I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 140

Screeeeech─ Screeeeech─

Every time the rust-red door swayed in the wind, the grating sound of metal echoed unpleasantly.

A shabby bar, seemingly made from scrap metal.

Despite countless people endlessly burning cigarettes and unknown substances, the peculiar smell of trash remained.

The stench of human garbage.

Yet, even such a place was still a place where people lived. The bustling residents of Junk Town today once again masked their own stench with the rich aroma of the cheap whiskey handed to them by the Master.

'You bastard! I asked for gasoline, and you gave me diesel?'

'You're the idiot who can't tell the difference, so why are you yelling at me?'

Drunken people fought, throwing punches and sparks, scattering metal fragments everywhere, but others simply picked up the scattered pieces.

They did not intervene in the fight.

'Fine, you jerk. I'll pour diesel into your car right now, and we'll call it even. Huh?'

'Are you insane? Who would ruin someone's car───'

At that moment.

Jingle─

The sound of a bell from the entrance drew the attention of those watching the fight.

It wasn't an unusual phenomenon.

In a place made of trash and filled with trash, a man in a pristine black suit and fedora had walked in.

The man casually scanned the surroundings before sitting at the lounge bar where the Master was and placing a small mana stone on the counter. He spoke softly.

"Milk."

"Ha, what?"

The first thing he said after walking in with such weighty presence was "milk"?

The unexpected remark made the Master glare at the man in disbelief.

"This isn't a place for kids, so we don't have that kind of stuff...... here!"

The bald man tilted his fedora back and grinned at the man.

However.

"Your face...... it's gone?"

It was because his face seemed distorted, evoking a sense of emptiness, making it impossible to perceive.

"What would you do even if you saw my face?"

The man's voice as he spoke was peculiar.

It was a voice that seemed fitting to emerge from a hazy, distorted face, like a moving black hole.

Even though his expression couldn't be seen, the Master could tell he was smiling.

"......Are you a Villain?"

"Does that matter? What should matter is why I came here."

Tap. Tap.

The man spoke while tapping the table with his index finger.

As a result, others also began to focus their attention on the man at the lounge bar.

"......Why did you come to Junk Town?"

"I received a request."

"A request?"

"A request to clean up the trash on Jeju Island."

"Clean up trash...... what on earth are you──"

Bang!

As if signaling the start of a battle, the man slammed the table with his fist, sending wooden fragments scattering around.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!!"

The Master, quickly shielding his face with his arm to block the fragments, shouted, and the other Radars in the bar immediately rushed outside as if on cue.

And.......

"Take this, you bastard!"

From under the table, someone pulled out a shotgun and aimed at the man's chest, pulling the trigger.

Bang! The bullet struck directly with a loud sound.

However, the man stood still, unmoving, absorbing the entire impact as he silently reached into his inner pocket.

"Is that what you call a shotgun?"

Swoosh. Out came an old-fashioned double-barrel shotgun.

"This is what a shotgun should be."

───!!

The Master, hit directly by the shotgun, was sent flying through the bar and out into the open.

Through the hole created, the man walked to the back of the bar, where he found himself surrounded by a group of Radars. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Like ants, you come swarming immediately when one of your comrades is taken out."

In a lawless place like this, it was extremely difficult for Radars who had hit rock bottom to survive.

That's why they gathered the corpses of dead monsters and trash to create their own city, which they named 'Junk Town.'

The rule was simple.

'Trash helps trash.'

If a Radar was in danger, another Radar would help.

That was how they survived.

"Kill him!"

At the sound of a woman's shout from somewhere, the guns they held began to spew an overwhelming amount of smoke.

A barrage of gunpowder so intense it even covered up the smell of the junkyard.

The relentless attack continued until every magazine was completely emptied.

"Huff, huff, huff."

After firing in a trance for a long time, the Radars finally felt the fatigue catching up to them and waited for the smoke to clear.

And then.

"!!"

The man finally revealed himself.

Standing calmly with his arms wide open, as if to say, "Try as much as you want," he had absorbed all the bullets and explosions. His clothes only had a bit of dust on them.

He looked completely unscathed.

"Is that all for your welcoming party?"

Tilting his head as if inviting them to do more, the Radars hesitated and began to retreat.

"A, a monster! He's a monster!"

Realizing that they couldn't stop him with their own power, they decided to call Junk Town's strongest force.

"Call the Cleaners! Regular firearms don't work!"

At the same time as the shout.

Eeeeeee────

A siren echoed through the city, and the Radars surrounding the faceless man began to clear a path.

From that gap emerged a group of five or six people.

Each of them wore iron masks that looked as if they were made from scrap metal. They clicked their tongues in disbelief upon seeing the man standing atop the crushed bullets.

"Damn, what a mess during siesta time."

"Why the hell is that guy in Junk Town?"

"He must be after something."

"Could he be a fixer sent from another region? Fixers usually dress like that."

Grumbling like that, they soon pulled out flamethrowers and other heavy weapons from their backs and shouted.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?"

"We'll roast you alive."

As if he had been waiting for this, the man clapped his hands and greeted the Cleaners.

"Finally, you're here. The true power of Junk Town, the Cleaners."

Slowly, the man began to move.

The Cleaners, wary of him, prepared for battle. But the man showed no intention of fighting, merely walking forward.

Knowing his prowess, the tense Cleaners' heads turned to follow his steps.

At the end of his movement.

He climbed onto the largest motorcycle among the group.

"Idiots. Thanks for clearing the way."

"What?"

He passed by the Cleaners and began sprinting into the city.

Suddenly fleeing at a moment when anyone would expect a fight.

The Cleaners stared blankly, as if they hadn't expected this situation at all.

Among them, the first to come to her senses was a woman, who shouted in surprise.

"What are you doing, you bastards! Run!"

Only then did the Cleaners come to their senses and start running after the man.

The man, as if taunting them to catch him if they could, even adjusted his speed, causing the Cleaners' faces to flush with anger.

But soon, their expressions stiffened as they saw the direction the man was heading.

"......Isn't that the way to the power plant?"

"The power plant? That's where we just were!"

"No way, did he pull this stunt just to fool us?"

As they had expected, the man was sprinting toward a place in Junk Town known as the power plant.

"Damn it! That's why I said someone should stay behind!"

"You're the idiot who said it was boring and wanted everyone to come along, you moron!"

That place held the core component, the reason Junk Town could even exist.

"Damn it! Damn it! Get back there, quickly!"

"If the power plant gets looted, we're all dead! Run faster!"

The Cleaners, now certain of the man's objective, quickened their pace.

Turning the corner and checking the power plant's entrance, they were greeted by already incapacitated guards and wide-open doors.

"Damn it......! How did he get through the password?!"

The corridor bore the deep skid marks of a motorcycle. Some doors were open, while others reeked of gunpowder.

It was clear evidence of a forced breakthrough that left a mess in its wake.

The Cleaners hurriedly entered the power plant.

But.

"......Damn it."

"How did he even know about this place......."

And just as they feared.

The power plant's core, the 'Thunder God's Stone,' which should have been in the central component, was gone.

In its place was a crumpled piece of paper.

A woman slowly stepped into the center and unfolded the paper, her body trembling.

[Baengnokdam]

The man wanted the Radars to head to Baengnokdam.

* * *

"Junk Town is done. Should I head back now?"

What I did wasn't much.

All I did was press their panic buttons and run away.

"The Tangerine Farm incident was a bit dangerous though......."

When I decimated most of the Tangerine Farm with a Tommy gun equipped with a Mana Silencer, awakened farmer riders with sickles and hoes chased after me, and I almost got caught.

But since I managed to stir up the four major powers of Jeju Island, I could call it a win.

Especially considering the items I obtained in the process, it was definitely worth it.

[Name: Thunder God's Stone]

[Grade: Unique]

[Type: Material]

[Description: A stone imbued with the power of the Thunder God. It releases strong electric currents on its own and enhances affinity with spirits.]

[Name: Golden Tangerine]

[Grade: Unique]

[Type: Elixir]

[Description: The Golden Tangerine is said to be borne by the oldest Ghost Tangerine Trees, only once every ten years. When consumed, it permanently increases Aura and Mana recovery rates.]

Since I told them to come to Baengnokdam to find these, the others would all head there.

Just imagining the amusing scene made me chuckle as I returned to the Cathedral, where the Bishop and Yoon Gwangsoo greeted me with incredulous expressions.

"The Tangerine Farm guys and the Radars just sent a pigeon. They're asking if we lost anything. What the hell have you been up to?"

It had been six hours since I'd left, saying I'd bring everyone to Baengnokdam.

It seemed the Cathedral had also received messages from others.

"Not much? I just did something similar to what I did here at the Cathedral."

"Something similar?"

In front of her confused face, I revealed the 'Thunder God's Stone' and the 'Golden Tangerine.'

"You have to steal at least this much to ensure they'll come, right?"

"......Crazy. Sir Hitman, did you really steal those? Alone?"

"It was easier than I thought."

With knowledge of their patrol routes, landmarks, and even security codes, it was a piece of cake for me.

It would've been stranger if I hadn't managed to steal them.

"If we don't send them any messages, they'll think we're the culprits. We should claim we lost something too......."

"Same here. The pigeon sent by the Apprentice also mentioned receiving a similar message."

"We'll just say we were hit too. Bishop, you can claim Ascalon was taken. The Workshop Master can say a secret manual imbued with ornaments was stolen. That should keep them from suspecting us."

The one who claims Baengnokdam will claim these four treasures.

"......But will they really come to Baengnokdam? Even if you left traces and stole those things, they might think it's a trap."

"If you lost Ascalon and read a note telling you to come to Baengnokdam, would you not go?"

"......Even if it's a trap, I'd have to go."

"Exactly, which is why I only took treasures they absolutely need to protect. That's the kind of loot that will make them move."

Saying that, I turned and looked toward the distant Baengnokdam.

The numerous monsters that awaited on the way to Baengnokdam would now be dealt with by others.

We just needed to use that chance to sever Fafnir's head.

"Workshop Master, did you tell the Cheongyacha Workshop to bring their full force to the Cathedral by tomorrow?"

"I delivered the message clearly."

"Good. Then, let's all rest well. Tomorrow, we're really heading out for a raid."

The large-scale raid (forced participation) to hunt the dragon was just around the corner.