys around Kwon Suhyeop had long since fled in fear from the middle.

The only one left was a rookie whose legs had given out.

"Nothing."

I just raise my fist to protect the family.

It is said that people would call this the victory of Familia.

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[Total War concluded. Total War concluded. Familia Club, victory for the Familia Club.]