Athar was not really hungry—he was to some extent, as he had not eaten in the last thirty-six hours—but the real reason he sent Alice away was because he needed some time alone to think about everything.
First of all, he had transmigrated into a new world, into the body of another man. And he had been granted some blessings by a mysterious entity. Athar could already feel one of the blessings working.
"First, you shall possess an enhanced physique and masterful fighting and weapon skills. Your mental capacity and overall abilities will be second to none."
His enhanced physique seemed to be working. Athar was now feeling strong and powerful. Thanks to his enhanced physique, the wound on his chest, which should have taken weeks to heal, was already healing rapidly, and in a matter of hours, he should be fully recovered.
Secondly, this life was quite strange- son of a mafia boss. He now also had a gang to inherit if he wished.
He could now feel all the emotions his predecessor had felt for his father. His predecessor, no doubt, had hated his father, but it was not pure hatred.
Athar had wanted his father to leave all this behind and live a stable life—with him, with his son. Ruscon did not agree. Though he never revealed it, it looked as if Ruscon was determined to continue this way of life.
Ruscon, on the other hand, also loved his son dearly and was willing to do everything Athar could ask for, except for this wish. Even though, he had sent Athar away at a very young age, there was no shortage of love from Ruscon's side.
But now, though Athar felt his predecessor's emotions, he was not as one-sided in his views as him. After the merging of the two sets of memories, Athar now had his own different perspective on all the things his predecessor used to assume.
And according to this new perspective, his predecessor was undoubtedly too harsh on his father. Other than asking Ruscon to leave all this mafia business, Athar had never tried even once to understand what his father wanted to accomplish. He had not attempted even once to try and understand his father's perspective. He had been merely blinded by his disgust for his father's profession.
As far as he could remember, Athar had not for once had a normal conversation with his father. Athar had been too blinded by the disgust for this profession that he overlooked his father.
He had never cared for his father. He failed to understand his father.
Now, this was all about Athar's past life.
The main question was: what did he want to do now? He could return to his old life.
His father had already handed him over all the savings- which should be a good enough amount and a house in his city. He could return back and continue his civil life. Maybe get a 9 to 5 job and then die doing all the life.
Or he could choose a new life—a life where he could become the ringleader and the mob boss. And Athar had no hesitation in agreeing that this sounded fascinating. And the blessings he had received, too seemed to be aligned in this direction only.
A mafia gang to inherit, a powerful body, a weapon of choice—did not destiny seem to want to choose him for a life full of excitement and thrill? A life where he accumulates power and influence.
His previous life had been a life full of pity. His family had been the only source of hope in that life. Apart from that, he had not known bliss or happiness even once in his previous life.
Now, if he chose to become a mafia boss, it should not be problematic. After all, even that entity had only asked him to enjoy his life.
He was still engrossed in his thoughts when the door to the room was reopened, and Alice walked inside.
She was carrying a tray in her hand, and on the tray were a few loaves of bread.
"This is the best I could manage for now," she said as she placed the tray on the bed.
Athar did not mind as he picked up one of the loaves. Alice placed an envelope on the bed. "The bank card and the document for the house…"
"It is dangerous to go out now, but no one recognizes you and therefore you should be fine," she continued. "I will take you to the outskirts of the city and I will see if I can arrange some transport for you and from there, you are on your own."
"What had happened?" Athar asked, ignoring Alice's words.
Alice raised her eyebrows in confusion as Athar repeated calmly, "What happened thirty-six hours ago?"
"Why was my father's base attacked? Why was he killed? Who were those people?" Athar asked. "My father knew it for many days. When he called me, he had sounded desperate."
"What is all this about?" Athar pressed.
Alice was instinctively about to mock Athar for this sudden concern when Athar turned his head toward her. His face held a very calm look. He was neither angry, nor happy, nor sad. But his eyes felt as if they were blazing. She felt as if they would swallow her alive.
All the mockery got struck in her throat as she began to narrate the tale.
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