The System was not wrong about the numbers, because it took twenty kills to gain one level, and now fifteen men had appeared right in front of him at the same time, which could almost be called perfect timing, but even then there was still a serious problem with that situation.
I can't use my Skills.
It wasn't just about the low Mana level but killing fifteen men instantly without any bullets or weapons would only create problems which could also mean that the Hero Association would definitely come to Gallia and start searching for him.
System, what is the money I get as the starting pack?
[System: 500,000 dollars.]
"How much money would be enough to run from here?" He asked
"What?" She asked back, confused by the question as they are dead poor and in her mind, Joseph is the Joseph she adopted. His son who is as poor as she, the son who never did nothing and now suddenly all of this happened.
"Money. Is fifty thousand enough to go to Alexandria?"
Still nothing. She said nothing, just stared at Joseph.
What do you think, System? Is it enough?
[System: 50,000 is more than enough to live a comfortable life in Alexandria for a few months.]
"I'm going to give you money. Grab my sister and go to Alexandria. Find a hotel or something and live." Joseph said and suddenly, next to him, a blood bulb appeared which he put his hand into, and what he pulled out was a stack of money and tossed it to her.
"This is… what…?" She was neither happy nor sad, more like even more shocked than before as she had never seen this much money in her whole life.
"You take my sister and go to Alexandria." Joseph said while looking directly into her eyes. "Go catch a train and go through the border." He said and then he pulled out a stack of money from nowhere and tossed it to her. "Go live a good life."
There was no long emotional speech after that, and there was no dramatic silence either, because Silvia simply nodded her head and immediately ran to the other room to wake her daughter before escaping through the back door, and it was honestly a little surprising to see how fast she acted without any hesitation.
It was still surreal, almost unreal, but at the same time it was obvious. Her sudden change was because of one single thing that could and would send her into the life she had always wanted and worked for, even if that work had been painful and humiliating and full of silent tears.
Money.
People say that money does not make you happy, that money does not change much, that it cannot fix what is broken inside you, but if anyone looked at Silvia in that moment it would be clear that money was not just paper or numbers, it was safety, it was freedom, it was dignity, and of course it was everything, because when you have spent years selling your body, throwing away your pride as a woman and as a mother, forcing yourself to smile while you feel nothing, just to make sure there is food on the table and rent paid on time, then money is not a shallow desire but the difference between suffering and breathing.
And now suddenly fifty thousand dollars had landed in her hands, not in dreams, not in promises, but real and close enough to touch, and of course she was ready to help with everything, no matter the risk, no matter the blood, because for the first time in her life the door to a different future was open, and she was not going to let it close.
But then again, maybe it was not that surprising.
She clearly believed in Joseph… in her son, because even if he brutally killed two people, he was still a Blessed One in her eyes, and for the poor like her, it doesn't matter how the fuck the money comes… because money is money.
And second Silvia definitely knew that the Joseph standing in front of her now was not the same boy she had once adopted.
There was simply no way a son would suddenly start acting like this without any explanation, but maybe she believed it was because of the System, maybe she thought it was some kind of awakening or sudden change caused by the strange powers that had appeared in the world.
But honestly, it did not matter.
At least not to Joseph.
He simply did not want them to stay here and become obstacles, and right now things were working exactly the way he wanted.
"One magazine. Will it be enough?" He asked himself as he bent down and picked up the gun from the ground.
[System Notice: You were never a sharpshooter.]
"That is true. But the good thing is that I do not need to be a sharpshooter." A small smile appeared on his face as he stepped in front of the half wooden and half metal sheet door and slowly raised the gun. "They are dumb enough to stand right in front of it, and I know how the gang world works." His smile became even wider as he whispered quietly to himself. "Once a few of them die, the rest will run away like dogs."
"Open the fucking door!" A voice shouted from outside, and four of them stood at the front door, banging on it like idiots, as if they didn't realize they could have just pulled it open. The door was a wreck, a piece of shit held together by a broken lock, and yet there they were, shouting and standing right in the way, making themselves the perfect targets for Joseph.
And well, without hesitation, he emptied the whole magazine into and through the door.
There was no chance for them.