"Five kills again, but now it is different… where should I even start?" He gripped the gun more and more firmly. "New world, now setting new beginning… if there isn't any serious criminal city, then I need to create my own world… but how?"
The most difficult part that he needed to solve somehow. He needed to start a family, a cartel somehow, and top the world with it… but it is easier said than done, at least in this life.
Up until now the only thing he managed to do was just buy those people who were poor. Their lives had no meaning nor any will… those people were dumped by the system, and the only thing they wanted was someone to look at them, someone to give them meaning and that somebody was him.
That's how he built up his cartel.
He showed the money, he showed he was for the people and not just using them as a weapon or a shield, and that way he built up a cartel consisting of more than a hundred men in his peak life.
He gave purpose to those who were lost, he gave them hope, and with hope came the quality of life, even if it was just another criminal organization… it worked, and second and most important, the way of making a name and gathering people was easy.
Cartels and criminals were everywhere, so he just ended up killing a high-ranking member and his name was out there, and with the name came influence and fear, though that was where he fucked up in his earlier life.
The reason he was tortured wasn't just because he needed the special freeze card, but because he… bombed a funeral and with that almost caused and all out war.
There was a man in that life called Don Chio who ruled the majority of Sandria. He sold everything known to man and he waged war against everybody who raised their voice… until he got ripped to shreds by a bomb planted under his car.
He blew up so badly that his remains had to be picked up within a hundred meter radius. His left hand was found on a rooftop… how impressive is that?
But what's more impressive is what happened after his death… the most disturbing and atrocious massacre happened in Sandria's history.
Every criminal organization attended his funeral not because they respected him, not because they felt some type of way for him, no, no they needed to attend to see who are enemies and who are not, but more importantly, to see what was going to happen to the Dinniro Cartel.
Was it going to separate and start a war between factions? What was going to happen to the politicians who were close to him, who were in his pocket? What was going to happen to the military? Was somebody finally going to step up and solve the cartel problem in Sandria?
So many questions that needed to be answered… and, well, the questions were answered by bullets.
That day, war broke out after two hundred and seven people died. Politicians, Dons, family heads, underbooses and with it Sandria was pushed not into peace but into an all out war and nobody knew who did it… and rather than investigating it they just started to mindlessly massacre each other.
And the one who laughed about it and used the chaos for himself was César.
He was the one who ordered the bomb to be planted under Don Chio's car, and he was the one who ordered the massacre at his funeral… well he was there himself shooting too.
The only reason he did it was because he needed his name to spread across Sandira, to put himself in a position… but it didn't work, because nobody gave a fuck about him or cared. In fact, César created the perfect excuse to just kill everybody rather than sit in some meeting and deal with bullshit… until the agency caught him, and that's when the torture sessions began. At least he got the challenge done, and he learned a lot from it.
"What was that saying…" He sighed as he looked up at the sky at the shining sun, trying to think about that specific saying that worked out, a saying that he heard back on Earth. "Violence… how was it." He sighed again as now he even closed his eyes, and then it snapped in as a smile spread across his face. "Violence born of hopelessness."
A question that was asked many times on Earth was… how did things end up so fucked up in some countries?
How is it possible to control whole regions and cities, how does any criminal organization have that much power?
The answer to it is corruption… a lame answer, but true. Though there is one important element to it, that little sprinkle on top that makes everything possible… fear.
Everybody fears something, and once someone's fear is known by another person, they're fucked. And it's not about a fear of spiders or heights, no, it's about those deep secrets that, once revealed, fuck a person on the spot.
Once someone learns that secret, there isn't much one can do about it… well, unless they somehow discover the other person's secret too. Then both sides are trapped in the same loop. They have to work together to deal with it, and that is where corruption begins to spread. They start blackmailing each other, using each other.
The second answer to it is simpler, at least to say… one of them needs to die so the other person's fear remains just a fear, just a secret. But the problem with that is that it could start a landslide, and that landslide would destroy everything in its way.
And that is exactly how Sandira was created by the developers, to recreate the real world situations, to make a very complex game.
A country full of spiraling mountains, beautiful valleys, rivers, fertile lands… but the landslide can destroy everything, and the ones causing it are none other than the cartels and the politicians.
The cartels don't give a fuck, they kill whoever they want, while the politicians do give a fuck, wanting to keep their public images clean, pretending they are doing good for the people.
That creates corruption and a power vacuum, and the ones who get fucked the most are the civilians who just want to get a good job, provide for their families, and live a good life.
Fear creates corruption, corruption takes away hope, and when hope is gone, the only thing left inside people is rage… though now it is a different scenario… César is the one who needs to become exactly the one who started the landslide.
"How fun… but before that… System, can I gamble?"
[System: Gamble is available, would you like to gamble?]
"I do." He said, but this time his voice was different… it was laced with a little fear as this life could be the one he can conquer… but to conquer he needs to gamble to get better cards to use.
[System: Gamble accepted: Russian Roulette, a revolver with one bullet. Spin the cylinder at least three times, then gamble with your life.]
Once again the shiny silver revolver spawned into his hand, and the only thing remaining is to test his luck once again.
"If I die… then I truly give up." He whispered as he pushed the barrel to his head, and with a deep breath and stable hand and then… he pulled the trigger.
"Click click click, motherfucker!" He shouted as he threw the revolver to the ground with the biggest smile on his face… but it disappeared fast as the reward notification appeared… well, shock took over him because he received something truly special.
[Congratulations you have won!]
[Reward: Special card: Two Lives, One Will.]
[Two Lives, One Will: Grants the user one extra life. If the player dies, the card automatically activates and revives the player, returning them to the moment just before their death.]