I Become a Mafia in the Academy

To be honest, I owe this insanity entirely to Parnello.

My opponent was the head of an organization and even if I’d had a few days of succession training, I couldn’t guarantee a one-on-one fight.

However, in this case, it was very simple.

Standing next to me was none other than Corleone second in command, the Hunter of Corleone.

It was to hold back my laughter while he was behind me but thankfully I had [Talent: Hitman], so it must have been even more intimidating to him.

“I’m done, Master.”

I was the first to leave the room and get some air when Parnello walked out, wiping his hands on a handkerchief.

“Tough job. What happened to the Triad guys who came with them?”

“They’re all cleaned up, too.”

This was Corleone after all.

In that short time, he’d already cleaned up everything.

“Judging from his behavior and demeanor, it’s likely that the Triad sent him away as a discarded hand. If the Triad’s boss was capable of normal thinking, he wouldn’t have sent him here.”

“I’m thinking the same thing. They’re far too low-level to have been sent to Corleone.”

In other words, the Triad wouldn’t move if we dealt with them here since these men were merely a sacrifice to appease Corleone’s anger. However, there was one thing they had overlooked.

“This attitude will only earn our wrath.”

If the Triad boss had come to Korea himself and shown my father respect, apologized, and offered proper compensation, their lives might have been spared, at least.

Corleone would not forgive a dog for baring its teeth, but they would not take his life if they bowed.

“Very well, that’s the way it is with Corleone.”

“By the way, have you heard from father?”

My father said he had been watching all this from his study. Surely he would have contacted Parnello by now.

Parnello nods and smiles wryly, as I’m not wrong.

“Yes, to elaborate, he said that the master would feel ashamed……to put it mildly, but that it was good enough to pass.”

What do you mean, shame…….

Apparently father has been singing my praises to Parnello a lot.

“He also told me to look forward to an upcoming executive meeting and that you can expect another award for this job.”

“That’s enough to make me wonder if he’s putting me through the wringer just to give me something…….”

“I guess that means he loves you so much that he’s willing to pretend he can’t win.”

This, of course, is a pretense of humility.

“Only if Parnello says so…….”

As I muttered that and turned away, I could see the sun peeking over the ridge.

“It’s ……already getting close to morning.”

“I see.”

“I’ll go give the Don a full report, and since you’ll be attending the academy soon, you should rest a bit, and perhaps the business will be finished before you leave.”

I could tell from those words alone that Parnello was hoping to speak with my father in my absence.

Normally, I would have asked him if I should go see father first, but Parnello was adamant that he wanted to make the report himself.

“Thank you for your consideration, Parnello.”

Parnello smiles wistfully as he leaves, and only when he’s out of sight do I make my way to my room.

Normally, it’s still time to go to bed, but I’m not in the mood for sleep thanks to the fatigue remedy father handed me.

I stay awake until the sun is fully up, making plans for the upcoming club activities.

* * *

[Master, it’s Parnello]

“Um?”

Hearing the voice from outside, I checked my wristwatch and realized that it was already time for school.

“Come in.”

Hearing me, Parnello walks into the room, swivels his chair around, and bows his head to me as he stretches.

“I see you haven’t been sleeping.”

“The fatigue remedy father gave me was too good.”

“Hahaha, I’m glad to hear that. The reason I’ve come to see you at this hour is to tell you about Don’s reward for what happened earlier today.”

With that, Parnello began to explain what father was going to give me.

“First of all, Master, you will be given an offshore account that you have earned through this incident.”

“An offshore account?”

“Yes. We’ve checked it out and it contains about 1.3 billion credits. You’ve also been given the password to the account, so you should be good to go.

1.3 billion credits…….It was too big a sum to be considered a day’s pay, but I’ll take it for what it is.

“Secondly, you will be issued your own personal suit.”

“A suit is more than enough.”

“An ordinary suit would be enough for you, but this time will be a little different.”

Parnello smiles as he says this and the next words out of his mouth were enough to surprise me.

“I’ve put in a request for a personalized suit with the Maestro.”

“……Hmm? Is that the same Maestro I know?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s the same Maestro you know, and you can go to his workshop this evening with your assistant Han Seo-joon.”

“Ha, that’s more than I expected.”

It’s a different story if it’s a suit made by Maestro.

Maestro is a title reserved for master craftsmen who can create ‘treasures’ based solely on their individual abilities.

In other words, a title bestowed upon a master craftsman who is considered the best in his field, and now, they have entrusted him with the creation of my suit.

“Hoo-hoo. The suit you’re wearing was mostly made by the Maestro as well, so I’m sure it will be of great use to you as well.”

Even in the game, it was a struggle to break through Vito Corleone’s defenses.

The suit was a top-tier item, packed with nefarious abilities such as defense, bulletproofing, self-repair, and external energy dissipation, and could only be obtained by completing the highest difficulty chain quests or by targeting Vito Corleone and getting him to drop it.

“Maestro’s suit…….That’s a bit much.”

“Since you’re the heir apparent, you’re going to be an Executive in the near future, so I think it’s only right that you wear something like this, and you can understand Don’s feelings.”

As I listened, I understood why father and Parnello were doing this.

If I were to become an Executive of the Corleone family, I would be involved in most of the family’s overall activities.

In such a situation, my tone of voice, my movements, and even the clothes I wear would all be related to my father’s honor.

“……if you put it that way.”

Perhaps, Parnello doesn’t know….that I’m tugging at the corners of my mouth.

* * *

“So, Mr. Eugene, did something good happen today?”

“Um, what do you mean?”

“You’re always so expressionless, but today you seemed a little more human, like you had something going on that made you feel good.”

“Something good.”

“Ah! Of course! Can I ask what it is?”

I can’t tell her outright that I’m getting clothes from Maestro, so I think I’ll tell her something else.

“There’s a big investment coming to our club soon.”

“What?! Investment? Who the hell would want to invest in a club that’s not even established yet?”

“I’ve been helping my parents with some work and getting some pocket money. I thought I’d use it to make the club financially viable.”

“Oh, pocket money – so, how much pocket money did you get and are you calling it a big investment?”

“The amount…”

After checking in the car, I realized that the account Parnello had handed me was one of the ones he’d recovered from the gang, and that the money hadn’t been laundered yet.

Apparently, Parnello and my father were curious about how I would handle money in this situation.

I could have just left the account with my father or Parnello, but I wanted to show them what I could do.

As I was thinking about what to do with the account, I remembered Haru.

As the daughter of a corporation called the Inomiya Group and the head of the International Trade Club, I knew she could solve this problem.

“About a billion.”

“Ahhh, I see. One billion……eh? billion? One billion?!”

At the mention of a billion credits, Kim Se-ah jumped to her feet in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, what do I have to do to get a billion in pocket money, and is Eugene’s dad some kind of corporate boss?”

“……Something like that.”

After hearing my answer, Se-ah couldn’t say anything more.

“Good morning, boss~”

At that moment, Jin-woo walks into the classroom, and Se-ah turns her head to look at him.

“Good morning, wait, that’s not the point!”

“What?! What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”

Jin-woo is taken aback by her sudden behavior. In response, Se-ah grabs both of his shoulders and begins to shake him back and forth.

“Right now, Eugene, the President of our club is about to pour a billion credits into the club, it’s just a good morning, it’s a great morning!”

“Huh? What’s that……, a billion?!”

“A billion!”

“A billion?!”

“A billion!”

“Crazy morning, man!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the ability to be that loud at the start of the school day.

“Bo, boss, is this real? Did we really get a billion?”

Jin-woo rushed over to me, leaving Kim Se-ah behind.

“…… I said it was coming, not finalized.”

“Then that means it’s real! 1.1 billion! Long live Eugene! Long live Eugene! Boss is God! Boss is God!”

I held my forehead as I watched him howl madly in place, just like Se-ah had done earlier.

“Good morning president, Jin-woo, Se-ah.”

“It’s not a good morning!”

“Not a good morning!”

I felt déjà vu.

……Jesus, really.