Vincent was still sitting in his Moretti office chair, his hand trembling slightly as he took a drag from his cigarette. The smell of blood and smoke filled his nostrils.
The thugs who had just arrived started carrying out the bodies, including their former leader. They also took the injured ones away, while a few servants began cleaning the place.
He steadied his hand, still stained with dried blood, even though he had already wiped it off. His thoughts spun wildly.
"What did I just do? I'm an ordinary person, not a thug, not a killer, but I slaughtered them like animals."
He turned his palm over, still slightly shaking.
"Strange, my body feels faster, stronger. Is this the effect of the system? I really did it all on my own."
Vincent leaned back in the expensive leather chair, some of its parts damaged by bullets from the fight. He picked up another cigarette left behind by Moretti and lit it again.
"My hands are soaked in blood now, there's no turning back."
One of Moretti's former male staff entered the room. He only glanced at the pool of blood being cleaned by the servants, his expression blank. Everyone in the mansion was used to this sight.
The staff sighed before walking towards Vincent. He stared at the man as he inhaled his cigarette deeply, then exhaled the smoke towards him.
"Sir, I have heard about the takeover of all Moretti's businesses by you, and I will handle everything. But first, you need to be treated," he said, his voice calm but calculating.
"Name?" Vincent asked coldly, still looking at him.
"P-pardon?" the man stammered.
"Your name," Vincent repeated in the same icy tone.
"Marco, sir. Marco Rossi," he answered quickly, slightly bowing his head.
Vincent looked at him, then said, "I'm fine, Marco. No need for a doctor."
Marco nodded, but his eyes stayed fixed on Vincent, who only looked at him indifferently. He wasn't lying when he said he would be fine, the system would heal him, although slowly.
"You should rest, sir. The master bedroom is ready. I'll escort you."
Vincent took a deep drag of his cigarette, then snuffed it out in the ashtray on the desk. He stood up, grimacing slightly to suppress the pain in his body.
He followed Marco through the corridor, passing the servants who were still scrubbing the blood left behind when the thugs carried the bodies out. Marco led him into a large bedroom, with an enormous bed, a crystal chandelier hanging in the center, and windows overlooking a lush garden.
He stepped inside, admiring the room decorated in gray and black, which was quite different from the mansion's other rooms, which had an overly flashy taste in his opinion.
Marco busied himself opening the large wardrobe, saying, "I threw out all of Moretti's old clothes and accessories." Vincent listened, realizing the middle-aged man in a sharp suit had referred to his former boss by name only.
"These are new, never worn. Your size seems about the same, maybe the shoes too," he said, glancing at Vincent's bare feet.
He then pulled out a beige silk shirt, black silk trousers, a silver watch, and polished black leather shoes, all still in their boxes.
Vincent nodded, his old habit as a bootstrap entrepreneur kicking in. "Alright, better than wasting these by buying new ones," he thought.
Marco excused himself and asked what Vincent wanted for dinner, and Vincent answered indifferently.
After the likely butler left, Vincent entered the luxurious bathroom. Marble floors and gold decorations covered the entire space.
He turned on the hot water in the gray bathtub, then removed his bloodstained clothes and tossed them into the trash bin.
When he stepped into the bath, a sharp sting hit him, but his body started to relax.
Then, the system appeared.
[Status: Injured. Restoring the Heir…]
[Status: Abnormal Condition on The Heir's body has been nullified.]
Just as he expected, the system was already healing him, just like when he fought Voss's men. He closed his eyes, letting himself unwind.
His thoughts drifted to everything he had gained. Money and power. He had no idea how far Moretti's influence reached, and he might have to deal with other gangsters, but at least, for now, he was enjoying luxury beyond what he had ever experienced, even when his startup made successful product sales.
He stepped out of the bath, dried himself, and put on the clothes Marco had prepared. The outfit and shoes fit perfectly, and the expensive watch gleamed on his wrist.
Standing before the mirror, he felt like he was no longer the same man he once was, the loser who worked tirelessly just to survive. Now, he was a billionaire.
Marco returned not long after Vincent finished dressing and escorted him to the dining hall. There, he dined alone, while servants moved back and forth, bringing dishes and pouring wine.
Vincent sat at the head of the table and began enjoying Wagyu A5 steak, black truffle-infused pommes purée, and a glass of Château Margaux 2009. It felt unreal to taste such fine cuisine and expensive drinks.
Marco remained beside him, watching, occasionally refilling his wine. Vincent eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he had arranged these luxurious dishes just to please him.
But Marco showed no particular interest, only signaling a servant to bring out a Louis XIII de Rémy Martin cognac paired with an edible gold-laced sundae as the final indulgence.
His efforts were not wasted, Vincent was truly pleased. He returned to his grand bedroom feeling like he was in heaven.
"Sir, are you really sure your wounds don't need treatment?" Marco asked suddenly as he handed over a set of pajamas.
"Nope," Vincent replied, then showed him the spots where his wounds had already vanished.
Marco's eyes widened. "How is this possible?"
"I'm blessed," Vincent said indifferently, pretending not to care. Marco stared at the healed wounds but quickly changed the subject.
"Rest well, sir. Tomorrow, I will assist you in handling the takeover of all assets and other matters," Marco said before excusing himself and leaving the room.
Vincent, now alone in the enormous bedroom, started feeling genuinely pleased, as if he were already the ruler of the world.