Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
Kyle dragged Riker away from the room, Damian shutting the door behind them. A cold shiver ran down Lionel’s spine.
What in the world are they attempting?
Riker was tossed into an empty room and tied down to a wooden chair, Kyle being the only other person inside.
“How are you feeling?”
“F… Fuck you…” Riker was still in a cold sweat, his eyes bloodshot as he tried to keep his head up.
Kyle placed his hands on Riker’s shoulder, who began to struggle but was unable to break free of the ropes and Kyle’s iron grip.
“Inspect. Analyze. Identify.”
Nothing appeared.
“Interesting.” Kyle thought he might have been able to see a statistical table of Riker or at least a status effect of some sort, but they did not exist. He tried a few more words, but nothing happened.
Hmm…
He examined Riker carefully, checking his eye reactions, heartbeat, pulse, and so on.
If only I had a full medical wing here. A side project for the future.
Noted symptoms: Increased heart rate, sweating, hot and cold flashes, hallucinations, and perhaps loss of vision, not unlike dehydration.
“Riker.” Kyle stood in front of him, snapping his fingers to catch the prisoner’s attention.
“If you defeat me now, I’ll let you go and give you this potion.” Kyle pulled a Stamina Potion from his suit’s inner pocket.
Riker’s eyes were suddenly rejuvenated with life, and his head nodded vigorously. As soon as Kyle removed the ropes, Riker attacked without hesitation.
Kyle did not counter-attack this time, merely dodging left and right as he observed Riker’s muscle movements and reaction timing.
Too slow, too weak, lack of awareness. A shadow of his former self. Perfect.
“I’ve seen enough.”
“N-No, wait. P-Please!” His hands tried to grab onto Kyle, missing completely as he collapsed onto the floor. Kyle tied him up again with ease and returned him to his cage.
Damian and Keith waited for him in the office.
“Continue to feed Riker, but do not give him any more Euria-infused potions.” Kyle plopped down into his chair. “Moving forward, we will split the remainder of the prisoners into three groups: not infused potions, Euria-infused potions administered non-stop, and Euria-infused potions only administered on the first day.
Each gang member will rotate and defeat one of each group every day in combat. At the end of the day, I’ll heal all of them. Got it?”
Damian nodded, leaving the room to pass down the modified training regimen.
“Sir, a few people have shown up at the entrance, wanting to join the Seven Snakes,” Keith informed.
Faster than I expected.
“Have them gather in my office as soon as possible.”
Ten young men rushed in soon after. They lined up, their eyes eager as they stared at Kyle. Niko was among them, having quit his factory job after witnessing Kyle’s performance first-hand, completely enamored by the prospect of gang life and strength. How could he accept languishing in mediocrity when greatness was right in front of him?
Kyle recognized most of them as onlookers from his fight with the Red Lions. He got up from his chair and inspected them for any irregularities. As he returned to the first of them, he suddenly launched a high kick toward the man’s face, only stopping mere millimeters away from it. The man barely had time to react, only stumbling a step backward a few moments later.
“If you’re here, you know what you’re signing up for. Death is a real possibility.” Kyle returned to his standing position. “I am not looking for men who simply want to take it easy or boss others around. Mutual loyalty is an integral part of how I run our group. Do right by me, and I’ll do the same for you, no matter what happens.”
I was right to come here!
Niko’s heart swelled with happiness, his fist clenching as he praised himself for making the right choice. His prior factory job was soulless, with the manager barely caring if anyone died or went missing. They were just numbers to be replaced. Kyle’s words had struck a chord with Niko, causing him and a few others to nod their heads vigorously.