CH 4.1

Just as I put on my ring, my phone alarm went off.

“A new feature has been activated!” the alert read.

When I checked my information, a new entry appeared under the “Traits” section.

[Name: Eugene Han Corleone]

[Gender: Male]

[Occupation: Heir to the Underworld]

[Traits: Bad Boy, Heir to the Underworld (N)]

The trait of being the ‘Heir to the Underworld’.

I never thought I would gain two traits in just one day.

Was this game always this rewarding? I wondered as I clicked on the new trait, and a description appeared.

【Heir to the Underworld】

[1. An Offer You Can’t Refuse – Negotiation skills increase slightly. Negotiation skills increase significantly against those who feel fear.]

[2. Locked]

[3. Locked]

It was a trait with three options.

Although I couldn’t see the other two pieces of information, I could tell that this ability alone had unimaginable power with the “An Offer You Can’t Refuse” skill.

In this world where you could reach the ending just by talking, the ability to increase negotiation skills was invaluable.

Why was Eugene Han Corleone, the original owner of this body, always left behind and unable to join the ranks of the strong?

As someone who had cleared the game even with the most malicious characters, this was a part that I couldn’t understand.

But it was because of this that the word “hope” began to take root in my heart.

I was someone who had achieved achievements that no other human had in the original world.

“…I will definitely survive.”

With the determination to achieve Eugene Han Corleone’s ending, I buried myself in bed for tomorrow’s class as the new day approached.

* * *

“Vito Corleone. The boss, who is now called as ‘Don’ by everyone, was originally an ordinary worker who fled to Korea to avoid the dungeons.”

At that time, the world was in chaos.

One day, a disaster called ‘Dungeon’ suddenly appeared.

The dungeon first appeared in Europe, and then spread to Asia and America like wildfire.

“The boss was originally a refugee who fled to Korea to avoid the dungeons. He was a simple person who set up a tavern and did business in the refugee area.”

But one-day, dungeons suddenly appeared in Seoul, South Korea.

“The fortunate thing was that when dungeons appeared in South Korea, the country already had awakened heroes.”

The South Korean government tried to conquer the dungeons by using these heroes.

However, at that time, the number of awakened heroes was very small.

“The South Korean government had to make a choice. Should they save the wealthy and their citizens who were a bit far away, or should they save the poor, such as refugees, who were closer?”

“What? It’s very different from what I learned…”

I blurted out without realizing it.

As a user who played this game quite a lot, I knew most of the background.

And as far as I knew, the South Korean government had successfully conquered all the dungeons.

But there were hidden elements like this?

Perhaps this was information that could only be obtained by following this route.

As a deceased person, my heart began to race. (T/L: Meaning: One with no life, who spends his/her all-time playing game.)

“This incident is nothing but a disgraceful incident for the South Korean government.”

The man who was in charge of my successor’s education, and the man who tried to protect me from the ‘Sword Saint’ Choi Seon-ho, with my father yesterday.

Parnello began to explain the incident at that time in this way.

“We refugees and immigrants were abandoned. It was suicide to resist the monsters pouring out of the dungeon with nothing but our bodies.”

However, the immigrants began to gather with weapons in hand.

It was to survive.

“At that time, the one who led us first was Don Vito. Your father.”

My father displayed excellent leadership and began to lead the immigrants.

Father’s judgment was always accurate, and people began to attach the title ‘Don’ to his name.

“And finally, the boss awakened.”

At that time, it was like a miracle.

In the most difficult times, the strongest person was given power.

“The boss who gained strength began to gather other awakened individuals.”

The awakened individuals, who began to gather around the bar Corleone, started to deal with all the monsters in the immigrant area, and finally only the dungeon remained to be conquered.

“Most of the awakened individuals continued to suffer severe injuries from the incessant cleansing of monsters. The only one who remained unscathed was the boss.”

Vito Corleone was truly a hero.

He did not receive the official title of “Hero” as he did not graduate from the academy, but his deeds were no different from those of a hero.

“The boss said he would conquer the dungeon alone and stepped into the dungeon.”

“Alone? Wasn’t anyone stopping him from going to conquer the dungeon alone?”

Parnello chuckled at my words.

“Because he’s the boss. At that time, people who saw the boss just cheered and joked.”

About 20 minutes after Vito Corleone entered the dungeon.

He succeeded in conquering the dungeon without a single injury.

The myth of Corleone began.

“From that point on, the Korean government could no longer ignore our Corleone. There weren’t many people who could conquer the dungeon alone.”

Also, abandoning the area where there were immigrants and refugees would have played a part.

After saying this, Parnello took a sip of water.

“Of course, there were many who aimed kill the boss. The government, foreign assassins, other organizations… Yet, not a single person endangered the boss. That’s why Corleone became the greatest organization.”

That’s how Parnell’s story about the history of Corleone ended.

After listening to his explanation, I finally understood why my father had such high expectations for my admission to the academy.

He was everyone’s hero, but ultimately, he was not recognized in the country.

That’s why he might have wanted to raise me as a “hero” who would be recognized in the country.

“Huhu, you look bored. I understand. I don’t think my words are that interesting either.”

Seeing my expression, Parnello smiled subtly, as if he was disappointed.

“Did I give myself away? Next time, why don’t you make a documentary and come?”

“A documentary? Um… that’s worth considering. I’ll take your opinion into account.”

No, it was a joke.

“Well then, let’s move on to physical training.”

After saying that, Parnello took off his training clothes and elegantly put on his sleeves.

As he took off his training clothes, his muscular body was revealed, which was hard to believe was that of a middle-aged man.

“Let’s go outside. You won’t be bored this time.”

“Huh?”

Did he say that because of the joke I made earlier?

By the way, this was Parnell’s information in the encyclopedia.

[Name: Parnello Ramich]

[Affiliation: Corleone]

[Description: A member of the Corleone organization and a loyal right-hand man to Don Vito Corleone. He is a witness to the history of the Corleone organization and is known in society as the “Black Hound of Corleone” or “Corleone’s Sword.”]

A sense of unease began to creep in.

A duel with Corleone’s Black Hound.

It was a time when I was resenting myself for thinking it would be easy to survive in CS.