The world smelled of smoke, soot, and rain.
Alexander stood in the middle of a narrow London alley, damp cobblestones glistening beneath his boots. The mist curled like restless spirits around the dim gas lamps, and the distant sound of carriage wheels and drunken laughter bled through the night.
He blinked slowly, his sharp eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. London…? The thought whispered through his mind like an echo. The last thing he remembered was a quiet room, an endless darkness—and now this.
A sharp chill rolled through his veins. He reached into his pocket by instinct and felt the weight of a silver lighter. Pulling a cigar from his shirt pocket—strangely abundant, as if his body knew—he lit it, inhaling the bitter smoke. The flame flickered across his face, revealing sharp features twisted into a devilish grin.
That was when it appeared.
[Mafia System Activated.]
Welcome, Alexander.
Starter Reward: £100 and Infinite Cigars.
Alexander chuckled lowly, smoke curling from his lips. "A system, huh? Now this… is interesting."
The words unfolded like parchment across his vision, bracketed in glowing light:
[Summon Menu Unlocked]
– Enforcer (1,000£) – Submachine guns, brute force.
– Smuggler (700£) – Whiskey, guns, cigarettes.
– Mafia Man (1,500£) – Sharp suits, sharp guns.
– Assassin (2,500£) – Silent death, cloaked in black.
– Mafia Boss (6,000£) – Commanders of fear.
His grin widened. "Tommy guns and cloaks… suits and shadows. Looks like I'll be running London soon enough."
He exhaled another lazy puff of smoke and flicked the cigar ash onto the wet cobblestones.
A distant whistle echoed down the alley—three men in ragged coats, knives glinting faintly under the lamp light. Local thugs. Their leader sneered.
"Oi, lad. Wallet. Coat too. Won't ask twice."
Alexander tilted his head, as if silently mocking them. His hand slipped casually into his pocket, not for money, but for something else.
[Funds: £100]
Not enough. But the system pulsed again.
[Special Starter Discount – First Summon: Free.]
"Oh…" His voice was low, playful, carrying a predator's amusement. "…lucky you."
He tapped the option.
From the mist stepped a tall man in a dark cloak, sharp suit beneath, gloves on his hands, fedora tilted low. A Tommy gun gleamed under the gaslight, humming with menace.
The thugs froze. Their bravado evaporated.
Alexander smirked, his devilishly handsome face catching the glow of his cigar. "Gentlemen… allow me to introduce my associate."
The gun cocked.
And London's underworld felt its first ripple.