Living a normal life was the ultimate dream of James Seremion, a twenty-seven-year-old man with jet-black hair and sapphire blue eyes. With his tall, thin body, he was once renowned as the king of ferocity. James was the leader of the Ragnarok gang that had control over all of Great Britain. No one dared to challenge him or get into trouble with his gang. The mafia respected him, while the innocent ran away in fear. Despite being so young, James never lost a duel or a war between gangsters. He would stand tall, never afraid, no matter the opponent, be it the mafia or the police. He stood at the pinnacle of the black world, with no one able to stand against or match him. He was fundamentally different from the typical gangsters, who tended to be impulsive and shallow-minded. James, however, was intelligent and chose a path of violence as a lifestyle. Thus, he relied not only on his physical strength during battles but also on his mental aptitude, making him the strongest fighter and
James hastened to reach his beloved's side, slowly kneeling to enfold her in his arms. His hands, his fingers, and his whole body trembled violently as tears streamed down his face. "Elizabeth, please wake up. Don't leave me alone. I plead to God, let the one I love live. It would be better for me to lose my life than for my lover to lose hers. Let me take her place and return to You," James wept, his tears like melting ice when the season changes.James bowed his head and uttered a heartfelt prayer that seemed to rise up to the heavens. His words were so sincere that it felt like a final arrow shot from his bow, vibrating the throne of the Almighty and asking for mercy to give the two soulmates one last chance to speak to each other.Elizabeth, who had been lying still in James' lap, suddenly seemed to gain some strength and stretched out her hands, lightly touching James' cheek with her fingers which were now directionless. Confusion and sadness engulfed him."James, what a beautif
Back in the day, when James reigned supreme among the gangsters, everyone in the underworld began to call him the Allfather. This was a reference to the mythical Odin, the one-eyed king who led Valhalla and devised a cunning plan to win the great war of Ragnarok. “Move aside, Curly!” James said, addressing Freddie according to his curly hair. “Oh, so you're back, looking for trouble?” Freddie retorted in a defiant tone as he attempted to grab James' collar. But in a split second, his body was thrown to the floor. He was laid out, dazed and confused, his body reacting faster than his mind could process what had just transpired.Everyone was taken aback by what they had seen; in a flash, James had managed to turn Freddie's huge body around. He was a giant, over two hundred centimeters tall, while James' height was barely a hundred and eighty centimeters. Yet, this did not stop James from taking his opponent down. James calmly walked up to Alfred Lennan, the bartender and the 13th mas
Before starting his interrogation, James waited for all the members of the Red Ax to wake up, as many of them were unconscious. He wanted to see all their confessions.It may sound preposterous, but James could tell for sure when someone was lying just by looking at the outline of the other person's face. Even if it was twenty-five people at a time, he could see immediately if one of them was lying to him.He ordered everyone there to sit cross-legged, facing him, including the leader of the gang."Say! Did your gang rob a house in the Sidmouth area the other day?" said James."No, James, the Red Axe gang aren't so much into street crimes like they used to be. We've got an escort business to smuggle liquor and other illegal goods," said Freedie."Is it true?" James snapped. Simultaneously, all the members of the Red Ax who were there answered, "Yes, sir.""If you don't believe me, you can ask the Mafia, as they often hire us to do the job, including Old Man Alfred. I was at the bar ea
"I'm here," said James as he stepped out of the shadows, carrying two Uzi rifles with fully-loaded ammunition in their casings."Time really can change a person. Look at the coward who attacks secretly - it seems the Allfather Odin has been proven right," said Gerald."If you know who I am, it means you've been living as a gangster for long enough. But it's time for you to leave this meaningless life behind," said James as he raised the Uzis and pulled the trigger.The sky decorated with the full moon radiated a brilliant light, witnessing the barrage of bullet casings fired by James. His almost silent voice was muffled by a silencer mounted on the muzzle end of an Uzi gun. The series of rifle bullets disappeared in an instant, but Gerald still stood firm and unmoved without the slightest wound.James was stunned to see that as if he were dreaming of seeing a human who couldn't be shot by a firearm."Now it's my turn," said Gerald in one jump, already in front of James. He delivered a
The air started to heat up as James slowly got up. His condition was strange; his eyes were white, and the wounds all over his body slowly recovered and completely healed, as if they had never been there. Then he groaned and released an enormous red-black aura that reached the sky. The aura emitted by James was so great that it overflowed in all directions like a tsunami hitting the mainland.So strong was James' aura that it shook the ground around him, spreading fear and horror to every creature. Even if the living thing had extremely dull instincts, it would still feel the overwhelming pressure of domination from James.Gerald felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, his sweat pouring profusely, and his whole body trembling violently. Never in his life had he felt such fear that it swallowed him up.Realizing the horror that was in front of him, Gerald, who had thought he had the upper hand, tried to escape as far as possible while James was still groaning loudly and emitting immea
The master, already infuriated, released his aura massively in the shape of a giant iron-armored knight carrying a shield and a sword. The old man's body became the centerpiece of the knight, standing firmly against his chest as if it were the control room of a giant robot. He immediately launched an attack on the masked man.The giant knight's sword blast swept through the area around it, almost even hitting James, who was still bound by the aura chain. But the attack seemed to mean nothing to the masked man. He restrained it using only one big green-black hand formed from his aura."It will definitely be very tiring if I have to fight against you, old man, so I think today is enough," said the masked man, directing his gaze to James, who was still raging and being bound by his aura chain.As if having an epiphany, the masked man continued his words, “Aha! I have an interesting idea. I'm bad enough to just leave you guys alone, so maybe the stray dog can cheer you up instead. Have fu
"How are you, James?" asked Scarlet."Scarlet? What are you doing here? Arrrgh..." replied James, cradling his head."Lay down, James, and relax. I know you have millions of questions, but we have enough time to answer them all," said Scarlet, introducing the old man beside her."Before you start asking, let me introduce my master. The person who has always guided me: Arthur Wiseman, teacher and owner of the holding company where we work," she said, smiling.Hearing this, James was, of course, surprised. He tried to tidy up the patient's clothes he was wearing, but instead, he looked uncomfortable. His behavior was exactly like that of a child who had been caught doing mischief by his parents.For Arthur, maybe James and Scarlet looked like children because he was almost fifty-eight years old. But even so, his physique still looked very fit and toned. Even though his hair was covered in white due to aging, it didn't take away from his charisma, with his hair slicked back. His bright b