As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra
Chapter Summary
You give them one chance to submit completely to the Mafia’s rules or you kill them and take everything they have. The students checked their weapons, adrenaline and fear and excitement mixing in equal measure. And somewhere in the eastern district, five gang leaders sat in a pub, discussing alliances and strategies, completely unaware that death was walking toward them through the rain.
Chapter 103: The Mafia Gathers IIZavier looked nervous but determined.
Edrin adjusted his glasses with steady hands.
Ronan cracked his knuckles with a grin.
"You’ve all grown stronger.
You’ve proven yourselves capable.
But this will test you in ways the Academy challenges never could.
Real violence with real life stakes and real consequences will be involved.
" Damian’s voice carried no sympathy, no reassurance.
"Some of you might not come back.
That’s the reality of what we’re doing.
We’re not playing student politics anymore.
We’re building an actual criminal empire.
And empires are built on the bodies of those who tried to stop them.
" He let that sink in for a moment.
"If any of you want to back out, now is the time.
Walk away...
Go back to the Academy and live your safe, comfortable lives.
There will be no judgment or consequences from my side.
Just leave now before we start.
" Not a single person moved.
Not even Zavier, despite the fear obvious in his eyes.
"Good.
Then understand this: I’m ordering you to sweep across the entire Outer Region alongside Marco and his men.
Hit every remaining gang operation.
Every independent crew and every criminal business that isn’t already under our control.
" His eyes blazed with conviction.
"You don’t ask for surrender.
You don’t accept conditional agreements.
You give them one chance to submit completely to the Mafia’s rules or you kill them and take everything they have.
It should be simple, clean and decisive.
" He turned back to Marco.
"You and your most experienced fighters will coordinate the sweep.
Divide the region into sections.
Assign mixed teams of students and veterans to each section.
The students fight.
The veterans observe and provide tactical guidance.
But the students need to prove they can handle real combat without me holding their hands.
" Marco nodded, understanding the real message beneath the words.
’Protect them if they’re truly about to die, but let them face real danger.
Let them grow through struggle.
’"I will handle the Iron Barrel personally.
" Damian’s smile turned predatory.
"Five gang leaders and their guards trying to form an alliance against us.
It would be rude not to attend their little meeting and explain why that’s a terrible idea.
" Ronan’s voice cut through the tension, eager and excited.
"Boss, should some of us come with you?
Five leaders plus guards sounds like–" "No.
" Damian’s tone left no room for argument.
"You’re needed for the sweep.
And honestly, I work better alone for this kind of thing.
I’ll be sending a message tonight.
The kind that spreads through word of mouth and makes everyone else in the region reconsider their options.
" He walked down from the platform, moving through the crowd until he reached the center of the room.
"Let me tell you all something about power, since that’s what we’re really discussing here.
" His voice carried a weight that made everyone lean in to listen.
"Power isn’t about resources or numbers or territory.
Those things are just tools.
Real power is about will, about conviction and about being willing to do what others won’t.
You hold the power in their minds, rather than the materialistic things.
You make them scared to even think about going against you.
That is the kind of power...
my Mafia should aim to have.
The absolute fear in the minds of our enemies and the absolute sense of safety in the minds of everyone whom we choose to protect.
" He looked at each person in the room individually.
"Every other criminal organization in this region is fighting to survive, to maintain what they have, to avoid losing ground.
They’re playing defense, being scared and desperate.
" "We’re not doing that.
We’re not fighting to survive.
We’re fighting to dominate.
To own everything.
To remake this entire region according to our rules.
" His Slaughter Intent pulsed again, stronger this time.
"That difference in mentality is what makes us unstoppable.
They’re asking ’how do we survive?
’ We’re asking ’who dies first?
’ They’re trying to preserve the old system.
We’re building something completely new on its ashes.
" Damian raised his voice for the first time, letting it echo through the room.
"So when you go out there tonight, when you face these gangs and criminals who think they can resist us, I want you to remember something very simple.
" He paused, making sure everyone was paying absolute attention.
"They’re already dead.
They just don’t know it yet.
You’re not going into battle hoping to win.
You’re going to collect bodies that are already ours.
The outcome was decided the moment we chose to take everything.
" The room erupted in cheers and shouts, the energy electric, dangerous, absolutely committed.
Damian let them celebrate for a moment, then raised his hand for silence.
"One more thing.
When this is done, when the Outer Region belongs completely to the Mafia, we don’t celebrate by becoming complacent.
" His expression hardened.
"This is just the beginning.
The Outer Region is the weakest, easiest territory in Tranquil City.
Taking it proves we’re capable.
But the real work comes after.
The Inner region and the core region...
Eventually, this entire city will be ours.
" He turned and started walking toward the exit.
"Marco, get them organized and moving within the hour.
Coordinate the sweep teams.
Make sure everyone understands the rules: submit or die, no exceptions.
" "Yes, Boss.
" "Edrin, you’re in tactical command of the student teams.
Keep them focused.
Keep them aggressive.
Don’t let anyone hesitate.
" "Understood, Boss.
" Damian reached the door and paused, looking back one final time.
"We’re rewriting how power works in this city.
Starting tonight.
Make sure everyone we encounter understands that the old rules are dead.
The Mafia’s rules are all that matter now.
" He stepped out into the pouring rain, Kuro materializing on his shoulder from the shadows.
Behind him, the room exploded into organized chaos as Marco began dividing people into teams and assigning territories.
The students checked their weapons, adrenaline and fear and excitement mixing in equal measure.
And somewhere in the eastern district, five gang leaders sat in a pub, discussing alliances and strategies, completely unaware that death was walking toward them through the rain.
The war for the Outer Region had begun.
And it would be over before sunrise.