Vincent sat on the edge of his bed, the weight of his new reality pressing down on him. The Iron Creed gleamed in his hands, its presence a tangible reminder of what he had just unlocked. He flexed his fingers, feeling the raw strength coursing through his muscles—it wasn't just a weapon; it was power.
And power, in this world, was everything.
He let out a slow breath.
"Alright… time to figure out what I'm dealing with."
[SYSTEM COMMAND: OPEN INVENTORY]
A translucent screen materialized before his eyes.
At the moment, his inventory was nearly empty, save for a few key items.
[Inventory]
Iron Creed (Equipped) – A pair of brass knuckles belonging to a legendary mafia boss.
Beginner System Package – A reward from the God Author for awakening the system.
Encrypted Family Files (Locked) – A set of hidden files related to the Valenciari Family. Unlock conditions unknown.
— — —
"A beginner package?" Vincent muttered. He tapped on it, and another notification popped up.
[BEGINNER SYSTEM PACKAGE OPENED]
You have received:
1x Bloodline Awakening Progression (+10%)
500 System Credits
Basic Combat Insight (Passive Skill) – Instantly improves hand-to-hand combat efficiency.
— — —
The moment the skill was absorbed, his mind sharpened.
It was subtle, but instincts he didn't have before suddenly clicked into place—how to position his feet, how to throw a punch with maximum impact, how to predict an opponent's movement.
A grin tugged at his lips.
"Now we're talking."
He stood up, rolling his shoulders. His body still felt foreign—stronger than what he was used to.
How much stronger was he now?
Vincent turned toward the large, solid mahogany desk at the center of the room.
It was massive, built to withstand years of wear—something only a mafia heir would own.
He clenched his fists, slipping on the Iron Creed.
Then—
CRACK!
He punched straight into the wood.
A deep indentation formed where his fist landed, the entire desk shuddering from the impact.
His eyes widened slightly.
"Holy shit…"
That was not normal.
He had held back, yet the sheer force had cracked the wood.
Vincent exhaled, his heartbeat steady despite the feat.
This wasn't just an artifact.
It was proof.
Proof that the bloodline coursing through him was real.
He sat back down, calling up his status panel again.
His eyes focused on the Bloodline Awakening Progression (+10%).
"System, explain this bloodline progression."
[SYSTEM RESPONSE]
Bloodline Awakening Progression:
The Royal Mafia Valenciari Bloodline unlocks in stages.
Higher progression awakens new abilities and enhances physical traits.
Currently unlocked: Basic Strength Enhancement & Combat Instinct.
Next milestone: Phantom Arsenal (20%) – Ability to summon legendary mafia weapons.
— — —
Vincent's grin widened.
At 20%, he'd be able to summon legendary weapons.
Guns that never jammed. Bullets that curved mid-air. A mafia heir wielding supernatural firepower.
And this was just the beginning.
"Alright… I need to push my limits."
He clenched his fists.
He wasn't going to sit back and wait for things to happen.
If he wanted to survive in this world—
If he wanted to rewrite his fate—
He had to take control.
Just as Vincent was about to test his strength further, a sharp knock echoed through his room.
His body tensed instinctively.
"Young Master, your father has summoned you."
The voice was deep, authoritative. One of the many enforcers working under the Valenciari family.
Vincent exhaled slowly, his pulse steady despite the summons.
His father wanted to see him.
Again.
He glanced at the cracked desk, at the lingering glow of his bloodline awakening, and at the system screen still hovering in his vision.
Just hours ago, he had been nothing more than a side character meant to die early.
Now?
He was changing that fate with every second.
Vincent stood, rolling his shoulders, his body feeling stronger, sharper. He grabbed his coat, slipping it over his shoulders, and adjusted the Iron Creed on his fingers.
This time, when he faced his father, he wouldn't just be an heir—
He'd be the future Don.
A knock sounded again, more insistent this time.
"Young Master, your father doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Vincent smirked.
Neither do I.
He strode to the door, gripping the handle. But before opening it, he whispered a quiet command.
"System, hide all interface windows."
The golden panels blinked out of existence.
Vincent took one last glance around his room, taking in the shattered desk, the lingering energy of his awakening, the first true proof that he was different.
Then, with a calm and confident step, he pulled the door open and walked out.
Whatever his father wanted—
He was ready.
Because this was no longer about survival.
It was about domination.
And Vincent Valenciari would accept nothing less.
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End of Chapter.