I Became a Mafia in the Academy
chapter-59

Chapter 59

With the [Subspace Warehouse] imprint on my [Midas’ Gloves], I immediately raised my thumb and drew a circle. At the same time, a golden door appears in front of me.

I opened it with excitement, and a bright beam of light shone into my eyes.

“……Haha, I don’t have to worry about money anymore.”

Inside the small warehouse, about four square meters, are piles and piles of gold and silver coins and other miscellaneous items.

Now that I have the imprint, only I can open this warehouse.

I went inside and found an item that would allow me to leave the dungeon.

“Is this it?”

[You found a new item!]

[Name: Traveling Footstool]

[Class: Normal]

[Type: Consumable]

[Description: These are moving footstools used in dungeons. When used, they move you to the top floor.]

The green footstool was the size of a newspaper.

Having finished appraising the item, I took it out and closed the door to the warehouse.

“……I guess I’ll have to take their magic stones, huh?”

As I said that, I looked at the corpses of the golden goblins lying around.

“This should be enough to secure Class A victory.”

I didn’t want to open their bodies with my bare hands, so I was just about to grab the dagger the golden hobgoblin was holding when──

──I quickly stepped back at the creepy feeling from behind me.

─────!!!

A noise like tearing something resounded, and a fragment of something shot out from behind me.

Slowly turning my head, I could see arrows piercing the walls of the cave. Someone had attacked me.

I slowly turned my head to see where the arrow had come from and found an unexpected figure standing there.

“Why are you……here?”

“What, you’re not a goblin? Sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here but me. I thought you were a goblin.”

Jung-hoon walked over, a bow in his right hand and a nasty grin on his face.

“You almost put a hole through my head just now.”

“What are you talking about? The instructors would have called you back before you died anyway, wouldn’t they?”

He waves his arms in the air and smiles cheerfully, even though it could have been catastrophic if he’d done anything wrong.

“Well, seeing as you’re here, I guess this floor is connected to all the other dungeons. Right?”

Seeing how playful he was, I grabbed Tommy from the cube and pointed it at him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re really going to shoot that, you know the instructors are watching, right?”

“Of course I do, and I’m sure the instructors will call you back if they think you’re really going to die anyway.”

I pull the trigger and fire [Al Capone’s Tommy] in his direction.

“Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

At the same time, a strange scream comes from behind him.

It was because the goblin that had been hanging from the ceiling to target Jung-hoon’s back had fallen down with blood on its forehead.

“What the hell?”

His face twisted into a grimace as I returned the favor.

“You……asshole. Did your family teach you to start shooting at people whether they’re there or not?”

He knows that the instructors can only see, not hear, so he goes right ahead and taunts my family.

“Well, stabbing people in the back must have been your family specialty, right?”

I’ve known all along how much of an open book the Chung family is and what their weaknesses are.

“I don’t know how you got here, but turn around and get the hell out. Everything lying around here is my catch.”

As I said that, pointing the muzzle of Tommy’s gun up at him, I heard the distant sound of grinding teeth.

“What kind of logic is that, since you found it, you get everything?”

“It’s dungeon law, asshole, doesn’t your cop family know dungeon law?”

Dungeon law was a law created to prevent incidents inside dungeons, and what I was claiming now was a law that most Heroes and Awakened knew.

“Inside a dungeon, the hunter owns the monster carcass. Isn’t that basic?”

“……ha. You are talking about laws?”

That was the problem with Jung-hoon.

He hates the wicked like a disease and believes in justice, but when it comes to those he deems wicked, he doesn’t hesitate to use outrageous arguments and methods to sabotage them.

In other words, if you’re working with them, they’ve got your back, but if you’re working against them, they’re a pain in the ass.

Naturally, I was the heir to the Corleone family, so to him, I was evil. Though not without conditions.

“You’re bringing up dungeon law at the……Academy?”

“You can call a lawyer if you want. Oh, you guys don’t like lawyers.”

The law, which he truly believed was right, was on my side, so what could he do?

“……asshole.”

With that, he spat on the ground and turned to walk back the way he came.

……Wait a minute, maybe I can try baiting him this time?

“Wait.”

“……What else?”

“I was impressed with the way you gave up so cleanly. I’m going to give you a chance. What do you say?”

“……What?”

He gives me a weird look, like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“Well, if you can’t win first place here, shouldn’t you get something else, like……the [Subspace Warehouse] I have right now?”

“Bet ……? You want to bet now?”

The Subspace Warehouse was an item that could be considered a unique item based on its utility alone so there was no reason why he wouldn’t want it.

“Then what do you want me to bet on?”

“Well, maybe a small favor later on.”

“And a small favor would be something that would be resolved on my terms?”

“Now you understand. The bet is simple. Guess which class will defeat the boss first. How’s that?”

He looks at me suspiciously.

“Why would you want to make such a shady bet when you have so much more to lose than I do?”

“Well……because I’d rather watch you lose miserably and whine than see you walk away with your pride.”

The guy who heard me raises his eyebrows in disbelief.

“You’re really that confident?”

“I don’t mind if you think so, so, do you accept?”

I said, and waved the imprint of the Subspace Warehouse on my glove toward him.

Even he would covet this, right? It’s like a secret warehouse that only he knows about, right?

He stood there for a moment, mulling it over. But then he nodded and looked at me.

“Class C will get the boss first.”

“……You look convinced.”

Class C was the class of Choi Yeon, the granddaughter of the Sword Saint who had sent me the challenge.

“I know that your club members are stronger than the others. But the one I know would slaughter the boss of the Goblin Dungeon in a single blow, so I’m betting on Class C.”

His logic was quite plausible.

After all, Choi Yeon was an Awakened who had been trained by Sword Saint from a young age. By now, she would be unstoppable compared to other seniors in the academy, and would be a notch above the average active hero.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Choi Yeon’s swordsmanship would take out the boss of the Goblin Dungeon in a single blow. But that was all Choi Yeon had.

After all, dungeons are best tackled as a team, not alone

“I’m betting that our class will be the first to take down the boss.”

“Are you saying that your class will win? You admitted it yourself. Even if the guys in your club are strong, they’re no match for Choi Yeon, that monstrous woman.”

“That would be true if this was an arena, but as you know, this is a dungeon, right?”

As I say that, I give him a small smile, but he frowns as if he doesn’t know what I’m thinking.

“…….So let’s go up there together.”

“We should. The kids will have reached the boss’s room by now.”

I said, and tossed him a footstool.

“Shall we go upstairs and check it out then?”

I set down the footstool on the floor in front of me, and placed myself on top of it. At the same time, magic power rises from the footstool.

Seeing my behavior, he also puts down a footstool in front of him and climbs on top of it.

“Choi Yeon must be ripping the boss’s throat out by now.”

“Well.”

I wonder.

The magic from the footstool envelops my body, and the landscape around me changes.

The Traveling Footstool had worked.

Seeing that the landscape had changed, I immediately stepped down from the footstool and examined my surroundings.

If it’s the same as in the game, the Hobgoblin, the boss of the Goblin Dungeon, should be around.

With that thought in mind, I looked around to see where my classmates were…….

“Oh…….”

I didn’t have to…….

“He’s kind of big.”

“If he’s big, won’t a knife fit in his stomach? I’ll just poke him and go through everything!”

All around them were the bodies of dead goblins with their stomachs open, and a hobgoblin with tears streaming down his face, screaming in agony.

I think I’ve made it to the right boss room, but at the entrance……the backs of what I assume to be kids from my class are blocking the way in from the outside.

……What the hell is going on here?

“What the hell?! Why are you trying to sneak in here, didn’t you learn any dungeon manners?!”

“We got this place first, if you want to go in, wait until we get the boss first!”

The students were using the fact that they couldn’t attack the other students to their advantage.

“How many points are they going to give us for the hobgoblin gem?”

“I told you that if you kill him he’ll respawn, just be moderate.”

“Don’t worry, I’m controlling my power. Hey! Why don’t you call for more?”

-Kiek! Kiek! KEEEEEEEE!!!

“Right! It’s time for more! Everyone get ready!”

“Okay, lure them in! Shoot them as soon as they come out of the hole and get the gemstone first so they don’t notice.”

The kids have already subdued the ‘boss’ and are using it as a goblin regenerator.

“Huh? What’s that? Who popped out?”

“Huh? Isn’t that Mr. Eugene?”

“What, the vice president?”

Such carnage was happening right here, in the boss room.

……Crazy.

What kind of workshop did they set up in the boss room?