Demon Lord's Reincarnation

While I have a healthy relationship with Kaley and everyone else—adding on my experience with June, I might have sounded confident from my brief talk with this chick, Lucy, but it was definitely chaos in my head right now. Because one, Quinn already had a domineering aura around her but Lucy had something on the same level—though quite different—as she leaned over to me.

But yeah, as what I usually do with challenges in my life, I laughed it off—or in this case, I let out a chuckle as I gave her a brief reply:

"You gotta take me out to dinner at least, ya know? I'm main-gaining, by the way—"

"HAH! My meat still had protein on it, what's the problem?" she let out a chuckle as well.

"You'd be surprised from my servings though."

"Is that right?"

"It's more than a full-course meal, mind you. You can ask around here."

"Heh, I don't listen to hearsay though—I'd like to witness it from my own eyes."

I shook my head as I chuckled, "Later, if I'm up to it. Where's Malachi and his crew, by the way?"

She just looked at me weirdly, "Do you have fucking eyes? They're right behind me."

"What— HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

To my fucking shock, Malachi, Tracy, and the rest of their crew of college students were actually right behind Lucy—but they were all clean-shaven like monks and I fucking mistook them for her entourage. While I should've been paying more attention to my surroundings, I never expected them to be inducted into the De Leon Family even though I did imply that they were working alongside me.

It's just that I assumed that they would've approached us and spoke first but yeah, let's just say that Lucy was preventing me from doing that at the time.

Still, I can't figure out the reason why they decided to show a united front towards baldness—and if anything, as I said earlier, I never thought they'd sign up for Lucy's crew.

Tracy couldn't look me in the eye properly as I asked them to sit down:

"T-This… L-Lucy said that i-it's the only way they could d-drive us out in the o-open…"

"Hah? I never said that," Lucy cut in without a care in the fucking world.

"YOU—"

Lucy chortled with a shit-eating grin, "I stick my neck out for ya fucks, that's the least you can do! I could've sold you to the Garcia Family for a suite but nah, I'd rather get in the action Quinn's been falling head over heels with. So yeah, the least you can do is make me laugh, and you did! YOU ALL DID! HAH!"

In any case, their sacrifice wouldn't be forgotten though Cynthia had a quick fix for them and it was to take them to the Pink House to borrow some wigs. While the dudes couldn't care less, the dudettes in Tracy's fold expressed how thankful they were for the gesture. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

But yeah, it didn't even take long before Lucy just realized that Jackie's—or should I say my Impreza's—was sitting in the parking space next to her. To be exact, she forgot from her conversation with Quinn that she gave it to me as a gift but seeing it outside for the first time in a while after collecting dust brought a lot of memories from within her.

Obviously, I had to prove myself worthy of driving Jackie's ride for the nth fucking time—though I didn't really mind because their feelings were valid and I wanted to have a go at Mr. Cuervo's race track.

It had a combination of proper roads and off-road areas which could also be cut up into specific parts depending on the drivers, but what Lucy was really looking for was me attacking each and every corner as if I was delivering crates of tofu down the mountain.

And when I fucking did—as she was sitting on the passenger's seat—I made full use of the car's fucking limits which would require a change of tires right after.

Needless to say, I chained each hairpin turn—on one of the courses—through a continuous drift which made the tires squeal and smoke, but most importantly, it seemed like I followed the racing— no, the drifting line their dear Jackie would probably do around 98% of the time.

And look, I'm not a Drift King per se, at least not proclaimed to be, but while I wasn't particularly fond of getting compared to people, I didn't mind it as much since their #2 held a special place in their hearts.

And as I parked my Impreza the same way, I thought Lucy was just gonna pounce on me but instead, she offered a fistbump which I happily accepted.

"Fuck it, you're good, man… You're good, heh," she said as she shook her head, "It's been a while… It really has been a while…"

"Just remember I'm not really Jackie, alright—"

"I know, I know— we know. It's just… Fuck~ I—"

All of a sudden, Quinn just started to knock on her window so I just lowered it for her. However, Quinn was just wearing the same shit-eating grin as she rested her arms over to the passenger side door.

"C'mon, blow him. I'll watch… at first."

"PFFT— HAH! I am tempted, not after that though… He's… Maaan~ That shit brought me fucking back…"

"If you won't take this chance, I will— Hey! Where are you going?!"

I looked at Quinn like she was an idiot, "To ma wife? Who else?"

"BUT—"

"There's a time and a place, Quinn! And I just had the car deodorized!"

"PFFT!/ HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

With that said, we did come back to my crew finishing up the challenging stages and it's safe to say that we had 200 or so soldiers from the Academy who signed under our flag while there were 60 or so randoms and 40 other people from other families who wanted to switch families.

Adding that to the 20 or so people we left in this place, we had 300+ people under my name in this place alone but the exact number of my forces and allies far exceeded that.

Still, it was a sizeable force and two-thirds of them coming from a reliable source gave me less worry because Major Perez could easily whip them into shape while I was away. Moreso, they already knew that this place was a haven from their grueling training and quotas to be met at the Academy and they wouldn't squander their chances to be allowed to travel here for a day or two.

But yeah, as more time had passed, I was eventually summoned to Mr. Cuervo's house to meet with him, his wife, and two kids momentarily before linking up with the owner of the cockpit arena where we found Kuzma, Mr. Jonathan. And yeah, his "daughter", "Allie" was also present and she gave me a cutesy smile as I walked in with Kaley, Tatiana, Quinn, and Lucy.

Quinn and Lucy said at the same time, "Who's that ugly fucker?"

Jonathan's eyes widened in shock, "HAH?! WHO YOU CALLING—"

Quinn continued, "Those flimsy-ass calves, uneven arms—"

Lucy continued, "Jeez, his anterior deltoids are already rubbish-looking but the posteriors are nowhere to be found…"

Jonathan tried to cut in, "Oi, oi, oi! I—"

Though Allie gave him the deathblow, "Don't worry, Daddy! I love you just the way you are, even if you can't bench 225—"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I CAN BENCH—"

"PFFT—/ HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

At that point, I didn't think I needed to add more to the sudden roasting of Mr. Jonathan but Mr. Cuervo was trying hard to keep a straight face as the onslaught of insults came hurling down the dude who dissed his programs. But yeah, it seemed like that this time, Jonathan would be in charge of a few of the programs though unfortunately, I, for one, wouldn't be able to attend this coming Friday.

"What?! I-I— I worked hard on it and you should—"

Mr. Cuervo shook his head, "You need to test these events for the other people first before letting my Champion of Champions run through it. Can you afford him getting injured?"

"Hah? Where's the fun in that if it's so safe?! Isn't the point of your games is to make it dangerous and fun for the crowd?!"

Mr. Cuervo rolled his eyes, "Fine. Tell 'im what your first event is and see how he reacts…"

Jonathan's eyes then lit up, "Great! This is gonna be a doozy~ First, we strap a C4 in your torsos—"

I never cut in so fast, "I'm out."

"What?! I had just started my explanation!"

"Fine… continue."

"Great! T-Then, then… Umm… After we strap you to a C4 vest, we set it to a minute before it explodes a-and, and— the only way to disarm is to umm… We set it in a way where you have to put down 100 zombies in a minute. Like one zombie per second, sounds good, right?"

"Jonathan…"

"Hmm?"

"First of all… Do you know how C4s work and how many seconds do you think is in a minute?"