Wake Up As Mafia Boss - Chapter 38

The priestess and the leader of the group of assailants were on the side, talking about the new trend of clothes in the public. Both of them enjoyed the girlish-talk with each other.

On the other side, Hermes had deeply analyzed the situation they were in. He truly believed that the girl was buying them time for the children to escape from their radar. Therefore, he came out of the idea of using his demon box to absorb everyone inside.

“Slime, do you think my plan will work?” asked Hermes, gravely. “There’s only forty-six percent of chance, master,” the slime answered.

“Forty-six, huh,” he grimaced. “Master, don’t worry about it. The result ain’t that bad at all, so there’s a bit chance for you to accomplish your objective. It is according to the calculation I acc.u.mulate in this place.,” the slime consoled.

“There’s a lot of things I want to learn about the demon box, but I don’t know how to use it for combat. Damn it, this is not good. Not good,” Hermes sighed.

“Master, the soul of these people looks so tasty. Can you activate me now to eat these sinners?” the slime asked. “D, do you think I will do something crazy in this situation? I’m not that fool,” he murmured that only he and the slime could hear.

“Sir. Aljen, where should we go?” inquired Mambo. “There’s a narrow area connected to this forest. Go there and use that path for extraction. Then, jump out of the river and use the flow,” Hermes said.

“There’s only a single path, sir. They will absolutely catch up with us though,” Mambo fretted with cold sweat. “That’s exactly why we’re going to divide their attention,” Hermes convinced.

“B, brother, can we really escape from these people? I’m scared,” she shuddered. “Yes, we can. This big brother here guarantees that everyone will go home safely,” Hermes assured, pounding once a hand on his c.h.e.s.t. One winked of an eye.

July’s lips upturned and nodded with delight.

“Troy, take care of your sister, okay,” Hermes petted the little boy’s head. “Yes, brother,” Troy nodded, broad smile.

“When shall we move, sir?” inquired Mambo. “Just wait for my signal. I will raise my hand when the time is right. Don’t do anything stupid while your master is doing her job,” Hermes advised, gravely.

“Y, Yes, sir. Please, take good care of my master. She really loves you so much. I know she’s naive and clumsy sometimes, but bear in mind, she’s still a child like you. I know you’re not an ordinary boy, Sir Aljen. This is why I will leave my master under your care temporarily,” Mambo begged. “I know that. There’s no need to remind it, okay. I swear on my parent’s grave that I will protect her no matter what,” Hermes guaranteed.

“Thank you, sir. I will entrust my master’s life unto you,” said Mambo. He placed a hand on his c.h.e.s.t and bowed his head in respect.

“Hey, slime, do you think I will succeed in trapping this madman inside of the box by touching him?” asked Hermes, gravely.

The slime calculated the percentage of the success rate, and it gladly informed him of the good news.

“Master, there’s a hundred percent chance for you to trap him if you do that,” the slime guaranteed.

“Tell me, how can I possibly entrap him inside of it? Tell me the right procedure so I won’t fail,” inquired Hermes. “All you have to do is to get closer to the target and wait for the right timing to activate it,” the slime explained briefly.

“Do you think I can do it?” queried Hermes. “Yes, master. Despite the fact you’re a magicless-born user, the power of the box will be empowered through my support. We’re one body and mind, so there’s no way for us to fail. No more no less,” the slime asserted.

“Tell me the right procedure to activate,” Hermes commanded. “Let me show you through this mask, master.”

A few seconds later, the slime showed him everything he should do to use it in combat within a seconds.

Hermes clenched his fists, lips pursed. His eyes turned sharp as he slowly began to walk forward to his target.

“Now then, girl. Would you like me to buy that dress of yours?” Arak asked. “Never,” said Venus, gravely.

Arak giggled.

“C’mon girl, name your price. I can guarantee that I will spare a large amount to luzers for that,” he insisted.

Her cheeks puffed widely as she adamantly declined.

“No, never. This is a gift of my father so nope,” she declared.

“Hey, Arak,” Hermes called. He tapped his shoulder and placed his hands behind his waist after he got his attention.

The leader of the group turned his gaze at him.

“What do you want? Can you see that we’re busy here, ” replied Arak with an annoying tone. “The situation has changed, hasn’t it? Well then, allow me to show you something real quick,” Hermes said, pulling a small box out of his pocket.

Arak and the priestess looked at the box.

“Wait, is that what I think it is? T-t-the Opalnim,” he fretted. “Yep,” Hermes nodded, rolled the tiny object down from his palm to the ground.

Arak jumped away before it’s too late. The Priestess, on the other hand, tilted her head with a confused face.

Hermes pulled her next to him, and this surprised her too much. Her cheeks turned red when he covered her by hugging her.

“[Laqueum]” Hermes commanded.

The box ignited and half of the group of the bandits within the area got absorbed.

“Y, you bastard!” Arak grimaced.

“Mambo, now!” Hermes directed, pointing his index to the extraction point.

The black man nodded and he carried the children away from the danger zone. Then, he entered the path that the young Don instructed him to go.

“Damn, I thought you’re buying us some time for the children to escape, but to think you’re having a long discussion with that guy. You’re really a weird woman, Venus,” Hermes placed a hand on his forehead and heaved a sigh.

“Eh? I told you. I wanted to chat with him because he’s a fellow fashionista like me,” said Venus with a stumble tone.

“Nevermind. Run to that direction and follow them too,” Hermes instructed and pulled out his caliber 38 pistol from his jacket.

“What are you going to do?” asked Venus, worryingly. “I’m going to buy us time. It’s unfortunate that I fail to capture that Arak guy, so I have to take responsibility. Go now before those people call for back up,” Hermes discussed.

“Master, the demon box has returned inside of me. We need to go,” the slime reminded.

Hermes noticed that the priestess didn’t follow his instruction and instead, she stayed beside him.

“Venus, why are you still here? Get out of here now,” Hermes demanded. “No, I’m coming with you.”

“I told you to get away from here. Oh shit ― dodge,” he pushed her away before the ice bullet hit her.

She fell on the ground from the impact thereafter.

“O, ouch,” she said after she luckily evaded the attack. She rubbed her b.u.t.t and massaged her joints.

“This is what I want to avoid. Venus, please don’t do anything stupid. He’s only after me,” Hermes ranted. “No, please,” she stopped moving after one of the feet got a spring injury.

‘Please don’t die on me,’ she prayed.

Hermes ran away from her and called Arak’s attention to prevent him from attacking her again.

“You can run, but you can’t hide, child!” Arak cackled.

“I can run but you can die, pal,” Hermes chuckled.

“I’m not a pal but a girl. You’re disrespecting the LGBT community, child” Arak fumed, releasing a big spiral of ice magic towards him.

“I respect LGBT since my country doesn’t discriminate your race. But to be honest, you’re releasing pedo vibes to that little boy, so don’t meddle yourself to those humble people. Shut the f.u.c.k up, you freak,” Hermes argued.

This nation had a law that everyone was equal.

“F, f, freak? You’re calling me a freak now? How dare you. Take this,” Arak grimaced, shooting him with a sphere with the size of his long legs.

Despite the close encounter, Hermes easily evaded his attacks multiple times.

“Ha ha, you missed!” he scoffed.

“F, f, for real? You got some guts to mock the Great Tamer of Scily Island, child. Then, how about you meet my pets?” Arak fumed as he summoned his monsters by one whistle blow.

“Summon the Tommy gun right now,” Hermes ordered. “Yes, master,” the slime obediently followed.

The young Don returned the pistol in his jacket, and he waited for the submachine gun to appear on his hands. Then, he grabbed it tightly and locked his eyes at the enemies.

Four demon wolves appeared. They had large teeth with a size of a horn of an elephant, and their height was two meters tall than an ordinary wolf.

“Oh, shit. That’s not even funny, you gay. Fight me fair and square,” said Hermes as he shot the first wolf who tried to smash his head with his submachine gun, and he successfully repelled the next assault when he ducked his head.

He jumped onward, slid down on the slope and then, locked his eyes at the second wolf. He changed his magazine with a logo of tier 7 bullets thereafter.

“Take this you motherf.u.c.k.i.n.g dog!” Arak cursed as he kept shooting him with his offensive magic spells.

The demon wolf’s head got pierced into pieces and died instantly from the powerful impact of the bullets.

“Oh, my gosh, Richardo. You killed my Richardo. How dare you do that to my favorite Richardo,” Arak fumed and he shot the young Don with new ice bullets.

Hermes dodged the assault and he jumped on the tree before the spell destroyed the surface.

“Go, Messi, Ronaldo, and Suarez. Kill that filthy child. Kill him. Rip and tear until he’s done,” he commanded.

‘What is that? Name of the formidable and known soccer players?’ Hermes said inside his mind, curling one’s upper lip.

He tried to kill the monsters but he missed it. He changed his magazine quickly before the next assault came in.

One of the wolves used its skill of summoning a dozen small size version of it. It ordered its henchmen to attack him in every direction.

“Master, there are six on the left side and eight on the right. You need to kill the host before they took the initiative to kill you at once,” the slime warned.

Hermes reloaded his gun and he replied, “Roger. Track down the host, slime.”

“Sir, kill the one on the third one on the right side. It’s the host of all twelve cubs,” the slime advised.

“Take this, you motherf.u.c.kers!” he locked his gun at the host and successfully hit its head.

The two remaining huge wolves jumped away from their brother after it died. At the same time, the henchmen disappeared in an instant.

“Master, the wolves are going to summon their henchmen.”

“Copy,” he locked his eyes at the targets, but unfortunately, he’s out of ammo.

“Master, you have no ammo left. You need to change your weapon right now. Please open the newspaper to read the file. I’m going to initiate combat mode.”

Hermes pulled out the newspaper from his pocket and read the content.

<<Weapon 1: Mr. Tommy Gun. Magazines: Out of ammo>>

<<Weapon 2: Is available.>?

<<Do you want to summon Genesis? Caliber 45. Magazine: Seven units.>>

Hermes said, “Yes, I want it now.”

<<Affirmative.>>

<<Summoning the weapon in 3, 2, and 1.>>

His submachine gun transformed into a handgun. It was a silver pistol with a skull logo that symbolized the Archnemesis emblem on the right side. There’s also a written name, ‘Genesis’.

<< There are lesser sin spirits lurking in the area nearby. Do you want to absorb the souls to create new bullets for weapon 1?>>

“Yes,” said Hermes.

<<Affirmative.>>

<<Initializing sequence.>>

<<Analysis Completed. 200,000 lesser sin spirits have been found.>>

<<Collection Completed. The host has now gained 200,000 lesser sin spirits.>>

<<Virus Detection: Warning. The host has reached its soul capacity. The user must release or use the excess amount of soul at once or else, he will die.>>

<<Virus Detection: Soul capacity limit is 200,000 out of 50,000. The host must release the excess amount or upgrade the Armor at once.>>

“Two hundred thousands? What the f.u.c.k? Just how many bastards died in this forest? Oh, shit,” Hermes ducked his head before one of the wolves tried to behead him. He rolled down on the ground and he stood up quickly before the next wave came in.

He opened again the newspaper and read the next page.

<<Virus Detection: The host has a chance to upgrade his Slime Armor to level 2. The souls of the sinners needed are 150,000 souls. All of the souls had died from the last battle of Cartage and Old Republic of Ratican two thousand years ago. They were all rapists, looters, and murderers of the past. As the new Grim Ripper, the host must punish all of these sinners at once.>>

Hermes gulped his saliva after he read it.

<<Do you want to upgrade your slime armor to level 2? Yes or No>>

Hermes hesitated for few seconds before he commanded, “Yes, please.”

<<Congratulations: The Slime Body Armor upgraded to level 2.>>

<<Soul capacity is now upgraded from 50,000 to 250,000 for hard sinners.>>

<<Virus Achievement: Armageddon is now available. The Armageddon is an old weapon designed by the former Emperor of the Ratican Empire. It was a large canon that could destroy a whole city. Souls needed are one immortal sinner soul.>>

<<Weapon 1 is now full of ammo.>>

“Can I use it?” asked Hermes.

The newspaper melted away before he could ask for it. His veins popped out and trembled in anger.

“Don’t just disappear when I need you the most. This is outrageous!” Hermes raged.

“Master, calm down,” the slime advised.

“I told you kid, no matter what you do, you can’t escape,” Arak cackled. “Oh, really? Try this,” Hermes sassed.

He shot all of his pets into their heads, killing them on the spot. This infuriated the leader too much.

“No, my beloved pets. Unsummon [Messi]. I won’t let Messi to die. He’s the best wolf I’ve ever had. You little shit. Fight me like a man,” Arak demanded. “Now, we’re talking. You f.u.c.kin’ freak, I should be the one who should treat fairly here,” Hermes caterwauled.

“I’m a bis.e.x.u.a.l, you fool,” Arak argued. “Yuck, disgusting. You’re a freak. Freddy Mercury won’t be so proud if he learns you’re aiming for little boys. Be consistent, freak,” Hermes insulted.

“Who the f.u.c.k is Freddy Mercury, you silly bastard? Just shut the f.u.c.k up!” Arak exploded.

“Slime, summon my Tommy gun again,” Hermes ordered. “Copy, master,” replied the slime, promptly.

“Why are you running? Why the f.u.c.k are you running too fast? Stop running away,” Arak denounced.

“How long is the cooldown of the demon box?” asked Hermes. “Three minutes and twenty seconds, master,” the slime answered.

“Where’s the good place to use the demon box properly against him?” inquired Hermes. “There’s a waterfall on the left side of the Seerside garden. Two large planted oak trees are the landmark for that, and there, you will find where it is. The location is the best place to entrap him since there’s only a single path to jump away, and even he uses his barriers, it is futile since the box will still absorb him without remorse. Activate the spell when the target is closed for a one-meter range. Anyway, be careful on that spot because one mistake will kill you, master. The cliff is a hundred meters above the river,” the slime explained properly.

“Okay, I will go to the waterfalls then,” Hermes declared.

“Sir Aljen, please don’t go over there,” said Venus as she covered his back with her ice shield.

“W, what are you doing here?” Hermes worried. “I’m here to help,” she insisted.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous? Get out of here,” Hermes commanded. “No, I will stay with you. How can I even prove myself as the best girl for you?” Venus insisted.

‘Best girl?’ Hermes blushed.

Venus’s face turned red again, lips trembled.

“D, d, don’t get the wrong idea. It is just best buddies, not best wife candidate or something. No, please don’t look at me like that,” Venus spilled. “R, r, right, I know. You don’t need to correct yourself,” said Hermes.

Hermes and the priestess arrived at the waterfalls after three minutes.

“Twenty-seconds, master. The box will be available again,” the slime reminded.

“Sir. Aljen, this is a dead-end. We’re completely trapped. What should we do?” asked Venus, tugging his sleeves. “Just stay still. I will handle it. Trust me,” Hermes avowed.

“Sir. Aljen, you’re truly… truly,” Venus swooned.

In the next five seconds, Arak arrived. He’s laughing out loud.

“You silly bastard. You don’t have anywhere to go. Accept your fate,” he said, casting a powerful spell on his palm.

“Oh, really? Let’s see about that, freak,” Hermes scoffed.

“Master, you can now activate the box,” the slime declared.

“[Laquiem]” Hermes ordered. “[Al Quuma],” said Arak as he released the ice spear towards him.

“Mr. Aljen, no,” Venus squealed as she moved forward to cover him. “Venus, no!” Hermes got surprised when she pushed him away from his position.

The demon box ignited and the field was overwhelmed with one flash of powerful light.

Mambo and the kids got surrounded by the group which got trapped temporarily inside the box earlier.

When they exited from their path, the assailants appeared randomly in front of them.

“Kids, cover your ears,” Mambo instructed.

“Copy,” the twins followed and covered their ears as per instruction.

“I don’t know what happen but capture the kids. Kill the black guy!” the sub-leader ordered, pointing his weapon at the children.

“Shut the f.u.c.k up, you dirty animals,” Mambo growled as he punched one of their members by his fist.

“This black is fighting back.”

“This is why they should just stay as slaves for eternity!” the sub-leader said, angrily.

“He’s a no-name slave. Kill him,” one of the members ranted. “F.u.c.k.i.n.g racist. I have a name, you morons,” said Mambo, punching their faces one by one.

“Gaaaah.”

“Kids, stay where you are.”

“Copy!”

“Just die, blackie!”

“Shut the f.u.c.k up, whitey!”

He beheaded the henchman, “Gwaaoh.”

“No, you’ll pay for this!”

The three men attacked him simultaneously, however, it was futile. They got easily killed by one slash.

“This is why I kept reminding you guys to bring guns. But instead, we only bring swords. Guwaah, oh.” the leader of the henchmen died when Mambo appeared behind him.

“R, Run.”

“Aaaah, the captain died. Retreat!”

Mambo closed his eyes and expanded his range to identify the location of his targets. He activated his tier 5 spell, “[Gluten Propagationem]”

His eyes changed from normal to bright yellow. He disappeared from his position and all of the remnants of the Rooters died instantly one by one.

He returned to his former position and his body reached its limit. He collapsed on the ground.

“F.u.c.k, I need to recover for two minutes. Damn it, I pray Sir Aljen and master to be safe.”

“Mambobo,” Troy ran to check him.

“Mambobobo,” July followed

“Hey, kids.”

“Are you alright, Mambobo?”

‘Mambobo? Kids, what kind of name is that?’

“I’m okay. I just need some rest.”

“Where are the bad guys?”

“They escape. Oh, by the way, don’t look in that direction, okay.”

“Why?”

“Full of cowshits. It’s bad for kids.”

“Copy.”

He petted their heads, “Good kids.”