I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 320

Soon after the creature descended to the ground, a chaotic battle ensued inside the Elemental Kingdom.

However, we were able to continue the battle without a single casualty because we had trained for this day.

"Gamauchi, take three steps back, Han Seo-joon. Fill in the gap!"

Luckily, it wasn't too difficult to figure out its movements and patterns.

The creature should have been hard to track with the naked eye, but Jin-woo was clenching his teeth and blocking its every move.

"Young Boss……! I really……! I think I'm going to die……!"

"Gamauchi, pour all the potions you brought just in case, on Jin-woo!"

An order given because Jin-woo needed to block the creature's movements as much as possible.

"Ha, but this is for when something happens to Master-──"

"Understood!"

Gamauchi fell backwards immediately lunged at Jin-woo, pulling a potion out of his pocket and shoving it into his mouth.

"It's expensive, so gulp it down, Master Bevalt!"

"Gulp?! Gulp?!"

He panicked at the potion suddenly stuck in his mouth.

Wait, that color and that bottle are……those are mermaid tears!

It's a high-level potion that can cure even the most serious injuries with just one bottle……!

“Jin-woo Bevalt! I fed you expensive food, so if you can’t endure it, I’ll kill you!”

“Why is everyone doing that to me?"

I could hear the strength in Jin-woo's voice as he crawled back to his feet, obviously recovered.

"Alright, keep draining his strength like this. Don't forget that time is on our side in the end!"

Once old man or father's battle is over the war will be over.

The opponent also knew this, so he became nervous and moved a little faster, accumulating damage.

Still, it was an uneventful battle.

However, not too far from where we were they were playing a completely different genre than ours.

-beam of light.

A spirit emitting a vast beam of light from its back.

"Blinding!"

He swung his fist lightly at the beam of light, extinguishing it, the light itself.

Even better, in the aftermath, not only the beam but also the building behind it disappeared.

And then again, not far from us, as if the true battlefield was there, the place was covered in flames.

-Damn old man! Isn't it hot?!

“It’s nice because it feels like I’m in a sauna. Are there any fried eggs? Peel an egg.”

The old man raises the corners of his mouth as if he's having fun, even though the area was a living hell.

It was more of a battle of strength and technique than a battle of power and strength.

The result is that both of them are enjoying this fight.

Apparently, we're the only ones who are desperate.

"Sasha, two steps to the left!"

I timed it just right, forcing Sasha to step to the side, then slammed my fist into the gap and exploded my Aura.

Kwang──!

The wind curtain that surrounds the creature prevents the blow from landing.

I click my tongue and retreat three paces.

Immediately afterward, Gamauchi strikes the creature in the back with a Great Spirit Bullet, blocking it as it tries to counterattack me.

-Damn you!

The impact of the Great Spirit Bullet was quite strong, and he twists his back and glares at the shooter.

"Han Seo-joon!"

Han Seo-joon rushes toward the creature once more, thrusting his sword with all his might.

-Poof.

Han Seo-Joon's attack was easily embedded in the creature's back.

While the creature was stunned by the blow, I suppressed the power that was about to burst out of me and shouted.

"Everyone, get back!"

In an instant, the group surrounding him backed away, finally gaining some distance.

"I've waited long enough."

Crackle-black flames leap from between my clenched hands.

"This is going to sting."

[Imprint: Dragon (Emissary of the Immortals): He plunged his dagger into the heart of the ruler of the Abyssal Flame and, amidst a flurry of deadly blows, drank the blood of an Immortal. He is the emissary of death who brought the Immortals to rest.]

Suddenly, his face changed. His expression is like that of an herbivore facing a predator.

Yet, in a way, this was to be expected.

The traits I gained from dealing with Fafnir were now working harder than they have in a long time.

[Dragon Slayer]

[1. Dragon Slayer – You deal triple damage against dragon species only]

[2. Terror of Death – You have succeeded in killing an immortal; those who do not know the concept of death fear you]

[3. Mythmaker – You have slain a dragon, and you are writing a new myth. Your rank is greatly increased and you gain immunity to status ailments]

Elementals are basically immortal, so even if they die, they will eventually rise again.

How could such a creature not be terrified when facing the Dragon Breath in front of them?

"──I can sense your fear. Spirit, Fira."

The image of fear spreading around the creature's body howled.

It shudders desperately and cries out.

Help me, it says.

"I'm not that nice."

And then, finally, the dragon breath.

────────!!!

A huge wave of blackness extends from my right hand and engulfs his body.

I finally get my chance.

The flames grow stronger and stronger, threatening to extinguish him completely, even if it means ripping the Aura from my body.

"……Crazy."

I hear someone muttering off to the side, but I don't have the energy to turn my head.

For now, I had to finish him off once and for all.

The winds around him rumbled, emitting a series of strange sounds and then the winds calm down.

"Whoa……."

I catch my breath as I retrieve the aura I've been pouring into Black Mist.

The black flames begin to dissipate.

Only a few items remained where Fira had been a moment ago.

"This is it."

I trudge over to the spot and check the remaining items.

[Name: Fira’s Turmoil]]

[Rank: Unique]

[Typy: Muffler]

[Description: A mysterious muffler that can control the strength of the wind around you. However, it can only control the strength of the winds. Without control, the winds will simply rage around you]

A muffler that lets you control the wind, one I doubt I'll ever need to use.

I glance up and look at Jin-woo.

"Hey, young boss, what's that? I’m tingling like I've had a fateful encounter or something……."

He can't say it out loud, but it's obvious that he's claiming it.

I smirked at the sight.

Normally, I would have dismissed it as ridiculous, but given his performance in this battle, I couldn't ignore him.

He was able to disperse the control of the winds against a near-elemental spirit king, giving him a fighting chance.

Aside from that, given his abilities and mythology, it's hard to ignore…….

"Just. Nothing."

No, I'm not going to give it to you, or more accurately, not "right now.

Because if I give it to him now, he'll just shrug his shoulders and look like he doesn't want it tomorrow.

‘Ha, look, Young-jae, this is how much my Young Boss loves me. Boss Boss, how jealous are you?’

Well, I can see that.

Besides, all good things come in seasons.

It was also too early for Jin-woo to use it right now.

If he used it from now on, he would be tamed by it, and it would stunt the growth of his specialty, wind control.

"Hing……."

‘I'm doing this because I care about you.’

There were two other items that came out.

[Name: Superior Wind Elemental Essence]

[Rank: Unique]

[Type: Material]

[Description: Originally supposed to be immortal. It is the essence of a wind spirit that has returned to nothingness. Just by looking at it, one can feel a gale of wind]

An object similar to the essence that came out when I captured Dark Spirit.

The other was a fragment of a key. However, the information on it was quite unexpected.

[Name: El Lata Administrator Key (1/3)]

[Rank: Semi-Mythical]

[Type: Core]

[Description: This item proves that you are the lord of the spirit city El Lata. It is not yet complete, but when it is, it will allow you to know the general information and details of El Rata]

"……are you crazy?"

An item that Corleone will need if we were to govern this city in the future.

Whether the government calls a mayor here or sends a new administrator, the person with this key is the real owner of the city.

I tucked the three items into my pockets and turned to the gang behind me.

"I'll do the honors in this battle when the two battles over there are over and things are cleaned up. Thank you, all, from the bottom of my heart."

I bowed my head slightly and thanked those who had fought alongside me.

"I was only doing what I was supposed to do. I'm Master's assistant."

Han Seo-joon.

"This isn't the first time you've saved my life. I'll follow you dozens of times, Master."

Gamauchi.

"It was an honor. Master."

Sasha.

"Hehe. Hehehehehe. You're welcome. Get me something nice later."

……Crazy guy.

I turned away from Jin-woo, who had been slapped on the back by Sasha, and looked in the direction of my father and the old man.

Looks like they're done over there, too.

The old man had already finished playing with the fire elemental and was preparing to finish it off.

My father…….

"That was a good one. What's your name?"

-Mote…

"Yes, I'll keep it in the back of my mind. Mote."

Whatever the hell they were fighting, a huge crater had been dug around them.

The buildings had long since been demolished. Only ruins and dust scattered around.

-Human. Your name was surely Vito Corleone.

"Hmm? You mean me?"

My father chuckles at his sudden question.

"Yes. By the way, it's odd that a man who's about to die should ask my name."

"Vito Corleone……I will remember. If I ever come back──

What kind of shit is he saying? This is why I don't like immortals.

I ran straight to him and called out.

"Father! Father!"

I ran toward my father, who was trying to wrap things up quickly.

He turned his head to look at me.

"……What's wrong, Eugene."

"Father, you mustn't kill him."

"What do you mean?"

He's a spirit, too, and he'll come back someday.

Killing him now would still drop an item, but it would likely be a lesser item than if he killed him outright.

"If you want to make sure you get a good item, you might as well make sure you kill it."

I smirked as I lit a black flame in my right hand.

"If I kill him, he’ll really die. Do you mind if I take care of it?"

At that moment, Mote's demeanor at my father's feet changed.

He saw the aura that surrounded me, the one that kills immortals. He suddenly began to struggle.

-Wait! Stop! How can a mortal have the power to kill us……No, what is that……!

"Hooo……."

At that, my father looked in my direction, intrigued.

I nodded, stepping forward.

"Because Corleone would never let a wolf with its teeth bared live."

"Right."

Immobilizing him with more force, my father stepped back, his body shifting slightly.

"Still, he fought me to the death. Let him go without pain."

My father, still a gentleman to the end, asks me to finish the job.

-Ah, no!

"Farewell, Mote."

BANG──!!

-Kaaaaaaaaaah…….

His soul was slowly fading away.

It was a futile end for a creature that had reached the brink of becoming a Spirit King, but isn't that how the world works?

I looked at his end and smiled wryly.