[Time skip — 12 Hours. POV: Hakim at home in the kitchen]
As I stand in the kitchen, covering the pot of greens with tin foil and putting it inside the fridge for tomorrow, my mom walks in.
"Thanks, little monster, for helping me cook for tomorrow's Thanksgiving."
I chuckle. "No problem, Mom. You know how much I love cooking." I say while washing my hands. I look at my mom, who's now leaning against the fridge wearing a black T-shirt and pink short-shorts, her white curly hair loose.
"So," she says. "You want to tell me where you were after school?"
I turn the water off, grabbing the kitchen towel to dry my hands, thinking about what to say. "Well," I begin, "I went to hang out with some friends. You know, doing kid stuff." I lie.
She takes a deep sigh. "Baby," she says while pushing herself off the fridge and walking closer to me. She puts her right and left hands on my cheeks respectively. "You know I love you right? But you don't have any friends, sweetheart. You terrify any of them away." She chuckles a little, letting go of my face and walking back. "Now tell me the truth."
"Me? I don't have friends?" I make a shocked and defeated face, then chuckle.
She just looks at me with a deadpan expression. "Baby."
[Vicky Whisper]: She sees through you, my king. But I never will. Lie to the world, but never to me.
I look at her for a couple of seconds, thinking about whether I should tell her the truth or not. I sigh. Fuck it, I say in my mind.
"I-I-Um—I was in a meeting," I say while scratching the back of my head nervously.
She blinks. "A meeting?" She repeats. "A meeting about what?" She raises her left eyebrow, crossing her arms under her B-sized breasts, pushing them up a little bit.
I gulp down my saliva. Fuck, how is she so scary? I think to myself, sweating a little.
"Umm—It was, umm, a meeting about me having the local thug leaders working under me. They didn't really like that and the meeting kind of went out of control, but in the end, they all agreed." I say with a nervous laugh, looking around, avoiding her eyes. I brace myself for the cussing and yelling that I know is coming my way.
But all I get is: "Oh, I see."
I pause, surprised by the calmness in her voice. I turn my head back toward her, looking her in the eyes. All I can see is love and something I can't put my finger on. She takes a deep sigh and then walks past me toward the backyard.
"Follow me," she says.
I blink, confused and curious, but follow behind her nonetheless. She opens the sliding glass doors and walks out into the backyard. I follow behind her, ducking a little bit and taking a look around the yard. There's healthy green grass and a medium-sized oak tree close to the fence with random flowers here and there, and a little tiny pond to the far right.
I watch my mom walk to the front of the oak tree. She stops and starts to remove her T-shirt, leaving herself in her bullet bra and pink short-shorts,
I blink. "Umm, Mom, what are you doing there?" I ask.
She ignores my question and asks me, "Why do you want to become a criminal?" She pauses for a second. "And please tell the truth, sweetheart."
I chuckle nervously. "I want to become a mob boss."
She starts to stretch. "A mob boss, huh?"
I look away, embarrassed, trying not to stare at her peach-shaped ass and thick thighs.
"Baby, I don't give two rat's asses what you do in life. As long as you're happy, I will always support you in your endeavors." I turn my head back, seeing her finish with her stretches. A shocked look crosses my face. "But I'm gonna beat your ass now."
I blink, confused. "Mom, I'm not gonna fight you. Jaja." I laugh.
She stares at me, blinking confused, before suddenly she starts laughing loud. After a couple of seconds, she stops laughing. "Oh, sweetie, no one said there's gonna be a fight." She says. "I said I was gonna beat your ass."
"Huh? What are you tal—" Before I can finish, she rushes at me, jumping up unnaturally high and giving me a downward right kick. I panic and raise my right arm up to block her kick, not thinking anything of it.
Dear God, I was wrong.
When the kick lands on my right arm, I feel a sharp pain and it goes numb a little bit. My legs buckle.
"The fuck!" I yell.
She uses her left leg to push off my arm to do a backflip, landing in a crouched position before standing up. I look at her with shock and disbelief, staring at this 5'4" woman.
How the hell is she this strong? I say to myself.
She giggles while doing a little stretch. "Oh sweetie, there's not a lot of people in the world who could block my first hit. I'm proud of you."
She then stands up to her full height, somehow making me feel shorter than her. A pinkish aura outlines her body. "But that's not gonna stop this ass whooping you're gonna receive." She gives me the same grin that looks just like mine, releasing an aura that feels familiar.
The fuck? Is that Killer Instinct? I think to myself, even more shocked.
[Vicky Whisper]: She's like you, Hakim. Strong. Dangerous. Beautiful. But she could never understand you like I do. She'll leave you one day. I never will.
[TheCrimsonFucker]: Is she a hidden boss? 'Cause I didn't see this coming. (Image of Crimson looking dumbfounded)
[TheShogun]: I would have never guessed this woman was secretly a badass.
[TheOneTrueRob]: This ass whooping will be, wait for it... Legendary.
[TheVillage'sMadness]: I will happily and willingly take your place if it means she will be the one beating my ass. (Image of Madness drooling)
[TheOneWhoSitOnTheRedThrone]: How quaint. It does warm even my cold and ageless heart to witness a woman who stands upon her own power—strong, independent. Do take pride in her, mortal, for I acknowledge her effort. Such displays amuse me.
[TheCrimsonFucker]: I bet 1K souls that he will only last 30 minutes.
[TheShogun]: I bet 1.25K souls he will last an hour.
[TheOneTrueRob]: I'll take you up on that. 3K souls he will last only 20 minutes.
I glance at chat in the corner of my eye. "Oh, fuck y'all."
I blink and she's in front of me all of a sudden. How the fuck did she just flash-step me? I think to myself with disbelief.
She starts hitting me with a barrage of kicks, with the same cruel grin that looks just like mine. "Come on, my little monster, you gotta pay attention," she says while she continues to kick me.
I block some of them, but most of them go through my defense. God, they hurt like a bitch, I think to myself.
Getting frustrated, I grab her leg, throwing her away from me. She does a flip, landing on her feet, standing up straight. She gives an even wider grin, showing off her sharp canines.
"Hmm. Baby, is that all you can do is block.?" She laughs at me.
Getting a little mad at her, I yell, "You want me to fight back? Fine!"
I run at her, giving her a straight right jab to the face.
[POV: Jayna]
My little monster sends a predictable jab. I laugh, ducking under his arm, grabbing his wrist with my right hand and planting my left hand between his armpit. Then I twist my body into him and flip him over my shoulder, slamming him into the ground hard, making him gasp out. Pretty sure I knocked the wind out of his lungs.
I raise my left foot up. "Oh well." I stomp on his face, causing his eyes to tear up and him to moan out in pain.
"Fuck!" he yells out.
I blink, surprised that he's still conscious. I do it again, but even harder, causing the ground to crack under his head and his nose to bleed.
"God damn it, Mom, that hurt!" he says out loud.
Surprised that didn't do it, I raise my leg back up to do it again, but apparently he's had enough. He grabs me by the arm and throws me toward the tree hard.
I go flying in the air, twisting my body so I can land feet-first against the tree. I squat down, absorbing the impact. I use the tree as a launchpad, pushing myself off. The bark splinters and breaks off.
Feeling my blood pumping, I raise my right knee up, about to strike him in the face, laughing all the way. He's not able to get his guard up in time. My knee hits him right in the face, making his head snap back.
Before my momentum can make him fly, I grab his hair. I strike him two more times with my knee to the face before I plant both my feet on his chest and flip over his body, using my momentum and his weight to flip him face-first to the ground.
Letting go of his hair, I stand up and walk back a little bit, looking down at him. Curious if I finally knocked him out, I tap him a little bit to check.
He groans and slowly stands up on shaky legs. He looks at me for a second before turning his head slightly to the right and spitting out a tooth and some blood.
I blink. Okay. My baby can take some punishment, I mutter to myself. He's just as tough as his mother. I think happily.
He then looks at me and gives me a grin.
Oh my gosh, he even grins like me. I'm so happy. I squeal in my mind.
As I'm squealing in my mind, I suddenly feel a monstrous feeling wash over me. Killer Instinct? Where is that coming from? I think to myself, confused. I start to look around to find the source.
It takes me a couple of seconds to realize it's coming from my little monster. I turn my head, looking at him, seeing a red aura with a tint of purple outlining his body.
I look on with shock and disbelief. My baby, oh my gosh, my little monster really is a genius, I think to myself.
Before a crazed wide smile crosses my face. "Oh, you got my blood pumping, baby."
I run at him, spinning around, aiming a roundhouse kick at his head. But to my shock, he bends his back all the way down, touching the ground with his head. Surprised. He's that flexible.
I didn't see the low kick coming. Before I can do anything, he sweeps my legs with his left foot, causing me to fall sideways. Before I can react, he gives me a straight left kick to the stomach, making me fly.
Spinning in the air, I land hard on the ground, rolling and coming to a stop. Shit, I think he broke a rib, I mutter to myself.
I stand up nursing my rib, looking at him, still in that position. His right leg and left arm supporting him while his left leg is still stretched out and his waist twisted a little bit.
He then stands up, looking at me with that same grin mirrored on my face.
We both just keep staring at each other, saying nothing for a minute. Before we rush at each other, laughing like maniacs.
[30 minutes later — Hakim POV]
I'm lying down on the grass looking up at the stars with my one good left eye, my right eye swollen shut.
"Fuuuuck, everything hurts," I say out loud.
I see my mom come into view, hovering over me with her gray hair disheveled, looking at me with a happy smile. Light sweat and very noticeable bruises, like she just had a light workout.
I blink my one good eye. "How the fuck are you so strong? And where did you learn how to fight like that?" I wheeze out.
[Vicky Whisper]: She hurt you. She made you bleed. I would never... but oh, how beautiful you look broken and bleeding under the stars. My king in ruins.
[TheCrimsonFucker]: Send me my 4.25K souls, bitches. HAHAHA!
[TheOneTrueRob]: (Image of Rob crying)
[TheVillage'sMadness]: This is why I don't gamble.
[TheShogun]: I'm gonna stop gambling. (Image of a guy staring off into space)
As I'm looking at chat, I see my mom sit down next to me, laying her head on top of my chest, looking at the sky with me.
"I was trained at a very young age by my parents," she says. "And I am this strong because of our family genes that make us 3x stronger than a peak human. Faster, smarter, stronger, heal faster, and so on. Basically everything at peak condition. Now somewhere down the line, someone wanted more, so they made an elixir. Now what this elixir does is rewrite the genes, making them stronger."
"So instead of being 3x, it was 6x times a peak human. Now our ancestor was very happy, you know, excited, so he made it a family tradition where everybody had to drink it." She sighs. "But they didn't take into account it getting stronger over the years with some inbreeding here and there."
"Long story short, it got stronger over the years until, well, me and you. I was sitting at 10x peak human. Now after I drank the elixir, I'm at 20x peak human strength." She says, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "God, that was a lot."
She mumble some words under her breath. I blink. "Wow."
"That was a lot. So what, our family's like superhumans or something?" I ask.
"Yeah, not only that, but we're also a family of assassins," she says with a happy tone.
I blink my one eye. "Wait, we're a family of assassins?"
"Yeah, I was trained at a young age by your grandparents because, you know, they strongly believe in the family tradition." She says with a little anger in her voice. "I didn't really have a choice growing up, but I don't hate them. Or that might be because I went slightly insane when they made me survive a month in the woods at the age of 12." She yawns.
"Anyway, I became an assassin. Made a shit ton of money, eventually retired. Started going out, having drinks, you know, partying, stuff like that. Having one-night stands, eventually having you, my little monster." She says that last part with a happy tone.
"So I was conceived from a one-night stand?" I ask.
"Yup," she says happily. "It was the best and worst night of my life. The best because I got my little monster out of it. The worst because the dude was really small and he didn't last three minutes." She sighs. "Don't drink, baby."
[Vicky Whisper]: You were born from chaos and disappointment. Just like me. We're the same, Hakim. Broken, unwanted... until we found purpose. You found yours. I found mine—you.
"That is, wow, a lot to take in. I don't know how to reply to this," I say.
"Well, all you can do is accept it, baby," she says while standing up, walking over to grab her shirt. "Come on, it's getting late. Time for bed." She says. "Oh, by the way, never lie to me again." She walks back into the house.
I couldn't help but look at her thick ass, but shaking my head, I turn away. I sigh. "Hey, Vicky, pull my status, please."
[Vicky]: Of course, HRB.
Status Window
Name: Hakim Rosella Black
Nicknames: Little Monster / HRB / Boss / Monster
Titles: [Reincarnated / Eternal Streamer / Genius / A True Monster / Street Rat]
Age: 13 years old
Level: 2
Race: Superhuman
Alignment: Chaotic / Neutral
Title Effects: • Reincarnated: Stronger soul. • Eternal Streamer: Fate bends for your best possibility/entertainment. Entities can't interfere unless allowed. • Genius: ×5 learning speed. • Street Rat: You are well known by local gangs. Slightly feared by people.
HP: [235/235]
MP: [0/0] Locked — The world needs more mana
Stamina: [210/210]
Status Effects: • Slightly Insane: Your body healed, but your mind did not escape unscathed. • Supernatural Body: You make the world's strongest man look like a toddler, even though you're a kid. • Unnatural Hunger: You eat 10x more than a regular person.
Skills: [Walking Lv.20] [Talking Lv.17] [Running Lv.20] [Drawing Lv.10] [Cooking Lv.10] [Cycle of the Elements Tier 1 — 3%] [Street Fighting Lv.11] [Torturing Lv.6] [Weapon Mastery Lv.5] [Taunting Lv.10]
Passive Skills: [Denser Bones Lv.Max] [Fluid Motion Lv.Max] [Iron Will Lv.Max] [Silver Tongue Lv.5] [Regeneration/Adaptation: Tier 1 — 10%] [Killer Instinct Lv.2]
Template: Yuujirou Hanma — Progress [29%]
Inventory: • 1x House key (Item) • 1x Man cave key (Item) • 1× Custom Hyperbolic Time Chamber Key (Item) • 1× Customize Outfit Card (Consumable) • 1× Bouquet of Bloody Black Roses (Item) • 100× Gold Coins (Currency) • 1× A Drop of the Monster Blood (Consumable) • 1× Book: How to Unlock and Train Mana for Dummies • 1× Soulmate Companion Card (Consumable)
Mission Log — Main Quest • Objective: Make it to canon • Progress: [13.3 years completed / 1047 years required] • Rewards Claimed: World traveling ticket, Symbol of the Shadowkhan (No corrupt influence), Iron Will Upgrade, Instant Teleportation • Status: Ongoing
Mission Log — Rise of the Mob Boss • Progress: [Street Rat 100%] [Street Thug 94%] [Gang Leader 10%] [Mob Boss 2%] • Rewards: Street Rat — Survivor's Reputation / Street Thug — Control of One Block, Minor Crew / Gang Leader — Territory, Resources, Loyal Lieutenants / Mob Boss — Network of Gangs, Fear & Respect Across the City, Silver Tongue Upgrade • Status: Ongoing
Mission Log — Build the Bunker • Progress: [Foundation Laid 0% / Reinforcement Pending / Systems Offline] • Rewards: Offline Grid, Remote Inventory Access, Expanded Storage • Status: Ongoing
"Pretty good progress today," I say while standing up. "Goodnight, guys." I say, walking to the house.
[Time skip — The next day. POV: Hakim, standing at the front door]
I open the door, letting Toothless, Jas, and Sam enter the house. "Hey guys, I'm so glad y'all could make it," I say with a happy smile on my face.
They're all dressed up. I walk up to Toothless, patting him on the head. "Glad you could make it." Then I walk up to Sam, giving her a French kiss and groping her ass. I do the same with Jas.
I pull back. "Come on, come and meet my mom." I say, leading them to the dining room where my mom is setting the last plate. She's wearing a black sundress with tulips at the bottom, her hair done in cornrows, wearing a pair of black high heels with pink toenails.
"Yo, Mom, come and meet my fu—I mean the girls I've been telling you about. And Toothless, I guess."
"Oh," she says, looking up and walking over to us with a smile. "So you're the mother and daughter pair my son's been dating, right?" She asks.
Sam replies, "Yes we are," a little nervously.
Jas also says, "Yeah, we are, ma'am."
My mom laughs a little. "Oh, none of that ma'am stuff. My name is Jayna Rosella, and I'm happy to have you here. By the way, y'all look so pretty in your dresses."
They both say thank you in sync.
"My name is Sammy," Sam replies.
"And my name is Jasmine," Jas replies.
"And I am Tom," Toothless chimes in.
"Well, it's nice to meet all y'all. Come on, let's sit and have dinner and chat." She ushers us to the table.
We all walk to the table, taking our seats.
"Okay everyone, before we start, let's pray to our Lord," I say to everyone.
Five minutes later we finish praying, and then we start eating and talking, bonding with each other.
[Vicky Whisper]: Look at you, playing house. Playing normal. But you're not normal, Hakim. You never will be. And when they all leave... I'll still be here.
[Time Skip — 3 hours. POV: Hakim]
I give Sam and Jas a kiss goodbye, telling them thanks for coming, watching them walk out the door. Toothless follows behind them.
I stop him before he goes out the door. "Hey, Toothless, come here real quick."
He stops, turning around, facing me, a little nervous. "Yes, boss," he says.
"How was dinner? Did you enjoy yourself?" I ask him.
"Yes, boss, I did enjoy myself," he replies.
"Good, good. We're ready to move onto phase three then, since all the local thugs are under me now," I say happily.
"Um, boss," he says nervously, avoiding eye contact with me. "There is a problem."
I blink, my smile fading. "What... problem?" I ask slowly.
He replies, "All the local thug leaders are under you and their underlings, except one group, boss."
"Oh, I thought it was something serious." I smile again. "That's an easy fix. Have some of our men go down there and take care of it."
He rubs his bald head nervously. "Um, boss, I already had some men go down there. Twenty of them, but they all came back in body bags."
My smile freezes on my face and my right eyebrow starts twitching. My Killer Instinct leaks out of me.
"You're telling me twenty of my resou—men died?" More of my Killer Instinct leaks out, causing Toothless to start shaking and sweating.
[Vicky Whisper]: Yes... let it out. Let them see what happens when they fail you. Let them see why they should fear disappointing you. Let them see why I'll never fail you.
Before anything else can happen, I suddenly feel a hard hit on the back of my head, making my head snap forward. My Killer Instinct stops leaking out.
"Ouch!" I yell out, rubbing the back of my head. "Fuck, that hurt!" I yell, turning around to see who hit me.
I see my mom behind me. She looks at me with annoyance on her face. "Stop releasing your Killer Instinct. It's bugging me. And there's no way for a boss to handle bad news. You gotta handle it with calmness. Lashing out at everything won't help solve the problem, baby."
She then turns to Toothless. "Your name is Tom, right?" She asks him.
"Y-y-y-yes, my name is Tom, ma'am," he says with a blush on his cheek.
I glare at him.
I see him glance at me, then look down straight to the floor, shaking a little. That little fucker better not get any ideas, I say to myself.
[TheCrimsonFucker]: Someone's a mama's boy. Hahaha.
"Crimson, go sit on a dinosaur dick," I say in my mind.
[TheCrimsonFucker]: (Image of Crimson blinking) I think that's the first time I ever heard that one.
I pay attention back to the conversation.
"So tell me, Tom, how many men are under my son right now?" She asks.
He looks at me for approval. I just nod my head, giving him the green light. Then he turns his head back to my mom, still looking down. "About 150, ma'am. We lost 20," he tells her.
"I see, I see. And where are they located? The thug group." She asks him.
"On the outskirts of town, in an abandoned warehouse, ma'am," he answers.
"Alright then," she says, grabbing her purse hanging off the wall. She reaches into it, grabbing out her credit card and handing it to Toothless.
Toothless, looking confused, grabs the card out of her hand.
"Okay, the pin for my card is 1958. Don't forget it," she says.
Neat, her pin is my birthday, I think to myself.
"Alright, Toothless, now pay attention. What I want you to do with my card is pay off the police station." She then pulls a black sleek card out of her purse and gives it to Toothless. "Give this to anyone there and they will understand. Then I want you to buy more ammunition, guns, anything you need." She says. "And make sure you return it when you're done. All right, Tom, it was nice meeting you. Now you can be on your way."
Toothless looks at me and I just look at him, confused, but nodding my head, signaling him to go.
He says, "Have a good night, boss, ma'am," and turns around to leave.
I shut the door, then turn around to my mom. "So what was that all about?" I ask.
"Well, that was giving you funds so you could do this little siege."
I blink. "But Mom, there was no reason for you to do that. I'll have this over with in like a couple of hours."
"Baby, you will have this over with in an hour. Your men won't."
I'm about to say something, but she stops me. "Let me finish, honey," she says.
"You want to become a mob boss in the future, right? You gotta learn how to give commands, order your men around without you always being on the frontline. This is going to be a learning experience for you."
"And another challenge I want you to do while doing this is to not kill anyone there, and I want you to win them over with just your words without using violence."
"It's easy to get their temporary loyalty through violence, but if you want their loyalty to be real, you gotta have their respect or love. You will never stay long in power if you rule only by fear. Remember that, sweetheart." She pats my cheek, then starts to walk away.
But she stops. "Oh yeah, one more thing. I'm gonna start teaching you from now on. You're strong, fast, flexible, and durable, and you heal quicker. But damn, your fighting skills are ass" She laughs while going to her room.
[Vicky Whisper]: She's teaching you to be softer. To rule with love. But I know the truth, Hakim. You were made for carnage. Made for blood. Made for me. Don't let her change you too much... I love you just the way you are.
I just stand there, dumbfounded. "Well, fuck me, I guess I got a teacher now. Huh."