Xavier sat on a metal chair in the armory. Victor had decided that the ambush operation will only consist of twenty persons including Xavier. Knowing the kind of effect his identity will have on this mission, Xavier had decided to wear a mask.
"System. Kindly show me my stats please." Xavier said to the system. «Ding! STAT (System for Transfer and Analysis of Tactical data): Host: Xavier Hale Age: 18 Status: Healthy Attributes: Strength (STR); 35 Intelligence (INT); 40 Agility (AGI); 35 Vitality (VIT); 40 Endurance (END); 40 Charisma (CHA); 25 Combat stats: Attack power (ATK); 45 Defense (DEF); 40 Health points (HP); 100% Mana points (MP); 300 Accuracy (ACC); 60% Evasion (EVA); 55% Performance metrics: Experience points (XP); 1,400 Level; 3 (1,400/20,000) Skills: Revitalization (passive, upgradable) lvl 3 Ever-Calm (passive, non upgradable) Undying Resolve (active, non upgradable) Weapon master (passive, upgradable) lvl 4 Hand-to-hand combat (passive, upgradable) lvl 5 Gold or currency; 3,000 Kills or deaths; 13 kills, 1 death Win-loss record; 1 win against Continental Goal: To be a Mafia Lord. (System suggests host to level up quickly as current pace is equivalent to a snail's crawl).» "It seems you are right. Perhaps this mission will give me what I need." Xavier said. To him, this mission was just a means to level up.. becoming a Mafia Lord was all that matters, nothing else did. * Xavier crouched behind a stack of crates, his heart racing with anticipation. The warehouse district was dimly lit, the only sound was the distant hum of the city's nightlife. He glanced at Victor, who nodded silently. Xavier had wore a black gangsta rag over his face just in case someone who knows him will be in one of the cars. "Remember, take out the guards first," Victor whispered to the group. "Then we go for the shipment." Xavier nodded, his eyes fixed on the convoy approaching in the distance. Two black SUVs, flanked by motorcycles, sped towards the warehouse. "Get ready," Victor hissed. The convoy screeched to a halt outside the warehouse. Guards poured out, scanning the area. Xavier took aim, his gun aimed on the nearest guard. "Now!" Victor shouted. Xavier squeezed the trigger, his gun firing in unison with the others. The guards who were shot fell dead, as they were caught off guard. The motorcycles roared to life, speeding towards the ambushers. "Incoming!" someone yelled. Xavier leapt aside, avoiding the rain of bullets. He returned fire, taking out a motorcycle. The rider crashed to the ground, screaming. The system's notification kept ringing inside his head, he could not help but grin. He looked exactly like the Joker in one of DC's movie. The SUVs opened fire, their windows shattering under the onslaught. Xavier sprinted towards the nearest vehicle, gun blazing. He tore open the door, dragging out a struggling guard, due to the Undying Resolve active skill, his strength and attributes had doubled, h was now stronger than the guards. "Get the shipment!" Victor bellowed, although he was shocked to see Xavier yanking out carbon steel, he still kept his wits together and delivered orders. Xavier tossed the guard aside, diving into the SUV. Crates filled the interior, stamped with the Hale Family crest. Xavier's heart skipped a beat. This was it. Suddenly, the warehouse erupted into chaos. Reinforcements arrived, pouring out of the shadows. Xavier's group fought back, but they were outnumbered. "Fall back!" Victor shouted. Staying here will spell their doom, and besides, they had achieved their aim. They had taken out most of the Hale family's men and also destroyed some of the important merchandise.. whatever it was. Xavier grabbed a crate, sprinting towards the exit. Bullets whizzed past, the sound deafening. He burst through the door, crate in hand, and saw Victor's team pinned down. Just as he was about to help them, someone blocked his path. "Put down the crate and I promise to give you a quick death." Xavier froze. He recognized exactly who was in his path. It was none other than his half-brother 'Marco'. Xavier and Marco faced off amidst the sounds of gunshots and painful screams, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. Xavier felt his anger rising as he was staring at the one of the people responsible for his painful death. Till this moment he could not shake off the fear he felt in that burning car, meanwhile Marco was just plain arrogant as he could not accept the fact someone had the guts to rob the Hale Family. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, their fists clenched and ready. Xavier, the younger half-brother, was now slightly skilled in Hand-to-hand combat as he had been training hellishly with Marcus back at the LaGraine family mansion, his movements were fluid and calculated. Marco, on the other hand, relied on brute strength and aggression. Without warning, Marco charged at Xavier, swinging a powerful punch. Xavier dodged the attack with ease, countering with a swift kick to Marco's stomach. Marco grunted, rolling over, but quickly recovered and launched himself at Xavier again. The two half-brothers clashed, their fists flying in a flurry of punches and blocks. Xavier landed a solid punch to Marco's jaw, but Marco retaliated with a vicious uppercut that sent Xavier crashing to the ground. Marco pounced, pinning Xavier down with his knees. He raised his fist for the finishing blow, but Xavier rolled out of the way just in time, using Marco's momentum against him. Xavier sprang to his feet, delivering a devastating combination of kicks and punches that sent Marco stumbling back. Marco snarled, his eyes blazing with anger. He charged again, but Xavier was ready. With a swift and precise movement, Xavier took Marco down with a perfectly executed extension kick. The two half-brothers struggled on the ground, their bodies locked in a fierce grappling match. Xavier managed to gain the upper hand, pinning Marco's arms behind his back. Marco thrashed and kicked, but Xavier held firm, his grip unyielding. Finally, Marco lay still, defeated. Xavier released his grip, standing up and towering over his half-brother. Their chests heaved with exhaustion, their eyes still locked in a fierce stare. "Whoever you are, you just made a terrible mistake. No one dares steal from the Hales." Marco said through gritted teeth. "Really brother? And here I thought the family was declining?" Xavier said before removing his mask. Marco was shocked speechless. "I'll leave you alive so you can pass on a message to Father. Tell father I'll be back, and when I do, it won't end well for him and the rest of you." Xavier said and then slammed the butt of his pistol on Marco's head. Marco fell unconscious. "Keep moving!" Victor yelled. He hadn't seen the exchange between Xavier and Marco, although he had caught a glimpse of them fighting, but he didn't know the full details. Xavier sprinted towards the getaway car, crate clutched tightly. They sped away, leaving the carnage behind. As they caught their breath, Xavier opened the crate. Gold bars and stacks of cash glittered in the sunlight. "We did it," Victor said, grinning. «Ding! Congratulations to Host on completing his very first mission and taking a step towards his goal.» «Ding! Level 3 (15,400/20,000)» Xavier smiled, soon he will be able to level up again.Xavier walked into the meeting room, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. The LaGraine family elders and Victor were already seated, their faces stern and focused. "Xavier, thank you for joining us," Victor said, his voice firm. "We've received intel that the Hale Family is transporting a new shipment to their warehouse. We believe it contains more of the crystalized energy cells we discovered amongst the crates." Two nights ago, they had ambushed the Hale family's convoy and raided their warehouse. They discovered that apart from refined gold, most of the crates contained blocks of energy cells. Xavier's eyes narrowed. "What's so special about these energy cells?" Victor leaned forward. "They have the potential to produce new, highly advanced weapons. We can't let the Hale Family get their hands on that kind of power, once they make use of these energy cells, they will be unstoppable amongst the Mafia community. We need to get that power for ourselves." The elders
Xavier and his team were dragged to a secured cell in the basement, the sound of dripping water and faint screams echoing through the corridors. Marco sneered at them, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You fools," Marco spat. "You thought you could infiltrate our mansion and steal from us? We've been expecting you." Xavier's eyes narrowed. "How did you know?" Marco chuckled. "Your precious Victor thought he was clever, planting a spy in our midst. But we discovered the traitor and turned them to our advantage." "Who was it?" Xavier demanded, his anger rising. Marco leaned in, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Ah, that would be telling. Let's just say they were very close to Victor. Close enough to feed us information and lead you into our trap." Xavier's mind raced. Who could it be? One of Victor's most trusted allies? Marco continued, "We fed your spy false information, and they unsuspectingly led you into our trap. And now, you'll pay the price." Xavier's anger flared, b
Xavier sat in Victor's office, nursing his whiskey, his mind reeling from the failed rescue mission. The dim lighting and soft hum of the air conditioner couldn't calm his frustration. He still couldn't believe the fact that Marco played him and got away with it again. Now what was he to do about his mother. He couldn't begin to imagine what his Mother would be going through at the hands of Marco and rest of the Hale family.Victor's expression was grim, his eyes reflecting the weight of their failure. "Xavier, I'm sorry. We underestimated Marco's preparations."Xavier's gaze drifted toward the cityscape outside, his voice laced with frustration. "It's not your fault, Victor. I knew the risks. But I won't give up." Of course he won't give up. He couldn't tell Victor the real reason for his determination.Victor leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. "We'll regroup, plan again. We won't let Marco win."Regroup and plan again? Not a chance. Xavier had already received a message from th
Xavier left Victor's office, determination in his stride. He had a plan, and now it was time to execute it. His first stop was the city's underworld, where mercenaries and black-market dealers lurked.He had paid the system ten gold coins to get a list of the most reputable mercenary group in the country.He arrived at the infamous Red Diamond bar, a hub for illicit activities. The bouncer, a towering giant, eyed Xavier before nodding."You here for business or pleasure?"Xavier smiled. "Business. I'm looking for Jack Harris."The bouncer's expression changed from curiosity to caution. "What do you want with Jack?"Xavier handed him a hundred dollar bill roll. "Tell him Xavier wants to discuss a job."The bouncer pocketed the bill and disappeared into the crowded bar. Minutes later, he returned with a rugged-looking man in his mid-40s."Xavier, this is Jack Harris," the bouncer said before melting into the crowd.Jack's piercing gaze assessed Xavier. "What's the job?"Xavier gestured
(Author's Note: Three chapters has been allocated to Maximus' colorful and action packed backstory. It will be a first person POV as Maximus is recounting his earlier days)."Some think the mighty and powerful – heads of state, military commanders, and billionaires – are untouchable, exempt from the rules that govern the rest of us. But I've seen the other side. I wasn't born with a golden spoon or a title. I was once just like everyone else, with hopes and heartaches. And I, too, once felt the all-consuming fire of passion."I stepped into the dimly lit room, neon lights casting an eerie glow. A long, imposing table dominated the space, flanked by six chairs, only one of which remained empty. The darkness was suffocating, obscuring everything, including my own reflection. I claimed the final seat, my presence a declaration of defiance.They thought me ill-prepared, too green for this high-stakes mission. But they underestimated me. As leader of the KWE mercenary group, a small yet fo
Xavier Hale stood at the periphery of the grand party, his eyes sweeping across the room with a mix of disdain and longing. The lavish decorations, the cacophony of conversation, and the clinking of glasses seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of his position in his family. His mother, Alicia, a stunning woman with piercing green eyes, laughed and chatted with the other guests, her beauty and charm captivating everyone around her. But Xavier knew the truth - she was a mistress, a mere plaything for the powerful Mafia lord, Donatello Hale."Xavier, darling, come join us!" his mother called out, her voice dripping with sweetness, like honey. Despite all the mistreatment she received from the other women in the Hale family, she still treated Xavier like a treasure that could not be exchanged for anything.Xavier hesitated, knowing he didn't belong. The weight of his mother's expectant gaze forced him to move forward, his feet heavy with reluctance, as if trudging through quicksand. As
Xavier made his way to the garage, his mind racing with questions. What was this business transaction his father wanted him to oversee? Why was it so important? And why did his father seem so cold and calculating?As he approached the car, Edgar, the driver, greeted him with a nod. "Ready, sir?"Xavier nodded, getting into the car. "Let's go."As he got into the passenger seat of the car, his mind couldn't help but go back to what his father said about clearing away the shame by completing this mission, but still, somehow he felt uneasy about everything.Edgar drove through the winding roads, eventually leading them to a deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town. Xavier's instincts told him something was off, but he pushed aside his doubts."Wait here," Edgar said, getting out of the car. "I'll go check if everything is ready."Xavier watched as Edgar entered the warehouse, his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the shadows."Xavier Hale," a voice
In a starless void of darkness. Xavier floated away. His mind replayed the events of what had happened over again and over again. He was overwhelmed by the emotions of regrets, anger, loss. He had refused to believe what those men said about his father being behind everything that happened, but deep down he knew it might just be true. Edgar didn't dispute what those men said, and Edgar himself said he was just following orders, that only meant his father planned all these.. but why? Because he was the son of a mistress? Because he had no significant place in the family? Or because his mother was once a maid? Were these reasons enough to kill him? Hadn't he been laying low, taking in all their abuses and insults without any form of retaliation? Why would they still plan to kill him, and without even letting him say goodbye to his mother! If he was allowed to live, perhaps he could become a Mafia Lord one day."WHY!?" Xavier screamed to the starless void. The more he thought about it, t