Manhattan, Upper East Side, The Continental Hotel.
Charon, a black man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was as polite as ever, possessing a natural air of caution and elegance. He had a very well-mannered appearance.
He was one of the very few black people Roy didn't dislike.
"Hi, Charon!"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Roy. A room? Or another service?"
"A room. We'll be neighbors from now on."
"Congratulations, Mr. Roy, on becoming an official member of the Corleone family. Would you like to open a bottle of wine to celebrate with lunch?"
"Perhaps next time. I just got back from Europe, I need to get some proper sleep."
"Then how about executive suite 2505? It's adorned with orchids from the Orient. Quiet and elegant."
"Good!"
A room worth 1 gold coin ($100,000) was naturally excellent.
Of course, the most important thing was that it was safe enough.
After arriving in room 2505, Roy didn't immediately call out his system. Instead, after drawing all the curtains, he took out a desktop signal jammer and casually activated it.
"Beep!"
As the conspicuous Stark logo on the signal jammer lit up, Roy finally relaxed completely, unable to stop himself from cursing, "Shitty America!"
In this life, Roy was born in Chicago. After his parents were sacrificed, Roy was taken by the family to grow up at their headquarters in Italy, Europe.
At that time, Roy simply thought he had transmigrated to an ordinary parallel world.
At 16, Roy began to receive family training and obtained an incomplete supernatural breathing method.
At 20, Roy debuted as an external executioner for the family and joined the Continental Hotel.
At 22, Roy discovered Stark Industries in America.
From an ordinary parallel world, to a world with hidden supernatural elements, then to a shared universe of American movie assassins, and finally to a Marvel-esque world.
Even now, every time Roy saw something particularly conspicuous from his memories, he couldn't help but want to complain.
This cognitive progression was too unsettling; it offered no sense of security.
"Now, let me see what the trump card is that allows the Mafia to survive in this world!"
After his rant, Roy quickly took out a retro-style scroll from his suitcase.
Unfurling the scroll revealed a very familiar Latin script.
Roy was very familiar with it; he had learned it in the family as a child. It was the most widespread of the Latino-Faliscan language branch, Old Roman.
"Fuck! Holy shit!"
He scanned the opening preface, reading ten lines at a glance.
Even though Roy already considered his mental fortitude to be extremely strong, after seeing the origin of the Mafia family's legacy, a sense of indescribable complaint welled up inside him.
Apocalypse - The Long Stairway to Godhood (Incomplete).
Holy Angel Meditation Method (Incomplete).
Sacred Breathing Method (Fragmented).
Judgment Breathing Method (Incomplete).
Judgment Knight Body Tempering Technique.
Will Breathing Method.
Who could have imagined that in modern society, the Mafia, renowned as one of the world's largest cancerous criminal organizations, was actually descended from the bloodlines of the many knights of the Holy Roman Empire's former Inquisition.
Although the legacy inherited by the Mafia was very fragmented, its roots were the same as the Church's.
After a moment of silent complaint, Roy finally calmed down and took out a box of soul crystals that looked like dark gemstones.
"Philosopher's Stone, let me see what your limits are."
"System, activate!"
As Roy crushed the soul crystals one by one, a strange spiritual light flickered in his mind.
At that moment, the vast amount of Latin text on the originally fragmented scroll seemed to transform into strange lines, breakpoints, and string-like characters in Roy's eyes.
A torrent of knowledge, like a tidal wave, churned in his mind.
One mystical rune after another appeared, each with an exceedingly magnificent, spiral, three-dimensional shape.
These runes gradually formed one multidimensional, stereoscopic pattern after another in Roy's mind.
Hum!
The large quantity of soul crystals, as if their energy had been completely drained, turned to dust and vanished into the void.
A full half-hour passed.
Roy's incredibly vacant pupils gradually regained threads of their former luster.
Just now, Roy felt as if his mind and soul had been thrown into a sea of runes, where he had studied with unprecedented focus and immersion for what felt like a hundred years.
Damn, my brain has leveled up.
"System?"
As Roy called out softly in his mind, a system list appeared.
[Roy Corleone - Sage System]
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Talents: Sage's Proof (Analysis and Comprehension), Will of Truth (Guards the Source), Universal Frequency (Status Conversion)
Divinity: 3
Attributes: Strength 7, Agility 8, Constitution 7, Intelligence 14, Charisma 9 (Values increase exponentially)
Mana (Energy): 12
Tier: 1st Circle
Skills: Will of Truth Meditation Lv1, Alchemy Lv1 (Runology Lv1, Potions Lv1, Magical Crystallography Lv1, Artifice Lv1, Creation Lv1), Combat Lv4, Firearms Lv5, Disguise Lv2, Driving Lv2...
Innate Spells: None
Spells: None
A super-simple and non-sentient, crude system.
Looking at it, Roy felt a mix of excitement and disappointment.
He was excited that his golden finger was finally usable.
He was disappointed that the foundation the Philosopher's Stone could provide had already been exhausted.
This crude system was the Philosopher's Stone itself, and it came with the three innate talents of Sage's Proof, Will of Truth, and Universal Frequency, which were also Roy's three divinities.
Sage's Proof could help Roy analyze the essence of all things.
Will of Truth could protect Roy's mind from ever falling, serving as the foundation of his cognition.
Universal Frequency could stabilize and conceal Roy's fate, and at the same time, convert matter and energy based on his cognition.
For example, the soul crystals Roy had collected through executions and killings were a product of Universal Frequency.
However, before, Roy could only rely on luck to get soul crystals from killing people.
Now, Roy could actively convert any soul into a soul crystal.
By that logic, his methods were leaning a bit towards that of a wizard.
But the method of advancement through meditation was a bit like a mage.
At the same time, the ability to analyze all things was more akin to an arcanist.
Being of mixed blood was one thing, but now his profession was mixed too.
Although the upper limits of all three were very high, without any spells, he was just a blank slate, a fresh account. If he wanted to avoid getting stomped, it probably wouldn't be easy.
Maybe I should go study at Kamar-Taj?
The only question is whether the great Ancient One would approve of my Mafia status.
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