[ The Strongest Gangster System Is Installing.. ]
[ Soul State: Fragile ]
[ Identity Confirmed: Yogiri Handa ]
[ System Compatibility: 98.7 Percent ]
[ Installation Complete! ]
[ The Strongest Gangster System Interface Integrated Successfully ]
Electricity surged through him as his back arched, his eyes flew open, heart slamming inside his chest like a war drum.
"Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump..."
Golden letters appeared in the air, floating inches from his face. They were not projected, not imagined. They simply existed, untouchable and undeniable.
[ Welcome, Yogiri Handa ]
[ You have been chosen as the host for the Strongest Gangster System ]
[ Objective: Rise to Power. Become the strongest Gangster in the Universe ]
[ Status: Active ]
Seeing all those fantastical text, his mind raced
'Am I hallucinating?'
'Or am I dying?'
But no, something inside him told this wasn't death. This was the start of something otherworldly.
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[ Beginner Skill Unlocked: Street Survivalist (Passive) ]
> User gains increased danger sense and survival instinct.
[ First Quest: GET UP ]
[ Objective: Stand before sunset ]
[ Reward: 10 Notoriety Points ]
[ Bonus: Passive Skill - Pain Resistance ]
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He quickly understood everything. He had been chosen. He was granted a second chance.
"So... You want me to become the strongest Gangster, the very profession I hate the most right now?
Heh heh, fine... I will play this game. I will become the strongest Gangster. I will make the world kneel..'
For the first time he wanted to live. He wanted to rise.
And to achieve all these, he just needed to get up. Just a single step.
Blood returned to his limbs like a flood of fire. The pain was still there, sharp and biting, but it no longer owned him. He owned it.
With a trembling groan, he placed his palms on the ground.
His arms shook. Every bone screamed with pain.
Despite that, he moved.
Just an inch. Then another.
"Cough!"
His shirt clung to him with blood and sweat.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, inching toward the horizon like a countdown.
Then finally he got to one knee.
[ Quest Progress: 63% ]
His mind burned with one thought.
'Get up, Yogiri. No one's coming for you. No one but you.'
His breath turned to fire. And his heart pounded harder than it had in months.
He pushed himself to the limit. No. He pushed himself beyond the limit.
His bones and tendons creaked under the strain, yet he didn't give up.
The heat of the concrete slipped away as he finally straightened his back.
.
The world spun, his vision tunneled. But his feet held firm.
[ Quest Complete. +10 Notoriety Points Earned ]
[ Passive Skill Unlocked: Pain Resistance ]
> You can now function at 80 percent efficiency even while injured or suffering internal damage
"Haaah!"
Yogiri stumbled but caught himself.
"I have made it."
He was standing.
And for the first time since his sentencing, he didn't feel dead inside.
Something had awakened within him.
Something small. A spark.
He caught sight of his reflection on the broken mirror. The man looking back wasn't broken anymore. He was bloodied, yes. But standing.
"You will pay Jin Nakamura. Your whole family would pay."
Rin whispered, his voice was rough, like stone grinding against stone.
"Ahhh!"
Suddenly, one of the female guards cried out in alarm:
"Zombie!"
Hearing her scream, the officers and guards turned toward the source.
There he was.
Yogiri Handa, the notorious Drug Dealer.
Standing.
Blood streamed down his face, dripping from his split lip and a gash over his brow.
His clothes were torn, soaked in sweat and red. His body trembled from the earlier beating, but his feet were planted.
He was standing.
He was Alive.
One of the officers stepped back instinctively. "Goodness… this criminal hasn't died yet."
Another narrowed his eyes, arms folded tightly across his chest.
"Yeah. Looks like he survived another day. Not bad at all."
A third scoffed,
"Tch. Just the final flicker of someone fated to die soon."
Then the commanding officer stepped forward, face twisted in contempt.
"Enough. Lock him in the prison. I don't want his foul scent polluting the air."
"Yes, sir. We'll handle this criminal immediately."
Two junior officers walked up, grabbed Yogiri's nearly limp arms, and dragged him along the corridor like a sack of waste. His head lolled forward, eyes half-lidded as the world around him spinning in a haze of red and metal.
The floor was cold. Every inch they dragged him left behind a trail of blood and grime.
At the end of the corridor, a rusted iron door stood waiting.
Cell No. 9.
The officers kicked it open with a screech of metal. Then without ceremony, they flung hiss broken body onto the stone floor.
Thud!
One of them spat at him, and said:
"Rot here, you rotten bastard."
The door slammed shut behind them, the iron clang echoing like a coffin lid being sealed.
As he lay on the cold floor, face pressed against the rough concrete, Yogiri realized the hard truth: his body wouldn't last much longer.
He was going to die. Very soon.
The pain was unbearable, yet oddly distant, as if his nerves had given up trying to scream.
He needed a miracle survive this. And the only thing he had left to believe in was the strange, impossible system that had awakened inside him.
The Strongest Gangster System.
For something to bd named so arrogantly, it had to offer a way out. Some path to survive. Anything.
His limbs refused to move, but his mind still worked. So he focused. He summoned every ounce of mental willpower and clung to the memory of that system interface.
Then it happened.
A rush of heat rushed through his consciousness, and suddenly, his senses became detached from his broken body.
He now stood in a very mysterious place, naked and unharmed. Far out of the real world.
Everything here felt so surreal.
He had never believed in souls or the supernatural. But now, belief wasn't a choice. It was a necessity.
In this endless void, he was all alone except a glowing screen hovered in front of him. It existed in this space, as if time and reality had folded in on themselves.
🩸[ STRONGEST GANGSTER SYSTEM – STATUS SCREEN]🩸
[ Host: Yogiri Handa ]
[ Age: 21 ]
[ Gangster Tier: 1 (Street Punk)]
[ Trait: Void Heart ]
[ Title: The Insignificant Rat ]
[ Affiliation: None ]
[ Notoriety Points: 75 ]
[ Infamy Rank: F ]
Physical Stats:
[ Strength: 12 ] (Raw physical power and durability. Average =10
[ Agility: 14 ] (Speed, reflexes, and reaction time)
[ Intelligence: 14 ] (Strategy, planning, perception, focus)]
[ Magical Power: 2 ]
[ Charisma: -7 (Persuasion, intimidation, leadership presence) ]
[ Active Skills: None ]
[ Passive Skills: Street Survivalist , Pain Resistance ]
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