Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

As a purple beam of mana shot out of the ghost's magic circle, Vice saw everything in front of him go dark as he felt like he was falling down an endless canyon.

'Am I going to die?' He asked himself as he felt his body crumble, extremely weak, while the two pentagrams around his yellow Magic Gem seemed to turn gray as if they were turning to stone.

As they cracked, Vicente felt the mana in his body slowly disappear as his consciousness grew weaker and weaker.

Tud! Tud!

His heart pounded harder, and as he closed his eyes, Vicente found himself back in his worst nightmare, where he and his family were fleeing from a rain of high-level remnant attacks.

Seeing a giant piece of bone fall on his mother once again, Vicente felt like he was in hell, remembering all the feelings of that time.

'Mom...'

His consciousness reappeared as his deteriorating situation stopped worsening, and his mana held firm in its defensive position.

"Mom..." He murmured as he opened his eyes again, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

"Oh?" The spirit saw his target return to consciousness while five magic circles were under his control, gradually suppressing his target's body.

To possess Vice's body, or anyone else's, this spirit would either have to get his target's permission or drain his opponent's mana.

Entering the body of a living being could be extremely dangerous, even for high-level spirits!

The owner of a body was the sovereign being over it. Even at a low level, the owner of a body could use their mana to suppress and destroy invading spirits!

However, this advantage was only valid if that living being had mana!

'This human is really tough! But he'll soon lose his strength!' The spirit thought silently, seeing that Vicente must already be at the limit of what he could do. 'When you pass out, your body will be mine, and I can finally leave this place!'

"Time to die, human!" He said as he doubled the amount of mana he was using, causing some of the purple magic circles around Vicente to mark the young man's skin.

Sensing this, Vicente struggled as he screamed in pain, conscious but still helpless against the 4th-stage spirit in front of him.

"Do you want my body?" Vicente struggled to ask, knowing that ghosts couldn't get far with their spirit forms. "If that's what you want, I have bad news for you. This body is not so easy for you to control!"

"Tsk! You talk too much!" The spirit ignored Vicente's words as the young man moved the last mana remnants in his existence.

'Now, it's all or nothing.' Vice thought as he moved his last energies into his second Magic Gem.

"Oh? Finally giving up?" The spirit approached Vicente as he felt the mana barrier on the young man's body disappear.

"Hahaha, time to possess him! I'll finally have a body!" He shouted as he flew with the intention of entering Vicente's body.

However, when he was only a few centimeters away from reaching Vicente's body, the yellow Magic Gem on Vicente's forehead disappeared, and a blue gem shone brightly on his forehead.

"Daring!"

A voice suddenly emerged from inside Vicente's second Magic Gem. Meanwhile, the spirit sensed that something was wrong.

As he quickly changed his movement and dodged Vice, that spirit suddenly felt his mana tremble, something that had never happened in his 2,000 years of existence.

'What is it? Why do I feel overpowered all of a sudden?' He became serious as he looked at Vice's back and saw a yellow pentagram emerge from the human's body.

The moment the first pentagram of Vicente's second Magic Gem appeared, the darkness around this underground chamber vibrated as the free mana in the air condensed around it.

"It can't be... This... This brat has two Magic Gems?" The ghost opened his mouth as he retreated a few meters, bringing his magic circles closer to himself.

But when he saw Vicente's second magical form appear to the world, the ghost's shock and awe would increase exponentially.

The figure of a huge throne of darkness appeared before him while the young Fuller's body exuded a strange pressure that belonged to beings of the purest lineage.

Vicente's eyes became even blacker while a cloak of darkness formed on his shoulders, simultaneously with the appearance of a crown of the same element.

As he sat on the throne, Vicente moved a hand toward the ghost, and a voice came from within his second Magic Gem.

"With the Throne of Darkness, all darkness is under my control!"

As this strange voice appeared, the ghost's eyes widened as he tried to flee. But he felt the darkness around him slipping out of his control, disobeying him. At that moment, he realized that if he didn't escape, he would die!

As his body became heavier and harder to move, a black circle of magic appeared over him, forming such an intense pressure on him that even in his spirit form, he couldn't stand it. When he stopped floating, he felt his body being pressed into the ground, where another black magic circle had just appeared.

He tried to stand up, trying to counterattack his opponent while glowing a strong purple color, extremely afraid of his own demise.

'This overwhelming power... If I stay here, I'll be destroyed.'

"Kneel!" The voice came again from Vicente's forehead, and the pressure on the ghost doubled in strength.

"Mercy! Mercy, my lord!" The ghost could stand it no longer and cried out in fear, sensing the darkness' chosen one would kill him if he didn't take this approach.

"Please, my lord, let this humble spirit serve you! I am willing to take a mark of slavery!" He cried as he stopped resisting the enemy's will and prostrated himself of his own accord while still being pressed by Vicente.

In doing so, he revealed his spirit essence, the most critical part of creatures of his nature, something that could decide his life and death but which could also be used to force slavery pacts even more powerful than the One-Sided Seals.

As the spirit revealed its essence to Vice, the single pentagram of the young man's second Magic Gem moved, quickly marking it. In an instant, it marked the ghost's essence, connecting that Sovereign to Vice's second magical form.

As the mark of slavery solidified on the ghost's essence, the blue glow on Vicente's forehead finally faded as his Throne of Darkness disappeared.

Seeing Vicente fall, the spirit felt the pressure in his surroundings disappear and moved toward the unprotected body of this human!