"Dallas." Silas's tone shifted, the laughter gone. His expression turned serious.
"What now?" Dallas said, sliding the gun into the drawer.
"I’ve been wondering. Where’s Vincent?" Silas asked while adjusting his shoes.
"Vincent? He’s with Shane, I think. That guy’s probably got him running around like his personal maid," Dallas said, chuckling.
"I thought he was killed too," Silas said, keeping his tone flat.
"Nah, that kid’s tough as hell," Dallas replied, glancing at Silas with a smirk.
Silas didn’t say anything back. He just nodded slowly and gestured toward the stairs. "I’m heading up," he said.
Dallas waved him off without looking. "Yeah, yeah, go."
Creak. Silas made his way to his room, the old wooden steps groaning under his weight.
Click.
[Silas Santoro]
Age: 17
XP: 260
Lifetime: 7 days
Skills learned/currently learning:
Karate (learning)
Basics of Self Defense
Basic pistol training
Basic knife skill
Sniping
"That's some XP I saved," Silas muttered to himself, then clicked to buy the 30-day lifetime boost.
Kring!
[Lifetime 30 days]
XP: 260 (-60)
CURRENT: 200
Lifetime: 37 Days
"Much better," he said with a satisfied nod.
Kring!
[Special Notification]
[You can now unlock features of this cheat system by completing random tasks we give you.]
The notification made Silas remember what the voice had told him when he died—the system could unlock more features.
"What a generous system," Silas said with a grin.
Knock! The sound made Silas sit up from his bed and walk over to the door.
When he opened it, Tessa stood there, holding a small, hard envelope in her hand. Another delivery job.
"Hey, Silas, I almost forgot. You’ve got a special delivery today," Tessa said, handing the envelope to him. "Don’t mess it up."
"I got it," Silas replied, watching Tessa head back to her room.
This delivery felt different. The envelope was smaller than usual—barely bigger than a piece of paper. A letter.
Silas knew this wasn’t just any letter. It was meant for someone important. Letters like this usually held valuable information. He slipped it into his bag and left the room.
Mail delivery.
The address was a little far off, probably about an hour by bus. But the address written on the envelope was something Silas recognized.
Porto Candela
In his past life, Silas often visited Porto Candela. It was known for brothels, pubs, and strip clubs, but he’d come here for Maria.
Maria had ended up as a prostitute in the future after he left, sold off by the gang to a strip club owner with connections to Red Dawn.
This time, reborn with a clear goal, Silas wasn’t just here to kill some thugs or kingpins. He was here to change everything that happened before. He wasn’t reborn just to follow the same path. He was here to reshape the future of his and those around him.
As Silas looked out the window of the bus, Porto Candela seemed different. It didn’t have so much commercial buildings this time, but he knew that one day, it would turn into a haven for rich, twisted old men.
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Porto Candela, Two Kings & One Queen Club.
That was the full address on the envelope, and now Silas stood in front of the club. A logo of three crowns marked the top of the building. This was the first club to open in Porto Candela, and it would play a huge role in the development of this city in the future.
Silas knew how the town would eventually become a massive business area, but one thing was for sure—it was owned by the Trejos.
"Is this a setup or what?" Silas muttered, shaking his head as he walked toward the entrance.
A guard stood outside, casually smoking, glancing at his watch.
"Who the hell shows up to a club at this hour? You lost or just really desperate?" the guard grumbled.
"I'm not here to party," Silas shot back, holding up the envelope. "I’ve got a delivery."
The guard looked around quickly, then checked his watch again.
"Go on in," he said after a moment, eyeing Silas for any hidden weapons before stepping aside.
Inside the club, it was practically empty. Way too early for anyone serious about clubbing. A janitor mopped lazily near the bar, and the guard was probably outside having another smoke.
In the far corner, though, was a VIP section. It wasn’t crowded, just three girls in their twenties lounging on the cushy seats, sipping wine, and chatting like they owned the place.
When Silas walked in, their laughter echoed briefly through the empty space. One of them, the blonde in the middle, stood out immediately. Not because of her looks—though her blue eyes and casual blonde hair combo weren’t bad—but because she gave off an air that screamed, I’m in charge here.
As Silas walked closer, he locked his eyes on her. The letter in his hand wasn’t addressed to just anyone; this had to be the recipient. Tessa’s friend? Maybe. Acquaintance? Nah. People don’t mail shit like this to casual acquaintances.
Still, he didn’t dwell on it. The faster this job was done, the faster he could leave.
Years as a hitman had given him a habit: always scan the room, always assess the people. Sometimes, it was instinct. Sometimes, it was just survival. Most people in a room blended into the background. But this blonde? She didn’t.
The girls around her didn’t even register as threats, but Tanya, the one in the middle, had something. Maybe it was her confidence. Maybe it was the way she tilted her head, watching him like she was sizing him up.
When Silas got closer, her blue eyes flicked to his. Her smirk froze for a second as she noticed his bright red eyes. She set her wineglass down, ignoring whatever her friends were saying.
"Hey, Tanya, isn’t that an early bird?" one of the other girls asked, giggling.
"Pfft. Early bird?" Tanya chuckled, leaning back in her seat. "More like a lost puppy."
Silas didn’t say a word. He kept walking toward them. They were the only people here worth his time, aside from maybe the janitor still pretending to clean.
Tanya’s eyes locked onto the paper in Silas’s hand. Her smirk widened as she stood up from her seat.
"That’s mine," she said, extending her hand as if she expected Silas to bow and hand it over.
"Sure," Silas said flatly, barely sparing her a glance as he handed it over.
Tanya raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to people being this unimpressed. She grabbed her half-empty glass of wine and leaned back, swirling it lazily.
"Tessa wrote again huh? you’re quick one to deliver," she said, smirking again. "You deserve a good reward."
She poured some wine into her palm and extended it toward Silas. The two girls beside her snickered, clearly enjoying whatever twisted game this was.
Tanya, daughter of Fernando Trejo, sister to Severin, and half-sister to Silvan. A spoiled brat with a superiority complex the size of Orlith. Years of being pampered and protected by her father's influence had turned her into someone who thrived on power trips like this.
"Go on," she said, her smirk growing nastier. "Lick it."
The other two girls giggled again, their smug expressions practically screaming, Let’s see what he does now.
Silas stared at her for a moment, his face unreadable. This wasn’t his first time dealing with someone like her. Hell, he had probably seen worse in his past life. But this? This was just pathetic.
He stepped closer, his expression ice-cold, and tilted his head slightly, his voice low but enough to cut through her inflated ego.
"Here’s a better idea," he said, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh? And what is that?" Tanya asked, curiosity evident on her expression.
"Why don’t you pour the whole bottle over your head? At least then it might match the trash coming out of your mouth."
The room went silent. Tanya’s smirk faltered for the briefest second, the two girls beside her exchanging wide-eyed glances.
Silas didn’t wait for a response. He turned around and headed for the door, throwing a casual wave over his shoulder.
"Thanks for the ‘reward,’ princess. Maybe next time, try tempting me with much more greater reward."
Tanya stood frozen, the wine glass shaking slightly in her hand as the smirks on her friends' faces faded into awkward smiles.
"Shit!" Tanya muttered, shaking the glass of wine in her hand, her anger seething.
She slumped into the lounge, fury written all over her face.
"Leave me alone for a minute," she snapped at the two girls, grabbing the letter with a sharp, angry motion.
The two girls scrambled to the corner, out of her sight, their hands trembling from fear.
"Fuck that brat!" Tanya cursed. "Who the hell does he think he is?" She ripped open the letter.
"I’ll make sure that punk gets what's coming to him," she muttered to herself. "I’ll make sure dad takes care of that little shit."
As she opened the letter, her hands shook with rage, tearing it apart. But then, the anger faded, replaced by something else. Her eyes widened, and her hands trembled as she read.
Fear.
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The letter read:
From Tessa.
Once you read this, head straight to my place. Don’t go near the boss—Redline is on the streets right now, and they're hunting for you. They’re planning to take you hostage.
Don’t tell anyone about this. Burn this after you read it, then go straight to my house.
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"Shit," Tanya whispered, still trembling, grabbing a lighter to burn the letter.
She quickly stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. But then, paranoia set in. She started glancing at the windows, half-expecting to see Redline on her tail.
"Tanya! Where are you going?" one of the girls called out as Tanya stormed outside.
Creak.
"Hey, take me somewhere. Now!" Tanya snapped at the guard, her voice sharp.
"Uh... oh! Right, ma’am!" the guard stammered, rushing to get a vehicle.
Vroom!
"What the fuck is that?" Tanya yelled at the guard on the motorcycle. "I need a fucking car, you idiot!" She was losing it.
"Sorry, ma’am! I’ll get another!" the guard said, panic clear in his voice.
~
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
Silas had returned to their turf, the letter delivered to Tessa, who was now heading back home to be with Tanya.
Even though Silas didn’t read the letter, he knew what was coming. The war was already looming. It was happening faster than it did in his past life. Back then, it took years for things to boil over, but now, it was only a matter of weeks.
"I saw some Redliners on the street. They’re guarding it like they own the place," Ray said, crossing her arms as she spoke to Dallas.
"Hahaha, forget about them. They're like ants. They’ll scatter when they see us," Dallas replied confidently.
Silas sat quietly in the corner, not saying a word.
"What the hell happened to him?" Ray asked, leaning in to whisper to Dallas.
"I dunno, ask him yourself, idiot," Dallas replied.
Ray walked over to where Silas sat.
"Silas, what’s up with you? Heartbroken or something?" she teased, tapping his shoulder.
"I’m just not feeling well today. Feels like I’ve got the flu," he said seriously.
"Why didn’t you just tell Tessa? She would’ve let you take a break," Ray suggested.
"Or you can tell her when she gets back if you’re so worried. I’m gonna go get some medicine for this," Silas joked.
"What? Fuck no! You tell her yourself," Ray said, taking her hand off his shoulder and walking back to Dallas.
~~~
When Tanya got to Tessa’s place, she was still on edge, her mind racing with worries. But as soon as she sat in the living room, she finally started to relax a little.
The house wasn’t big—just enough for one person—but Tanya’s face said it all. She wasn’t used to this. She was used to mansions, not a small place like this.
Creak.
Tessa walked in and found Tanya drinking milk straight from the fridge.
"Hey, I should’ve told you, that milk’s expired," Tessa said, surprising Tanya who hadn’t heard her come in.
Psssshhh. Tanya immediately spat the milk out, splattering it all over the floor.
"Ex... expired?" Tanya said, staring at the milk carton. "Then why the hell is it in the fridge? You could’ve just thrown it out!" She wiped her lips, still disgusted.
"Yeah, my bad," Tessa replied, shrugging. "Why don’t you watch something while I make dinner?" She pointed at the TV.
"That’s more like it, Tex." Tanya grinned and walked over to the couch.
~
"Damn that girl! I told her to stay home, and now she gets kidnapped?" Severin yelled, slamming his fist into the wall.
"Shouting won’t help, you idiot. You need to do something," Fernando said coldly.
Severin’s frustration was obvious, his hands still pounding the wall in anger.
But it wasn’t just his sister he was worried about. He was worried about the Red Dawn—his gang. Fernando, on the other hand, wasn’t as concerned about the gang. He cared more about his daughter, and he’d do anything to get her back.
"Are you sure she was kidnapped?" Fernando asked calmly.
"Yeah, father," Severin replied. "The guard saw her leave the club, and her two friends said she left right after reading a letter. They don’t know where it came from."
"A letter?" Fernando raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. We couldn’t get our hands on it, but we saw some ashes on the table. Looks like it was burned." Severin explained.
It fell silent between them, both thinking. But Fernando’s mind was already made up—someone was pulling the strings here. Someone Tanya trusted—or hated. Either way, someone was behind this.
Fernando thought she must have read the letter from someone she knew.
Then…
"And the two girls said the letter was delivered by a brat with black and red eyes," Severin added, looking at his father.
"So it was either Redline, or someone in our own gang is trying to mess things up?" Fernando asked, his eyes widening.
"Seems like it," Severin answered, staring out the window.