God of Crime: Strongest Mafia Boss



On the fiery battlefield of Hell, where chaos and torment reigned supreme, a lone figure stood resolute. His golden eyes, adorned with star-shaped pupils, shimmered with an otherworldly radiance that pierced through the surrounding darkness. Clad in armor forged from the essence of celestial bodies, he emanated an aura of power and purpose.

Before him stretched an army of demons and devils, their grotesque forms twisted and contorted in their wickedness. Their eyes burned with malice, and their fangs dripped with the blood of countless souls they had devoured. The stench of sulfur and brimstone filled the air, mingling with the heat and smoke of the infernal realm.

Undeterred by the overwhelming odds, the man's gaze remained steady and unwavering as he looked at the army in front of him, displaying total indifference.

In fact, instead of showing any signs of fear, it was the army of Hell that began to show signs of retreating.

They knew him—and they knew his power.

It did not matter if they managed to take him down.

Not only would he not die, but they were the ones at risk of being exterminated.

For the first time, the devils understood what humans must feel like when facing them in the human world.

Despite their fear, they could not flee.

Order in Hell was absolute.

As the demon horde charged, their deafening roars reverberated through the fiery abyss, encouraging themselves. Their claws and weapons clashed against the man's impenetrable armor, sending sparks flying in every direction. But with each strike, he countered with swift and precise movements, his sword dancing through the air like a celestial comet, leaving trails of light in its wake.

It was a beautiful sight.

An eerie form of beauty.

The golden-eyed warrior moved with grace and purpose, guided by an otherworldly power. He unleashed a torrent of energy, channeling the celestial forces within him. Waves of light erupted from his body, engulfing the battlefield and dispelling the darkness with their radiant glow.

Each of his strikes was calculated down to the smallest millimeter, and every time he swung his sword, ten or even hundreds of soldiers would get slashed and annihilated, body and soul.

The ground shook beneath his feet as he carved a path of destruction through the demonic ranks, each strike a testament to his indomitable spirit.

But the demons, driven by an insatiable hunger for chaos and destruction, fought with savage desperation. They swarmed around the golden-eyed warrior, overwhelming him with their sheer numbers and ferocity. Yet, even in the face of adversity, he remained steadfast, his resolve unyielding.

Drawing upon his inner strength, the man unleashed a celestial explosion, a blinding burst of light that tore through the demon horde with irresistible force. The battlefield shook, and the screams of defeated demons echoed throughout the underworld.

As the dust settled, silence enveloped the battlefield. The golden-eyed warrior stood amidst the aftermath of his triumph, his eyes indifferent, his body unscathed. The remnants of the demon army lay scattered around him, defeated and vanquished.

"Did you see?"

For the first time, he opened his mouth, his voice low and his words strangely hesitant, as if he had not spoken in years.

"This is how you use it."

His words were surprising, as there was no one close to him.

To whom could he be speaking?

As if those few words had been more than he wanted to share, he began to walk again.

"If it's not enough, I just need to kill more."

The warrior walked quietly, his eyes calm like a deep lake, as if he was not in Hell but in a place that posed no actual

threat to him.

Even though he had fallen into Hell because of Azazel's trap and might face a prince of Hell, he did not feel it was a problem.

—And that was the case.

In this place, he was not the one imprisoned.

They were the ones imprisoned with him.

He did not find an exit.

They would chase him out the moment they realized how foolish they had been.

Time passed, and his massacre continued.

From simple imps to behemoths, nothing could last against his blade. And every time he finished his massacre, he would stop and ask.

"Did you understand?"

Though he never received an answer, he would continue to fight.

Until finally...

It came.

Beelzebub.

The Lord of Flies and the Prince of Gluttony.

One of the top three princes in Hell.

For the first time, the man's emotions shifted.

But it was not fear.

A large smile bloomed on his face as his blood roared, and he prepared for battle.

In his long and eternal existence, only battle could bring him a sense of life, and fighting against a powerful being who might be able to put him down made his blood boil.

The only sad thing was that it was just a projection. No prince would walk out of their kingdom with their true body.

But perhaps it could be enough?

"They say you can devour everything."

He walked. Slowly at first. But then his speed progressively increased until he looked like nothing but a flash of light.

"Then, will you be able to devour this curse of mine, oh Lord of Flies!?"

What followed was nothing more than an epic battle between two entities that had long surpassed the limits of what should be possible.

For seven days and seven nights, they fought.

Sadly for the warrior, the Prince of Hell was simply too weak.

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*Chirp* *Chirp*

The melodious but bothersome sounds of birds chirping aloud, without a care in the world, resonated all around as the majestic sun slowly dawned upon the world.

In a large bed with a relatively luxurious wooden frame, an interesting sight could be seen if there were any onlookers.

Two people, a handsome young man and an equally beautiful, mature woman, were entwined in each other's carnal embrace, completely naked from head to toe. Their breathing was even and calm, clearly in the midst of deep sleep after a wild night of delight in each other's scandalous company.

The state of the room and the permeating smell clearly indicated that what happened last night was not something a minor should witness or become privy to.

The young black-haired man was a sight to behold, regardless of the gender of the beholder. He possessed a particular variety of androgynous beauty that could attract both men and women alike—a deadly charm that gave him a distinct edge over all his competitors in the field of seduction.

His calm sleeping form seemed to be disturbed somehow as he began shifting uncomfortably in the bed. The sheets covering his naked body started squirming, a telltale sign of the struggle his body must have been undergoing underneath.

Finally, his eyes trembled briefly before he abruptly sat up, a look of horror and panic marring his handsome features.

He swiftly placed his right hand on his chest and felt his wildly beating heart drumming against his chest. At the same time, he took deep breaths to calm himself down, easing his trembling body and mind. It was evident to anyone that he had just experienced an unpleasant dream—a nightmare, to be exact.

This state of unease lasted for a few seconds before he released a deep sigh full of lethargy and plopped back against the bedrest.

"I had a

nightmare...?" Adam murmured, scanning the room briefly before remembering he wasn't in his own home at the moment.

It was something that should not have been possible. Even though he couldn't call himself a truly accomplished Dream Walker yet, he had long reached the point where he could perfectly control his dreams.

The worst part was that he couldn't remember the details of the nightmare. All he could feel was an overwhelming sense of dread as if he was facing a being beyond comprehension.

"Was it perhaps because I was finally able to sleep a little?" he wondered, frowning. He sensed that something was amiss, but there was no way for him to know.

The next time he managed to sleep, he would see if he could bring back that dream.

A few minutes later, after he had finally managed to calm his tense nerves, he could feel the sheets beginning to move again, clearly, the other party was stirring awake from her deep slumber as well.

"*Ugh*"

His eyes shifted to the groaning woman slowly entering the realm of reality again from her deep state of sleep.

Extinguishing the cigarette on the ashtray that was specially placed there for him, he asked with a gleam in his eyes.

He smiled as he pushed back the haze of the dream. He did not know why he had such a nightmare.

But for now, he wished to focus only on the woman in front of him.

"Slept well?"

—And so everything began anew.