Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

’Those were his companions...’ Vicente sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of regret once again.

A single memory could never fully encapsulate the complexity of Kong’s soul. Yet, this past event was one of the most critical moments for the ice dragon. Many events had led Kong to his current state, but this battle weighed heavily on him, shaping his path in profound ways.

Vicente then witnessed the True Celestials departing, ensuring that none who truly mattered would survive the day. Their departure left a haunting silence in their wake.

”Kong, go!” Shouted an old monkey, lying next to the corpse of a red dragon, his voice strained with the last remnants of his strength.

Kong turned his gaze towards his tribe’s mortally wounded ally, who was not far from him. But he hesitated, his heart torn between duty and grief.

”Go! You must hide and guard what happened here today. One day, you will contribute!” Urged the brown-furred monkey, about four meters tall. ”The Celestial King is dead. He will never return. But this reality will not forget him. One day, a destined successor will appear!”

The few survivors near Kong and the monkey paused their suffering, turning their gazes towards the old monkey, their expressions a mix of shock and sorrow.

”Hold on! Elder, are you serious? Is the Celestial King gone for good?! Never to return?!” A frightened voice asked, breaking the heavy silence.

Vicente frowned, not fully understanding the context of the situation. However, he set aside his doubts and continued to observe Kong’s memory intently.

”The Celestial King is long gone! Our only hope is his destined successor!” Declared the monkey, his aura weakening, but his voice growing stronger, filled with an unyielding conviction.

With a last surge of strength, the monkey raised one of his hands into the air and condensed the last of his magical power. ”Companions, fight to become Transcendents. When the chosen one emerges, it will be time for our revenge!”

A golden figure formed from the monkey’s fingertips, drawing all of his life force and magical power. The figure glowed with an ethereal light, taking the shape of a winged, human-like entity. It shone brilliantly for a few moments before starting to dissipate.

Gulp!

Vicente felt a chill run through his entire being, his eyes widening as he found himself back in his own body, seated on the throne in front of the paralyzed dragon suspended in mid-air.

Unlike earlier, when he had been calm and confident, Vicente now wore a shocked expression, his mouth slightly agape. The memory he had just witnessed was overwhelming, its implications staggering.

He couldn’t help but compare the figure of that chosen one with someone from his own memories.

’Senior...’