"System, the memories I want to see them."
[System: Activating memory link. Are you ready?]
"Yes, do it."
The moment he answered, the system activated, and fragments of memory began to flow into his mind, not as clear scenes but as broken pieces that came and went in seconds, forcing him to quickly piece them together, and even though they were incomplete, they were enough.
The next thing he understood was what the fat man had said before.
Whoever this body belonged to had truly danced with the Don's wife.
But what truly surprised Arman was something else.
This man was not part of the mafia, not part of any gang, not even connected to that world in any way, the memories showed no family, no friends, just a single man walking alone in the streets, and somehow, by pure bad luck, he ended up at the wrong party, at the wrong time, drunk and only wanting a good night, only to fall into the hands of a torturer.
[System: Memory link is over.]
"This man was truly fucking crazy." Arman said with a small laugh. "So what did you see?"
[System: The year is 2022. You are in a country called Medilas, currently on the outskirts of the capital Vienna. The person had no connection to the underworld.]
"Well, that is not much." Arman whispered. "Did you see where I am exactly? And if there are guards?"
[System: I saw for a brief second. You are currently in a warehouse and If I am correct there are eight guards with heavy weapons just outside, and a dozen more around the fenced area. There are also roadblocks on the road that leads here.]
"Well, that is bad, but at least I will have some kills." He smiled and with it be began to to look around the torture he was in.
Fist he noticed a pile of clothes thrown to the side, clothes that clearly did not belong together and were most likely taken from the people that the pig had killed before him, but even if the thought disgusted him, he knew he had no other choice if he wanted to move forward, so he walked over and picked something that fit him and began to dress up.
When he finished, he stood still for a moment and looked at himself, and in the end, he looked surprisingly decent.
"I am already a don, huh?" He asked as he stared into a broken mirror on the side, his reflection showing a man in a black shirt, black pants, white shoes, and a black belt. "All I need is a gun."
It did not take long before he found what he was looking for.
The clothes of the fat man who had tortured him were still there, and attached to them was a pistol holder, so Arman reached for it and pulled out the weapon, and the moment he held it in his hand, he paused in surprise.
"Woah." He was truly surprised as he ran his fingers across the engraving on the slide of the pistol. "The Racceli family? So you were a high ranked one, huh?" He glanced toward the man on the ground. "Having a gun like this means a lot, but now it is mine."
Everything was done. He had cloth on adna gun, so next he turned toward the door on the side. That door was the path forward, the path that would lead him to greatness.
So opened it and another big surprise awaited him.
"What the fuck…"
It was the exact thing he had wanted to burn not long ago.
Drugs.
Stacks and stacks of them reached all the way up to the ceiling of the warehouse, more than a ton, far more than anything he had ever seen even in his past lives, and the moment the realization hit him, he immediately closed the door again.
"Why the fuck would they bring somebody to torture. That is stupid.."
[System: You are skinny, less than 60 kilos, and your height is 185. This body is weak and harmless in their eyes. They wanted to torture him as soon as possible.]
"Makes sense but still… fuck this is going to be hard. What should I even do?
He knew he wouldn't be able to simply walk out calmly like he wanted, but he already knew the answer to his own question and the consequences that answer would bring him.
Seeing that much of drugs brought back an idea he had not long ago
.[System: I think you already know the answer.]
"Of course. I'm going to burn all of it."
The idea in his mind was that if he burns all the drugs, they will see him as a villain not just any villain, but someone who directly challenges a powerful mafia family, one strong enough to store such a large amount of product so close to a capital city.
He liked the idea so much that he could stop smiling.
Because if they were able to do something like this, store this much drugs just outside the capital, it also meant they had connections to the government, and if he started killing people connected to that system, then he would no longer just be seen as a villain.
He would become known as the public enemy number one.
[System: Good luck trying to become the villain of everyone.]
"I have never felt this excited before. I am truly on the path of—"
He couldn't finish it because suddenly the door swung open, and the person standing there was the same woman Arman had seen in the memories
The Don's wife.
"Uh… hello darling."
[System: You are fucked.]