Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
“Who are you affiliated with? Why did you guys assume I was the Veiled Angels?”
“W-What? I-” Troy was still lightheaded from the previous concussion but soon shrieked in pain as Kyle used the knife to dig into the ribs.
“Answer.”
“I… We’re affiliated with the Violet Demons! We hijack caravans for them! Please let me go!” Troy struggled against the knife while he began bleeding profusely.
“How many of you are there?”
“Twenty, no… forty! Sixty! Let me go now, or they’ll hunt you down! Orthon is a big shot among us. If you kill him or me, you’re dead meat!” Troy tried to intimidate Kyle, but the galactic crime lord was not having any of it.
“So I’m questioning the wrong person then,” Kyle summarized before pulling out the knife and stabbing Troy in the heart. Troy’s body convulsed violently for a few seconds, his limbs twitching until he finally slumped over and died.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
You killed Forest Bandit Troy, +100 EXP.
Last try, then.
Kyle walked up to the unconscious Orthon, tying him up with a rope and slapping him awake.
“Uhh… wha… WHAT?!” Orthon stared in shock, unable to come to terms with the sheer amount of blood and gore around him. His comrades’ bodies were stacked next to him, dripping slowly in a dark-red snaking river that oozed toward him. “You… Who the fuck are you!? What kind of enforcer does this?”
“Who says I’m an enforcer?” Kyle suddenly stabbed a knife deep into Orthon’s thigh, gouging the bone. “I’m the one asking the questions here. Answer correctly, or else you’ll end up like them.”
“I’m not going to give you any-GRRRNNH!” Orthon winced as the knife was buried deeper with a twist, the pain nearly causing him to scream.
Kyle didn’t stop, continuing to twist. “STOP! STOP, OKAY?! PLEASE!” Orthon relented after three more twists, his thigh already a bloodied mess through his pants.
“Where is the forest bandit’s base?”
“South of here, seven kilometers. Wooden fortress, you can’t miss it.”
“How many of them are there?”
“There’s… about twenty-five of us.”
So Troy really was useless. Or Orthon is lying.
“All as equipped as you?”
“No… ARRRGGH! YES, YES! WE HAVE BOWS AND CROSSBOWS!”
Kyle stopped twisting the knife for a moment, thinking deeply. Orthon noticed the hesitation in Kyle’s eyes. “T-That’s right! If you kill me off as well, my comrades are going to be hunting you down! No one escapes us in this forest. This is our home ground!”
“That sounds bad.”
“Yes, it is. So if you wanna live, you’ll-” Orthon couldn’t speak any more, his eyes bulging as he choked on his blood, his windpipe sliced open cleanly by the knife. He stared at Kyle, who did not even continue to look at him, walking off. Kyle couldn’t care less about the gurgling forest bandits-he was more occupied with the new system messages in front of his eyes.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
You killed Forest Bandit Orthon, +200 EXP.
Title Obtained:
Torturer
Pain is sometimes the best language.
+5 INT, +2 STR, +2 DEX, + 10% torture effectiveness.
Your level has increased from level 9 to level 10!