I Became The Mafia Boss Inside The Novel

"Come in."

A frigid, solemn voice came from the door. It was familiar to both Hajin and Ragna for some reason.

Click!

Elias twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, unveiling the inside of the 'faculty' room.

The room was rather small, making them inwardly question if it was the teacher's faculty room in the first place.

But there seemed to be no teachers at the moment, except for one familiar instructor who sat in solitude at the end of the room.

On the end of the room, a thick, brown wooden desk was situated. It had a lot of paper and items on top of it.

Meanwhile, sitting on the back of the desk, it was a cold, stern looking man with a mature and intimidating face.

"...It's you."

Alex Midgard raised his brows, looking at Elias and his associates at the door. He stopped signing the papers and asked.

"...What are you three doing here in the faculty?"

"We're here for you, Professor Alex."

Elias said with a small smile, walking up to Alex's desk at the end of the room. Alex just stared at him. He put his hands in his pockets and continued his words. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝙤𝙫𝒆𝓵.𝒄𝙤𝒎

"I suppose you wouldn't mind if I consult you with a few matters, don't you? Help your student out."

"Make it quick."

Alex simply told him without a hint of emotion. He put away the papers and put the pen on the container on top of the table aside for the momenf.

Unsurprised, Elias nodded. He looked at Alex's desk and saw a picture frame of the man and an unknown woman. It was hard to make details of the woman, but the man looked a lot like Alex.

But after a glance, he moved his gaze away. He wasn't the type to put his nose under someone else life. He turned around and stared at Alex with a slight chuckle.

"Professor Alex, thanks for giving me the time to meet you. I couldn't help but meet you again after the impression you gave us in the room."

"...Is that so? What else are you going you say?"

Alex frowned sternly.

However, Elias didn't seem to affected by Alex heavy frown. He sat on the chair in front of the desk, reclining his back against it comfortably. He looked at Alex and commented in a fascinated tone.

"A Rank B special instructor. A well-known, long time hunter instructor of the academy. The Master of Survival and Killing. He Who Does Not Yield. Professor Alex Midgard..."

Alex frown hardened.

"...But perhaps I should call you by your old alias, the 'Grim Reaper' of the underworld instead? That seems to fit you more. Which do you prefer?"

Woosh!

Alex's eyes suddenly widened in shock. His heart shook as his aura went out of control. He accidentally broke an empty mug on top of the desk, shattering it by the mere release of his aura.

Crack!

But he immediately snapped out of his shock and controlled his own aura, stabilizing himself. Alex looked at the three students, the blue haired seemingly serious and the large one grinning widely. His eyes stopped at Elias who had a cool, passive smile.

That alias... he was caught off guard. He didn't expect anyone to remember and recognize that alias at today's age. Much less dare to call him that in front of his face.

And especially not a kid of Elias age.

But then, he immediately frowned and turned solemn. There was no way Elias could've known about him unless someone told the kid.

'This kid.... How does he know about that?'

With the implications of Elias knowing about him, Alex realized that Elias was not that simple. His gaze turned sharp and piercing as he looked at Elias.

At the very least, Elias background should not be simple. To be able to know such confidential information proved that fact.

'I thought that name would be buried in the past... I didnt expect someone would dare to bring it up to my face...'

Alex shook his head as he thought back to the past.

'Grim Reaper' of the underworld was an old alias of his back when he was still active in the underworld.

It was during the Third War or Underworld War fifty years ago, when he reached Rank B and killed a lot of people, causing him to gain such a grim-sounding alias.

The people who still exist today that can recognize him as the 'Grim Reaper' were almost non-existent. Almost zero.

Most of people who knew the identity behind the 'Grim Reaper' had already met their ends in one way or another.

Back then, Alex did not allow anyone to know about his identity due to various reasons involving his personal life.

However, there were still a few groups and individuals in the underworld that knew his identity.

Those groups and inviduals were 'special' and were someone even he could not defeat or kill.

'What part of organization is this kid...? No, maybe better question is who's kid is this...?'

Alex frowned in deep thought as he looked at Elias. Corleone... corleone... he didn't recall anyone with such a name from the war.

'...Nevermind.'

After a moment of silence, Alex thought as he shook his head calmly. There was no use thinking about it, it doesn't matter anymore.

That time was a miserable phase of his life. He had already changed a lot compared to himself from back then. Even if someone still knew, it was hardly something he cared about.

Alex looked at Elias calmly, sighing.

"Those days were in the past. I have no interest talking about them anymore. Whoever told you that, tell them I send my regards. But... speak, why are you here?"

"Alright, alright. I'll get straight to my point,"

Elias nodded slightly. He crossed his legs casually before he continued.

"I'll be blunt. I want to establish a club of my own, can you be the club advisor?"

"No."

Alex immediately shook his head, rejecting his offer.

'Wow, that was an instant no!'

Hajin thought strangely. He turned to look at Elias on the chair and saw that his cousin still had a confident smile one him.

'Oh well, looking at that smug face of his he probably has a plan... I'll put some trust on him then.'

Hearing the immediate rejection, Elias was not deterred in the slightest. He continued with a calm smile.

"Why not hear me out first? It's not gonna be a waste of your time, I promise you that."

Alex fell silent, having the mind to reject it. But after some thought, he shook his head and let Elias continue as he desired.

Seeing him turn silent, Elias smiled inwardly. He looked at Alex and elaborated.

"As I said, I plan to create a club. But it isn't going to a normal club, there's too many to count to them. You see... I want to conquer this academy and overturn its system around. Call me too ambitious, delusional or straight up arrogant... but I want to be a the first one to do that."

"That's why I'm here for you. The research advisor I'm looking for not only needs to be competent, but also ready to handle other teachers in the other high ranked clubs in the future. I can't have someone that can be bought or be scared."

"Among other teachers, who else is better than hunter instructors at handling enemies? And among hunter instructors, who else is better than Professor Alex at handling such kinds of threat?"

Alex mouthed a small 'o' slightly taken aback. He took a deep breath and recomposed himself. He shook his head and asked.

"...You're ambitious, I don't hate that. But you have the wrong opinion of me. I'm not fit for handling clubs, that's out of my expertise."

"You don't need to,"

Elias replied calmly, causing Alex to furrow his brows. He cleared his throat and elaborated.

"I'm gonna handle everything. The business, the system, the activities and members... i'll handle everything. I just need you to act as both a protector and a threat against other organizations. A figurehead, if you will."

Alex fell silent, delving to his own thoughts for a while. That could work... but there was still a huge problem he needed to address.

He slowly raised his head and gazed at Elias solemnly.

"...I want to know why are you so ambitious?"

Elias shrugged noncommittally.

"I told you I wa—"

"Don't lie."

Alex suddenly interrupted him. He narrowed his eyes, causing the room temperature to drop several folds. His eyes flickered a cold gleam.

"I know lies when I hear one, Corleone. Do not try to lie in front of my face or else I won't bother considering your proposal at all."

Hearing that, Hajin and Ragna widened their eyes. Both of them looked at Elias in susprise and confusion.

He was lying about wanting to conquer the academy?

Elias frowned deeply, feeling that the situation was turning too troublesome. He took a deep breath and shook his head in admittance.

"...Alright, fine. I'll admit I'm not entirely truthful with my words. But I'm not lying to you either, I'm just telling you a part of the whole truth."

"Then tell me the whole truth."

Alex claimed calmly.

"Fine,"

Elias sighed, adjusting his seat. He took a deep breath once more and looked at Alex dead in the eye.

Originally, Alex could feel nothing in those eyes at all. It was like an empty snake seemingly unsatisfied and emotionless. No emotion at all but emptiness.

That was how he knew Elias was lying.

But this time, Alex could feel something. Anger. Immaculate fury. Vengeance. Coming out from Elias gaze.

Elias slowly spoke in a cold tone.

"I want to kill someone."

The room fell silent as the temperature in the room felt an obvious decrease. The three of Alex, Hajin, and Ragna were too stunned to reply.

This...

Alexus took a deep breath, recomposing himself. He looked at Elias and didn't know what to say for a while.

But he recognized it this time: truthfulness. Elias Corleone was not lying when he said he wanted to kill someone.

The fury. The anger. The intense desire for vengeance... It could be seen in his eyes.

From beside Elias, Hajin furrowed his brows, seemingly figuring something out from his cousin's words.

After a while, Alexus fell in deep thought. He finally opened his mouth and spoke in a calm tone.

"I see. Then, I'll sign the paper as long as the conditions you told me hold true. I don't want to waste my time handling your club so I'll just be a figurehead."

"Excellent. That's fine by me, Professor Alex."

Elias replied with a smile, the angry gaze he wore suddenly dissapearing like it was never there at all. The way he shifted and controlled his emotions was terrifying.

He took the club form from his pockets and handed it over to Alex.

Alex accepted the club form, looked over the contents and nodded slightly. He signed the paper before giving it back.

"With that,"

Elias took back the paper and stood up, pushing the chair back away. He looked at Alex and gave the man a great smile, one fitting of a charismatic leader.

"Welcome to the Corleone Familia, Professor Alex."