I Became a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 36

Corleone mansion in Incheon Outer Area.

Like earth spiders hiding in the shadows from the sun that illuminates the land, there were those who hid in the shadows under the name of Corleone.

“We will now begin the examination of Eugene Han Corleone’s qualifications to become an Executive.”

In the conference room of the Corleone mansion there were dozens of family bosses gathered there, all of whom had traveled to the Corleone mansion for this one day only.

“Given that the heir apparent, Master Eugene Hahn Corleone, is the subject of the examination, I, Parnello Ramici, will preside in place of the Done, Vito Corleone, for this case only.”

Parnello tapped his gavel to signal the start of the examination, and everyone in the room tore open the envelope in front of them and began to read its contents.

“The papers before you are a record of the actions of ‘Eugene Han Corleone’ since he was named as successor.”

As Parnello begins to read the contents of the papers, a murmur of mixed emotions erupts from the group.

“Heh, I can’t believe it was him who condemned Blunt.”

“He single-handedly subdued Blunt……? You can’t fake blood.”

“He’s quite well regarded by the Enforcers. I hear he’s already acting as one of the enforcers…….”

Amidst the admiration and unexpectedness, there was the one person who was confused.

“He’s the vice-president of his Academy class and he created a club in a single day……?”

Antonio Bevalt, the boss of the Bevalt family, who had come to judge a story he’d surely heard many times before, could not hide his bewilderment.

‘This……is what I heard from my son……!’

His son, Jin-woo Bevalt, had just entered the Academy.

He’d tried to get him to take some successor classes, but he’d insisted that he didn’t want to be a mafia boss, so he’d sent him away to get more experience.

How about the stories he would always come home with.

‘Dad, did I meet a weirdo?’

‘Dad, am I an idiot? There’s something about him, isn’t there?’

‘Dad, I joined a club, huh? What kind of club? I don’t know, my boss made it, I don’t think he’ll do anything stupid.’

‘Why do I call him boss? Because he beat me……! And I think he’s up to something.’

‘What was his name, Eugene……? I don’t know, I can’t remember. I always just called him boss.’

‘No way, that Eugene was Eugene Han Corleone, the heir to the Corleone fortune, the heir of Don Vito Corleone……!’

‘I thought the name Eugene was common enough, but I never imagined that the damned bastard would be in his service……!’

Of course, Antonio Bevalt didn’t hate Eugene. On the contrary, he liked him.

Vito Corleone was his old friend, his boss, and Eugene, the son of the Don, was like his nephew. In other words, his emotions were pure surprise.

Antonio Bevalt glanced at Parnello, who stood in the chair.

There was no way Parnello Ramici would not have been unaware of this.

Their eyes met in the air, and Parnello smiled and nodded. He was going to explain after all this.

“Parnello, can I ask you a question?”

One of the men in the room quickly raised his hand.

“Yes, by all means.”

“To be honest, I think there’s a part of me that finds it hard to believe that he did all of this on his own.”

As he says this, he begins to recite what was written on the paper.

“Within a few days of taking the Heir’ classes, he took down the Blunt Family, prevented the Triad from entering the country, and negotiated a deal with them. Are you really saying that he did all of this on his own, without anyone else’s involvement?”

At his words, several other bosses began to nod since the contents of the letter were beyond their imagination.

Aside from that there were also the facts that he was the vice-president of his class and created a club in the Academy.

“Yes, I swear on my name, Parnello Ramici, that all of this was accomplished by the power of the Master.”

It was all useless before the name of the man who had stood beside Don Vito Corleone and written legends together.

“……Then I will believe you.”

“Only if you say so.”

The oath of Parnello was not a light one since he was a man of integrity, innocence, loyalty, and trustworthiness above all others. That was Parnello Ramici, the man who had spent the last decade of his life serving Corleone.

“I’m glad your doubts seem to have been answered.”

With that, Eugene’s promotion to Executive was effectively a done deal.

Even if Eugene was new to the organization, it didn’t change the fact that he was the heir to Corleone. It just meant that his path to becoming an Executive would be a little faster.

“By the way, as an officer of the Corleone, he should have his own territory to manage. Which sector are you planning to assign to the Master?”

Parnello snapped his fingers at the question from somewhere else.

“That’s a good question. It’s only natural to assign a zone to an Executive, but Master has refused to be assigned a zone.”

“The Master refused?”

“Yes. He only wants me to gain the influence of an Executive.”

For Executives, territories were extremely valuable.

An Executive influence depended on how much influence they could exert over the surrounding area and how much money they could generate.

“The Master said he wanted to set up his own district in the Academy.”

So Eugene decided to create a new zone.

Not one would that not overlap with the other bosses in Corleone, but he would also establish a new base for Corleone.

“Judging by the looks on your faces, it shouldn’t be a problem to vote right away.”

Surveying the expressions of the bosses around him, Parnello nodded and reached for the small wooden mallet in front of him.

“Then let’s get right to the voting, shall we? All those in favor of the promotion of ‘Eugene Han Corleone’ to Executive, please raise your hands.”

Simultaneously, everyone raises their hands.

‘Unanimous.’

Every member of the cadre who had determined that Eugene was unlikely to come near their quarters raised their hands.

“Unanimous, then. I hereby declare Eugene Han Corleone an Executive of the Corleone Family as of this hour.”

A smiling Parnello banged his gavel three times and just like that, Eugene Hahn Corleone was officially an executive of the Corleone family.

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[Ranger Club]

One of the few combat-type Bronze clubs, it specializes in taking on requests from support-type clubs to airlift materials directly from the mountains.

Because of this, many students who can’t get into the advanced clubs try to join the Ranger Club, which is one of the more combative clubs in Bronze.”

~Familia club room~

After checking the information that Se-ah and Young-jae uploaded in real time, someone clicked their tongue.

“You think I’m going to lose to those club members who just want to fill up their stats? No way.”

Inside the ‘Recipe Development Club’, Jin-woo was in a chair, looking at his cell phone, with his back to the members who were cooking.

“Mr. Jin-woo, please try this. Do you think the flavor is right?”

“Mr. Freshman, please try this too.”

“My food is the least spicy, so I’ll have mine first!”

“Whoa, ladies. Everybody calm down. I still have plenty of room in my stomach.”

Jin-woo was feeling the happiness of a lifetime right now.

“I can’t believe they’re trying to blackmail such a great club……Don’t worry, senior sisters. As long as I’m here, they won’t be able to do anything.”

Jin-woo, who came to the Recipe Development Club to protect them because Eugene’s words was like a rainbow in a drought, and he was also a friend who would be with them in the future.

Is that why? As a freshman who had just joined the academy, and as a first-year student who had come to protect them, he was nothing but cute to them. However Jin-woo didn’t know that.

‘……I’m in heaven!’

Beautiful women in aprons were cooking with happy smiles on their faces.

They were all older than him and they were even feeding him the food they made. He was in paradise at the Academy, happily accepting their food.

“Oh, it smells good. Are you cooking?”

A man with a bow on his back walked into the room, smiling brightly, and the atmosphere inside turned cold.

“Who? The ‘Recipe Development Club’ isn’t accepting outsiders right now.”

At the sight of the man who had interrupted his blissful situation, Jin-woo furrowed his brow and glared at the man in front of him.

The man looked puzzled by the newcomer’s sudden appearance and stood in front of Jin-woo scratching his head.

“First year? What’s a first year doing here? Are you the newest member of the Recipe Development Club?”

“……It’s none of your business.”

He had a bow on his back, an active-looking outfit, and a machete at his waist. Looking at his outfit, Jin-woo realized that the person in front of him was from the Ranger Club.

“Unless you have something to do, why don’t you leave?”

Eugene’s orders were to protect the Recipe Development Club.

For now, everyone’s safety came first, so Jin-woo kept his anger down as much as possible and told the man to leave but the man laughed at Jin-woo’s words.

“No way, why should I leave after coming all this way?”

As he says this, he points to the dish that Isheri is holding.

“Isheri, that looks delicious, give me a plate too. I just got back from hunting in a nearby dungeon and I’m hungry.”

Jin-woo grimaces at how casually he asks for food, like he’s always done it and suddenly, he realized that someone was shivering behind him.

Isheri, who was hiding behind him, was shivering and Jin-woo realized his mistake. From the moment he entered the room, they were not safe.

What was he supposed to do?

Even the people here were all…….

“Hey.”

Jin-woo approached the frowning man with his fist clenched.

The man looked puzzled by Jin-woo’s sudden advance but Jin-woo jerked his middle finger at the man’s face and said.

“Is this your house? Go home and eat your meal, asshole.”

“……what?”

This was Jinwoo Bevalt. He was a man who grew stronger and stronger in the presence of women.