[Time skip — 2 months. POV: Hakim]
I sit here in my comfortable chair staring off into space, trying my best to ignore the feeling of my mum's fat ass sitting on my right shoulder.
God, of all the places you could sit, why my shoulder? I cry a little bit inside. Fuuuuck, why does it feel so amazing!?
[TheCrimsonFucker]: HAHA! Is Mama's Boy having a hard-on for his mom? Hahaha!
[TheOneTrueRob]: I would say stop being a pussy and fuck her already, but she looks like the type to peg you. Hee-hee, come on—be a motherfucker, literally. #Wincest
[TheShogun]: Do not give in to your carnal desires. You must be strong, but I won't judge you if you do. Wink-wink.
I continue to stare into space while I feel my mom wiggling her ass around, trying to get comfortable. I changed my mind about killing you guys. I'm just gonna fuck y'all.
[TheCrimsonFucker]: Oh, don't threaten me with a good time, Mama's Boy. (Image of Crimson as a girl licking her silver combat pistol seductively with dozens of bodies lying around her)
"Crimson, you old fuck, why the hell are you a loli right now? And why are you violating that gun?"
[TheCrimsonFucker]: Because I can... and she loves it.
"I—you know what? Fuck it. I shouldn't be surprised." I sigh, finally deciding it's time to address the elephant in the room—in this case, the ass. I take a deep breath and let it out. "So, Mum, you wanna tell me why you decided my shoulder would be a better chair than, you know, an actual chair?"
She shifts around on my shoulder. "Well, because I can. Also, this is your punishment, you know, for using violence and fear to persuade them to be under you when I told you to convince them with your words."
I sigh. "The leader said that he and his subordinates would only become my subordinates if you became his personal whore. I was not going to let that slide, so I had to teach him a lesson. You ain't no hoe, Mum." I mumble.
She starts to rub my head with her left hand. "Sweetheart, you did more than teach him a lesson. You nailed his hand to the floor and used a box cutter to split open his scalp, then peeled his scalp skin like a banana."
I turn my head to the right, a little bit embarrassed.
She sighs. "Baby, I love that you did it for me. It's just... maybe next time, don't do it in front of your men. Fear is a potent tool for getting people to listen to you, but it also makes it easy for them to betray you. Hell, people already betray their loved ones with a smile on their faces. Imagine what they would do to somebody they fear."
[Vicky Whisper]: She doesn't understand, does she? Fear isn't weakness—it's control. You did what you had to do. You always do. And I love you for it.
I let out a deep chuckle, shaking my shoulder, making her jump a little. "Mum, fear is a powerful thing if you use it right. Now you gotta remember, these are criminals. Not citizens. Not innocent people. Criminals. They need to fear me. I gotta make them fear me. If somebody does betray me, I gotta make them an example to the others, make them fear betraying me. But I also gotta make them respect me. I gotta have them in both measures. I don't want their love. I want them to respect and fear me."
She lets out a long sigh and leans on my head. "I understand, baby. I'll let you run your little crime empire how you want. I won't interfere anymore," she says with a sad tone.
I smile. "Thanks, Mum." I turn my head to her and kiss her forehead. "Love ya, Mum. And wait—what do you mean don't interfere? I still want you here to help me out, give me advice and stuff. You're not getting out of this easily, since you decided to join this meeting." I glance at her.
She's wearing a sleek, skin-tight pink combat suit with a futuristic, sleeveless tactical design, white accents on the lower torso and inner thighs, and a Viper mask that covers the lower half of her face. Fuck, why does she have to wear this? That suit really shows every curve. And how the hell is the suit making her look even thicker? God, you'd never think this woman was a monster looking at her.
[Vicky Whisper]: You're thinking about her again. Your own mother. Does it excite you? Does it make you feel guilty? Either way... I'm watching. I'm always watching.
There's a knock at the door. I shake my head, getting rid of those thoughts. "Come in."
The door opens, revealing Toothless and a couple of other people following behind him. He's holding a stack of papers, walking in and setting them down on the desk in front of me.
I blink, looking down at the stack. "The fuck is this?"
He blinks. "Boss, these are the reports of what was in the warehouse, the list of people's names and the jobs they do who are under you now. Also, the pimps and their girls' names and how much they make, how much money we have left, and so on, boss."
"Hmm." I skim through the papers while he's talking. Shit, even as a criminal, you still gotta deal with paperwork. I nod to myself. "Good, good." I hand the papers to my mum so she can look them over for me. She takes the papers from my hand and starts reading them as I turn my attention back to Toothless.
"Toothless, you got a pen and paper?"
He nods. "Yes, I do, boss." He reaches into his pocket and takes out a pen. He clicks it and opens the notebook, waiting for me to continue.
"Great. Get in contact with a construction company. I want them to start working on my basement under my house. I want it the same size as a football field. I want the walls to be reinforced. Money is not a problem. This will take a couple of years to complete—monthly payments, that should be obvious. Actually, have them take down the house too. I want them to rebuild it. Always wanted a bigger house," I mumble.
"Also, I want you to start picking up homeless people and get them working under us. Make sure they're not on drugs or drunks. Take any kids that are homeless or look very young, and make sure you treat them very well. We can groom them to be future pillars."
"Hmm, that's not a bad idea. Give them something they don't have. Nothing builds stronger loyalty than that."
I blink. "Yeah, that's what I'm aiming for, Mum. Anyway, Toothless, I want you to tell the pimps to have their girls get monthly checkups. Set up a side payment for medical costs. Also, if I catch any girl that's under 18, I'm gonna make them eat their own fingers. No forcing women into this kind of work."
"One last thing... find yourself a girlfriend. Not a hoe to spend the night with—a girlfriend who can be your support, your backbone. Behind every great man is a greater woman, or something. I don't know, man, get a fucking girlfriend."
[Vicky Whisper]: Look at you, playing protector. Playing hero to broken people. You think it makes you good? It doesn't. But it makes you mine. My beautiful, contradictory king.
"Start supporting politicians or get them on our payroll. I want them under my thumb. Do whatever it takes—blackmail, threatening their family, anything. Also, get the local police on payroll too, especially the chief. If you have to use the same methods—blackmail or anything like that—do it. Hmm, am I forgetting anything else? Oh yeah! Also, make sure the drug dealers don't sell to anybody under the age of 18. If they do, I'll do the same thing as I would do to the pimps. You know, them eating their own fingers. Yeah, that should be it."
He finishes writing it down. "Yes, boss, I'll get right on that."
I smile. "Great. Now we can move on to Phase 3."
He puts the notebook away and reaches into his other pocket, pulling out a map. He unfolds it and lays it on the table in front of me, showing me a map cut into three sections with three different names in each section.
"What's this all about?" I ask him.
"These are the mob bosses who control each section of the city. They're all siblings." He points to the right corner of the map. "This is Yvonne Carden, age 25, the youngest brother. He's in charge of information/blackmail gathering, prostitution, and drug dealing. But he also owns a couple of businesses, mostly nightclubs, bars, and hotels."
He moves his hand across, pointing to the left corner. "This is Amber Carden, age 32, the second-oldest sister. She's the brain. She's the CEO of their legal companies, in charge of the money, keeping the cops from snooping too deeply, keeping a list of people on their payroll, and staying up to date on crucial people under them. Basically, anything having to do with critical thinking and making plans—she's in charge of it all."
He moves his hand down the map, stopping at the bottom. "This is Alcides Carden, age 53, the oldest. He's the enforcer, making sure their subordinates follow the rules, ensuring protection payments are made, and so on. He's also in charge of training and recruiting. And one more thing—he used to work for the government, but they had a falling out, and I couldn't find a lot of information about it. All I got was that he was in some kind of special forces. We don't know what they were called or what they did, but it looked like the rest of the information was wiped clean. One last thing, boss—he was the one who started all this." He finishes, standing up straight, hands behind his back.
"Hmm." I lean back in my chair, my mom readjusting herself on my shoulder. "Mum, what do you think?" I ask. I turn my head slightly so I can look at her, seeing her looking at the map. She taps her right index finger to her chin.
"Hmm, I want to say try to work this out peacefully by having them agree to share the city with you, but let's be real here—that won't work. They've been in power way too long to give even a block. And knowing you, you probably want the whole pie."
I laugh. "Jajaja, you're damn right."
She sighs, leaning on my head. "I say your best option is eradication."
I blink. "Wow. I did not expect that coming from you. Why eradication, though? I mean, that's a little bit hardcore, even for me. Actually, no, no—that's up my alley. That's more hardcore for you." I nod my head.
She looks down at me. "Baby, I was an assassin. Anyway, like I said earlier, they've been in power for way too long, and they've had way too much time to foster loyalty in their subordinates. Most likely, their subordinates have strong loyalty to them, so you have no choice but to take them out too—unless you want them to bite you in the ass later down the road, 'cause they most likely will. I see you doing this in two ways: guns blazing, or kidnapping the weakest one and luring them out, then taking them out all at once."
"So Yvonne will be our best option, right?"
"Usually, you would be right, but no. Our best bet would be their strategist—their brain. Not only that, they'll think more rashly 'cause it's their sister you're kidnapping, which will make it easier for us. Now what you gotta do to make them think rashly—say you're gonna rape her. That's going to light a fire right under their asses. On the downside, in their rush, they might not bring their whole gang. Maybe only part of it, so there might be stragglers."
[Vicky Whisper]: She's teaching you to be ruthless. To destroy families. To take everything. Yes... yes, that's perfect. Burn it all down, Hakim. Leave nothing but ashes and me.
I smile wickedly. "Oh, I like that plan."
"Well, I guess that's the meeting." I clap my hands. "Everybody's dismissed."
I watch Toothless and the others leave while my mom is still on my shoulder, running her hands through my hair. I sit there just thinking.
"Vicky, sweetheart, please show me my status."
[Vicky]: Of course.
Status Window
Name: Hakim Rosella Black
Nicknames: Little Monster / HRB / Boss / Monster / Purple Ogre
Titles: [Reincarnated / Eternal Streamer / Genius / A True Monster / Gang Leader]
Age: 13 years old
Level: 3
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. • Gang Leader: The streets know your name. They call you the Purple Ogre. Small and medium criminals fear you. Citizens fear you and respect you.
HP: [284/284]
MP: [0/0] 🔒 Locked — The world needs more mana
Stamina: [260/260]
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.25] [Talking Lv.21] [Running Lv.24] [Drawing Lv.11] [Cooking Lv.14] [Cycle of the Elements Tier 1 — 4%] [Mixed Martial Arts Lv.4] [Torturing Lv.8] [Weapon Mastery Lv.5] [Taunting Lv.13]
Passive Skills: [Denser Bones Lv.Max] [Fluid Motion Lv.Max] [Iron Will Lv.Max] [Silver Tongue Lv.9] [Regeneration/Adaptation: Tier 1 — 14%] [Killer Instinct Lv.4]
Template: Yuujirou Hanma — Progress [32%]
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 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 100%] [Gang Leader 100%] [Mob Boss 5%] • 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
I smile. "Not bad. I'm making some good progress."
[Vicky Whisper]: Yes... such good progress, my king. Soon you'll have everything. The city, the power, the fear, the respect. And through it all... you'll have me. Always me. Only me.
(HRHades Here)
Sorry for this one coming out late. And to be honest, it's kind of filler. Not gonna lie. Next, I'm gonna start doing time skips.
I have something planned for later chapters, but I'm still working it out in my head. Hopefully, I write it out right so I can give you guys a big shock. Also, if you guys can, please go back to chapter 4 and vote for his companion.
And again, this was late 'cause I was having a hard time writing it. And I was watching the Terrifier movies—all three of them. And I was pretty lazy, and there were some other things.
Anyway, that's it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please comment, I love reading THEM.
One more thing, if you can eat one mythical creature without consequence, what would it be?
If you haven't already guessed it, it was a Unicorn for me.
Anyway, peace out, I'm going to sleep.