God of Crime: Strongest Mafia Boss

When the night ended and women were slowly starting to leave, the place around Adam was still crowded as he continued to chat with women.

"So you are a law student?"

"Yes."

"Oh my. What university are you going at?"

"Well…We will have to become a lot closer if you wish to discover this."

The woman to whom he was talking giggled when he placed a finger in her throat.

"I wonder. Does this not interfere with your studies?"

The senator's wife spoke quietly, worry evident in her eyes. For some reason, she was suddenly starting to see him as some kind of son she could pamper.

Clearly, the proof of how much attention and love she was lacking. Adam's voice changed as he took her hands in his,

"You don't have to worry. Spending time with all of you like this is more than enjoyable. Furthermore, hehe I am quite the good student you know."

Adam was moving like he was playing differents roles at the same time. But in a way, this was indeed the case.

Sometimes a son, a lover, a suave prince, a bad boy, a talented singer and a simple magician.

The fact that he had three differents minds, a perfect memory, and accelerated thinking speed made it so it could react appropriately to everything they were throwing at him. Furthermore, he was doing it so seamlessly that rather than seeing this as an act, they only considered that it was in fact his true personality.

To make sure that the women farther would not got bored, he would use his talents as a magician to make interesting things appear or vanish.

They had asked for another song but he refused to do so. Even when they promised a large amount of money, he simply smiled and told them that he would only sing for special people and on special occasions.

This might have seemed insulting at first glance but from the way the affection of all of them rose, he knew that he had made the right bet.

Humans loved things that were rare and precious.

But what made something rare?

It was simple. Supply and Demand.

No one cared about something they could acquire easily. But the rarer it was, the more beautiful it would seem for humans.

This was why diamond, something that should have been effectively worthless, was so prized.

Another reason was that his song had been far more useful and powerful than he initially planned. He had the sentiment that if he focused more on this, he could make them beg if he so wished.

But such sentiment would only be temporary. He wanted to be permanent. To be someone they all fought to obtain, but could never hope to have.

Only then would his value skyrocket.

"Very well, mesdames. This had truly been a pleasure to spend the night alongside you. But midnight is about to ring and so I must vanish."

"Oh. Why midnight exactly?"

Adam laughed quietly, thinking about the joke Yui made about him.

"Let us say that I am Cinderella and you, my dear queens and princesses, must find me."

He gave one last bow — "On those words, I wish you all a beautiful night. Do not forget to dream of me." — and laughed gently before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Now alone, the women looked at the place where Adam previously stood. Many of them came to this place with low expectations, thinking that this would simply be yet another strip bar targeted at women.

The final result had been beyond their expectations. This had been a magical night for many of them and they decided that they would visit this place regularly from now on.

Like this, the magical night finally ended.

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The next few days were much the same for Adam. He had been ditching school and simply working with Cecilia as he trained his weapon with her in the day.

In the afternoon, he would spend time with Viktor and Makarov, speaking about what kind of weapon they could try to create.

Those discussions were always very animated as the old man and Viktor could become like bulls and stubbornly stand their ground when they were in opposition.

Looking at the usually calm and quiet Viktor enter a shouting match with his grandfather about which quenching technique to use or what material would make things better was always surprising.

This showed to him that even the quietest man would become excited when it was something they cared about.

The night, he would spend actually in his dreams, trying to recreate an entire dream realm as he did with Zoe.

He would fail but slowly, he became able to stay completely conscious during his dreams and his control over them was constantly growing.

His control over The Magician was on the rise and it looked like nothing would impede it.

As for his work in the Bar, he had been avoiding this place until now.

In order to increase his value, he had to be rare.

He also decided to always keep his mask on and only take it off for special clients. This would be another way to make those he chooses to feel special and make other wishes he would choose them.

The last time he had been there had given him around 30 Karma all in all. It was not much and now he had to start farming in earnest.

This was why, he decided that tonight, he would slowly start truly seducing his clients.

Sexual relationships were not necessary for other Gigolo. But for him, he needed them in order to obtain more Karma.

As he prepared himself for the big night, Adam looked down at his phone. He had received a message from the association about the final part of his test before receiving his Gold license.

Once he became a gold hunter officially, he would start hunting down bounty targets and hopefully receive more Karma. There were also all the supposed advantages Gold hunters could have from the states and countries they visited.

But before all this could be obtained, he had to pass the last check for his test.

He had to meet a psychologist and talk with them.

Standing in front of his mirror, Adam sighed quietly.

"You got this. Just be careful with your answer."

Adam knew this more than anyone else.

He was not alright. There was no way he would be after everything he went through in this short amount of time.

But whining and complaining would bring him nothing. He could not, would not stop and the world would not stop throwing shitty things at him just because he was depressed or traumatized.

Thanks to his current willpower, he was able to deeply repress any and all forms of trauma and by controlling his dreams, he could block the nightmares that plagued him sometimes.

He would not break. No matter what he went through, be it in the past or the future, he would make sure to always keep advancing.

"As long as it's endurable…I will continue to endure."

He placed a hand on the mirror and breathed deeply before exhaling.

It was time to focus on the big night.