Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

The moment Vicente put one of his feet into the special platform, he felt something different covering his body. Soon, he found himself in a completely different place than the area where the dragon was waiting for him.",

"This..."

He couldn't help but open his mouth in shock, seeing nothing in the surroundings to show he was still in the area near the First Elder of the Dragon Tribe.

Now, he came upon a wide area where a huge, boundless lawn covered the entire surroundings. The sky was perfectly blue and a light breeze, the kind that would relax anyone, blew lightly through his hair.

For a moment, Vicente wanted to close his eyes and take in the palpable peace of this place.

When he opened his eyes a moment later, his gaze changed, his eyebrows knitted together as he couldn't help but take a step back when he came face to face with four enormous dragons.

These were not dragons like the First Elder. Their bodies seemed to be made of nothing but mana, so they were somewhat transparent. Still, their peak 6th stage auras were enough to make Vicente instantly cautious.

"Human?"

"He has the Amulet of Myndentan."

"Oh? My heir? I didn't expect a human to get my inheritance," said one of the dragon spirits in this place. He looking at Vicente more closely as he smelled the human boy's scent and elemental affinities.

Vicente looked at this being and saw much of the dragon that had finished the challenge of his trio. "This... Don't you remember me?"

"The one who fought you was me and at the same time, it wasn't. You were fighting one of my soul projections. I am one projection, but I only have the knowledge of my true self until the moment I was created.

What the other projections or my true self did after my creation, I don't have access to," the creature said, feeling since the human was his heir, it was worth explaining.

The largest of the four dragons around Vicente stood up, growing even larger as he opened his enormous mouth.

"Human, you have entered the Divine Dragon Matrix. What brings you here?"

Vicente said, after some hesitation, "I am searching for my next pentagrams. They must be of the type formed by the phenomena of nature and of the cyan grade."

"Oh? You're very ambitious," said one dragon.

"That doesn't seem to be the case," Myndentan muttered, feeling something different from his companions. "His second magical form seems to have a conscience. That's its thing, for sure."

"So it's an arrogant Magic Gem... Tsk, dealing with such essences is always complicated."

"Is that all you want, human?" the first of the four dragons asked.

"That would be enough for me, senior," Vicente replied with anticipation, not knowing what to expect.

"In that case, prepare for yourself. You will see what you want, but there will be a price. Remember, your soul will be marked by this debt to the Dragon Tribe."

The four dragons positioned themselves identically, their bodies glowing brighter and brighter until they exploded.

Vicente tried to protect himself by raising his arms in front of his face as he felt powerful gusts of wind and mana pass through his body.

Three seconds later, his surroundings changed noticeably, once again showing him an unfamiliar but extremely real terrain, as if he was really in that place, a dark and misty valley.

Ka-boom!

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder sounded behind Vicente, causing him to turn and look in the direction where the purple flash had come from.

Then, as if in a chain reaction, all the mana up to a few kilometers from where the lightning had struck began to move, attracted by something.

Vicente watched with narrowed eyes, feeling a terrible sensation, the sensation of a natural pentagram forming.

As he moved closer to the spot in question, he saw something appear out of nowhere, with the surrounding elements, along with the mana, condensing an essence into the shape of a pentagram.

At first, it glowed red, but then it turned orange, yellow, and then green. When it reached that color, it looked like it was going to stop moving forward, but another bolt of lightning came down from the sky and struck it, making it turn cyan!

'Is that how a pentagram is formed?' It impressed Vicente.

But he didn't get carried away. After a second of admiring the formation of the pentagram, he turned his attention to the surroundings of the area, keeping in mind what the area looked like.

'This... A cloudy, mana-rich wasteland. The elements of the Dark Path are extremely strong here. Don't tell me this is The Ivory Desert?'

He swallowed his saliva at this thought, which meant he would have to venture close to the home of the vampires.

'When will this happen? Has it already happened?' He glanced around, looking for signs of the passage of time.

'I can't say how soon it will happen. But since the dragons are showing it to me, it must be something from the future. A pentagram in this area wouldn't last...'

He was thinking when he suddenly saw a group of vampires in the distance, led by a High-level Paragon.

At that moment, as he opened his eyes wide, his surroundings changed and the Divine Dragon Matrix led him to another place.

As soon as he reached another area, one that was completely different, less negative and with some green here and there, he felt like he was going to vomit while his heart beat differently.

'What happened?' he asked himself as he fell to his knees.

But when he tried to talk to Torne, he felt the ghost was in a deep sleep, completely inaccessible.

Turning his focus to his soul, he felt a dragon symbol appear on it, as if it were a tattoo, a mark of his commitment.

'Is this my debt?' He felt a powerful force coming from it, something like a commitment that would force him to pay his debt sometime.

But as he thought this, kneeling on the ground and weakened, he heard a terrible voice, loaded with malice and murderous intent.

"Vicente Fuller, I presume. We meet at last."

Hearing these words, Vicente looked ahead and saw a man 2.2 meters tall, well built, probably over 150 kilos, with large teeth in his mouth, now set in a malicious smile.

His armor was adorned with various symbols of death, including human skulls and chains. His red and black cape matched his blood-red eyes, but also his macabre 6th stage aura.

Vicente had never seen this being before in his life, but the moment he did, he identified the person.

"Demien Bloodthorne!"