Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
With great power comes great muscular bodies-apart from yours.
+5 STR, +3 DEX, +10% ability to break down moves.
After lunch, Damian led the training, allowing Kyle to focus on preparing for the end of the truce. There was no doubt in his mind that the Red Lions would begin to pressure them now that they were well aware of their ability to produce this many potions.
As long as we can hold on for three days after the end of the truce, it’s a win for us.
Keith was in Kyle’s office, racking his brains over the gang’s finances and equipment, his head resting in his hands. “Is it doable?” Kyle asked.
“To get a similar armor set like the Red Lions? I don’t think so. It’s far too expensive.”
“Hmm…” Kyle pondered. He needed to boost the combat capability of his men before the fight broke out. If they couldn’t procure enchanted armor, what other methods did he have?
“Keith, one more task for you. Set up an induction program for new members and procure a few armbands with the logo of the Seven Snakes on them. Have it done by tomorrow.”
“New members?! We’re so tiny. Who would even want to join us?”
Kyle glared at his underling, who immediately zipped his mouth and nodded.
More members can help bulk up our numbers, but we need a qualitative improvement across the board.
Combat training could only last for ten days-not long enough to drill proper fighting skills into the associates. Sure, the physical training regimen had been running for two weeks, but that didn’t directly translate into fighting potential. Kyle needed instantaneous improvements.
His mind thought about the game-like interface that he now had. Killing people would earn him free stat points and even titles occasionally. However, the points only gave him a slight marginal benefit. It wasn’t worth the potential consequence of enforcers breathing down his neck for random murders happening across the sector-even he didn’t think he could cover up every kill.
The number of people he would have to kill in ten days would be cataclysmic to reach a level where he could take on the entirety of the Red Lions. He needed something different.
The main way to solve this would be to get more potions, but as it stood, there was no chance in hell that Haui had not heard about the deal with the Red Lions or the Lusty Arcian selling cheap stamina potions for repeat customers. With the absurd number of potions being supplied for “free,” the local market for potions must have been in peril by now.
Kyle decided to tackle this problem head-on, bringing a few associates to visit Haui’s shop. He stood just beyond the defensive line of arcia traps that surrounded the alchemist’s house, while the private guards immediately came out, brandishing their swords and maces, ready to fight.
The locals around the food market scampered away, afraid of getting caught in the ensuing fight, while a few brave souls remained to watch the outcome. Even the local enforcers didn’t dare get in between, keeping a clear distance as they carefully observed, reporting the meeting to their superiors.
Haui stepped out of the store in his alchemist robes. “I was expecting you to come soon. Are you planning to raze or to negotiate?”
*****
Kyle Hawthorn: Level 9
Max HP: 34(+0)(+0)(+0) | Max MP: 0(+0)(+0)(+0)
| Max STA: 34(+0)(+0)(+0)
Status Effects
None
Stats
Race: Human
| Class:
Unassigned
| Subclass:
Unassigned
STR: 63(+17)(+0)(+0) | DEX: 39(+13)(+0)(+0)
| INT: 54(+25)(+3)(+0)