Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

After the incident in his first training, Vicente did not leave his home. Leaving wouldn't help him much, so he no longer tried to activate his skill related to his first Pentagram.

He still had to train his mana control skills before mastering this Red Pentagram, so he decided to focus on this physical training.

When he finished this primary part of his training, he would see somewhere to train his powers without risking destroying his home or drawing unnecessary attention.

So he continued to fight the wooden dummy until nightfall, hardly stopping to rest.

...

By the end of the day, Rory and the rest of the men in Vicente's group had returned from their business, but their leader had not yet left the training room.

"Is he still there?" Rory asked with a smile on his face, imagining that Vice was admiring his own abilities.

Awakening one's magical powers was terrific. It was much better than using an addictive substance, so the feeling of activating their abilities was highly pleasurable.

One would spend hours using their powers on the first day after awakening to get to know themselves amidst the pleasant feeling of empowerment.

Not everyone in this society aimed to become the strongest or the richest, much less to dominate the world. But many cultivated their magical powers as much as they could.

Why was this? Simple, because it felt good to get stronger, not only for the benefits of being stronger, such as living longer and better but for the very feeling of having richer and denser mana.

So it was absolutely normal for a young man who had just awakened his powers to train until he was exhausted.

"Yes, a few hours ago, I thought he would come out after a strange phenomenon hit the whole neighborhood, but he didn't even say anything." The man who had spent all afternoon watching Vicente's property answered Rory.

"Strange phenomenon?" One of the guards in the group asked as he frowned.

"What are you talking about? Did something happen in our absence?" Rory became more serious.

"Hmm, but I don't know what exactly is behind it. While the boss was training, several magic items, mainly lamps, stopped working. Not only that, several objects floated inside the residence and other places nearby.

I heard some rumors in the neighborhood, and this seems to have happened in at least about 20 nearby houses." That young man replied.

He did not associate this with Vicente's training. After all, as a Junior Apprentice, their boss had no way of having such a strong ability!

None of the others thought of this possibility, even after they had already heard from Vicente about the nature of his powers.

A phenomenon like the one described could only be caused by someone a few levels stronger than Junior Apprentices!

"How strange. We'll talk about it with Vicente later." Rory commented before leaving for the kitchen. "For now, eat something. Maybe he'll take more time in his training. Vice is smarter than us, so this isn't just about training the body for him."

"All right."

...

After a few more hours, the silence was already spreading through the streets of Millfall when the door to the training room of the Fuller family home opened.

When this door opened, the guard waiting for Vicente looked in this direction, seeing the silhouette of his leader, while smoke and a strange smell came from that place.

Vicente was naturally stinking after half a day of training.

"Finally! Boss, I thought you would spend the whole night there." That man stood up and walked over to Vicente.

"Oh? What time is it? I guess I lost track of time." Vicente felt his stomach rumbling and didn't wait for that man's answer, going into the kitchen.

"Two o'clock in the morning."

"What? All that?" Vicente looked at that young man as he picked up fruit from the pantry.

"Hmm, Rory and the rest of the group must be sleeping now. They didn't think you would leave before dawn and went to rest."

"I see..." Vicente closed his eyes as he tasted those fruits and felt his mana being stimulated.

He was hungry and exhausted. Anything with mana that he ate now would become fuel to restore his energy.

'It looks like I was right in my theories.' He thought quietly. 'I have different talents for my Magic Gems. And even though I don't use my second power, it affects me as a whole.

They are both part of the same body. So even though they have different origins, one affects the other.'

Vicente had already realized that the powers he must have inherited from Andrew and Kate's mixed bloodlines were much more potent than they should have been. His Magic Pentagram associated with his pentagram-shaped gem could not alone explain the abilities he had demonstrated earlier.

Considering that his first Pentagram of his second gem was a Yellow, that is, two levels above what Apprentices should be able to endure, he had concluded that somehow the quality of the better Gem and Pentagram were 'leaking' into the lower ones.

All in all, he was stronger than he should have been based on his normal knowledge. His mana reserve lasted longer, and his physical characteristics were more refined. In short, everything about him seemed better than what one would see in a Junior Apprentice.

Thinking about how he had trained for several hours longer than Rory, Vicente had concluded his thoughts that he had had during those hours of training.

"We need to find a place for me to train. I won't be able to do that here for a long time." Vicente said to that man.

That guard thought it was strange, but it was not his place to question his leader. "All right, when the day begins, I will look into this with the rest of the staff. But boss, I have things to tell you about what happened during your training today."

"What? Something wrong?" Vicente asked, still eating.

"Rory and the staff completed some of their orders this afternoon. But the most important thing I have to report is about a phenomenon that Paul reported witnessing earlier."

This guard was picking up the night shift, so he had been one of the men who had heard Paul's strange report from earlier.

"Several magic tools from a bunch of houses in the vicinity stopped working after strange reactions in the middle of the afternoon. We don't know if this was something natural or if someone is behind it, but it's a fact that we have to worry about it, or we'll have a lot of damage." This fellow said, making Vicente look him in the eye and feel sweat dripping down his back.

"Really? That happened?" Vicente promptly realized he was to blame for this phenomenon, noting that he had reached far beyond his home. 'I must quickly get such a power under control!'