Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
Control those who oppose you with fear.
+50% intimidation success chance.
Duration: 5 minutes
Cooldown: 1 day
Skill Obtained:
Penchant for Violence (Basic)
A good crime lord must be fluent in the language of the underworld.
All combat stats temporarily increase by 100% for a short duration.
Duration:
15 seconds
Cooldown:
10 minutes
Skill Obtained: This is My Turf (Basic)
No one gets close to you without your word.
Creates a selective domain where enemies are unable to approach.
Duration: 30 seconds
Cooldown:
3 hours
Skill Obtained:
Designate Follower (Basic)
Can’t be a crime lord without underlings.
Marks any sapient being as a follower, enabling telepathic communication.
Current Limit: 1 Follower
Range: Limited
Kyle didn’t bother checking the skills in-depth, immediately checking the time. It was almost nighttime now-the class integration had taken the entire day. His body was covered in sweat and blood, prompting him to take yet another shower.
He glanced at his face in the mirror, realizing his facial structure had improved, with the former face being boosted with a charismatic effect closer to what he remembered he looked like in his past life. His auburn hair had become darker, matching his former black hair color.
What the hell is this interface?
The bed was soaking wet with sweat and bloodstains from his hands, so he got the room service to change it out. Keeping his belongings with him, he left the room while they cleaned up the place, heading down to the inn’s lobby for dinner.
This time, the inn was crowded, filled with many of the townsfolk. Kyle noticed the three merchants and the gruff driver were already in the same inn, telling stories about a monster attacking the forest bandits.
One of the merchant’s eyes landed on Kyle’s face for a brief moment before looking away and continuing to tell the story to enthralled listeners.
Is my face really that different, or did they just not pay much attention? Well, that saves me some trouble, at least.
Kyle found an empty table and sat down, peering at the menu that had been carved into a board above the bar. Ordering his meal, he glanced around the inn, listening in on some of the conversations happening around.