Lucifer Carlos?

At the end of Oceanic Era 1497.

Southern West Sea, Iron Island. The blazing sun hung high in a cloudless sky. The sea breeze was gentle, blue waves rolled endlessly, and seagulls cried in succession.

On the eastern side of Iron Island, the sound of crashing waves rang without end. A young man in a black suit lay on the grass, wearing black sunglasses and chewing on a fresh green blade of grass. With one leg crossed over the other, his dark eyes hidden behind the lenses, he stared blankly at the sky...

My name was Lucifer Carlos, and I was a subordinate leader under the Mafia's Mike Family, one of Iron Island's three major powers.

The Mike Family was one of the affiliated families of the John Family, one of the Five Mafia Families of the West Sea. This Mafia family wielded considerable influence on Iron Island and stood alongside the Navy's Iron Island Branch and the Steel Self-Defense Force as one of the island's three major powers.

The Steel Self-Defense Force answered to the Lord of Iron City. It was a local force whose primary duty was to maintain order on Iron Island and protect the interests of local officials and residents.

The Navy's Iron Island Branch did not interfere in Iron Island's daily administration. Its primary responsibility was combating the Pirates around the island.

This island was called Iron Island because it contained abundant iron ore deposits. The value of iron went without saying, and the enormous profits had drawn all sorts of forces to covet a share!

As the young man gazed at the sky, his thoughts drifted away, gradually returning to the past...

In truth, he was not from this world. He came from Earth, and his original name... his original name was somewhat embarrassing...

His original name was Chou Xiao Chi...

When he was born, Hong Kong gambling movies were all the rage. Since his surname was Chou, his father named him Chou Xiao Chi...

That name later on... later on... later on, it was better left unsaid. In short, it had caused him quite a few problems and filled him with overwhelming shame!

As for how he came to this world, that was a long story.

Ever since he was young, he had loved martial arts. He enjoyed all kinds of action movies, wuxia films, wuxia novels, hot-blooded manga, and the like. In short, as long as it involved fighting, he liked it.

He had been mischievous from childhood and loved fighting with his friends. Sometimes, when excitement got to him and his blood started boiling, he could not control himself and would beat his friends until their noses bled...

Because of that, he had taken many beatings from his parents as a child. Yet he never learned his lesson and would still throw down whenever the moment called for it...

His parents had no choice but to spend money and call in favors to send him to Shaolin Temple for training, intending to properly temper their son's personality and disposition.

There were four people in his family. Besides him, he had an older brother whose personality was the complete opposite of his—quiet and refined, with a love for reading.

The two brothers had completely opposite personalities. One was literary, the other martial.

After arriving at Shaolin Temple, he was terribly unaccustomed to it at first. He woke earlier than chickens and slept later than dogs, and he threw plenty of tantrums. However, after receiving a harsh lesson from reality, he quieted down.

Later, he gradually got used to it. After all, he had not come to Shaolin Temple to waste his days, but to truly learn martial arts. Aside from foundational training, he mainly practiced the Golden Bell Shield and Eagle Claw Technique. He trained like that for fifteen years!

At Shaolin Temple, there were cultural classes in addition to martial arts training. His parents had specifically paid for someone to teach him so he could attend university in the future. Every day, he studied literature and martial arts. His life was truly fulfilling.

After finishing a full day of that, he wanted to do nothing but sleep.

Fifteen years later, his Eagle Claw Technique and Golden Bell Shield had reached perfection. There was no one in Shaolin Temple, or even all of China, who was stronger than him.

So, he came down the mountain and took the local college entrance examination. Tsk tsk... the exam papers in HEN Province were truly brutal. Even with his academic attainments, he had only barely gotten into an undergraduate university.

After graduating from university, he opened a martial arts school. He continued training every day to maintain his condition, all the way until he was twenty-five, during the Spring Festival of 2019.

He drove home for the New Year. Perhaps it was bad luck, perhaps it was fate. A torrential downpour suddenly began that night, with flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder. The road was almost impossible to see through the rain, so he pulled over for safety, intending to leave once the rain eased.

He played music in the car and listened to a song called "Brushed Past You in This Life" while using his phone. Then the world suddenly turned white, bright as day. He heard an earth-shattering clap of thunder so loud it deafened him, and then he knew nothing more. When he woke up, he was already in this world...

Even now, he felt lingering fear when he thought about why he had transmigrated into this world...

Fortunately, his phone wallpaper had been One Piece rather than Teletubbies. If it had been Teletubbies and he had transmigrated there, what the hell would he have done...

Just imagine it: a grown man overflowing with hormones turning into a childish, adorable Teletubby. The thought alone sent chills down his spine and made him want to die of shame!

He had actually been in this world for nearly five years already. In Oceanic Era 1493, he had transmigrated into the body of a ten-year-old boy named Lucifer Carlos. This year, he was fifteen.

When he arrived, the original owner of the body had been living miserably. He had gotten into a fight and been beaten to death.

After merging with the original host's memories, he understood the original host's experiences very well.

Before the age of ten, Carlos had lived a fairly happy life. His parents were not important figures, but they did have some status. Both of them were managers in a merchant association, and their annual income allowed the family to live quite comfortably.

However, misfortune struck without warning. While transporting important goods for the merchant association, the association's cargo ship was targeted by several groups of Pirates. The association's escort ships resisted bravely, buying some time for the ship carrying his parents to escape.

However, due to the disparity in numbers and strength, they could not hold out for long. The Pirate Ships chased and intercepted them from behind. In the end, panic caused the ship to stray from its route, and it struck a reef while traveling at full speed.

By the time the Pirate Ships arrived, the vessel had already sunk halfway. Apart from a few important figures aboard the merchant ship, everyone else had drowned. His parents were middle-ranking members of the merchant association rather than high-ranking ones, so they naturally died as well.

Without his parents to rely on, the compensation money was already limited because the merchant association had suffered heavy losses. After layer upon layer of embezzlement, very little reached Carlos.

It did not last long before he spent it all. Later, even his house was squeezed out of his hands, and the money he received for it was pitifully small.

Carlos had not exactly been pampered, but he had never suffered much hardship growing up. He knew how to do nothing, and no one would hire someone so young. Tragically, he never encountered any kind-hearted people either. To survive, he could only turn to stealing and petty theft, gradually becoming a street punk who went hungry one meal and full the next.

One night five years ago, the food he had finally managed to steal was snatched away by other punks. In a fit of rage, he rushed forward to fight them, was severely injured by the more numerous punks, and ultimately died from his wounds.

When he arrived, his body was thin and yellow-faced from malnutrition. His clothes were filthy, and he did not even have a basic place to live. His circumstances could not have been more miserable!

To escape that predicament, he spent a full three months using every means possible just to secure basic shelter and enough food and clothing. After that came four years of training, during which he picked up the martial arts he had practiced in his previous life.

This world differed greatly from Earth, especially in terms of physical fitness. Not to mention the monsters of the New World, the various strange and powerful races, or the systematically trained elite Marines—even ordinary people here possessed physiques that could not compare to those on Earth.

On Earth, Chou Xiao Chi had spent fifteen full years mastering martial arts such as the Eagle Claw Technique and Golden Bell Shield, despite having practiced martial arts since childhood. Yet in this world, he needed only four years to recover the level he had reached in his previous life!

Ordinary people wielding swords could no longer hurt him at all. However, he still could not withstand bullets, no matter what kind of gun fired them. If one struck a vital spot, he would still die.

More than four years later, he joined the Mafia.

It was not because he admired or had any favorable impression of such an organization. He had merely done it to fulfill the original host's wish.

Having endured endless bullying and hardship, little Carlos saw Mafia members in neat suits, armed with guns and swords, acting imperious and invincible before the street punks. The punks would bow and scrape, trembling in fear. To avoid being bullied, becoming a Mafia member became his dream!

After becoming a Mafia Member, he rose from the lowest-ranking outer member through his exceptional fighting skills and ruthless, cunning methods. In just half a year, he became a subordinate leader, managing fifty underlings.

On Iron Island, he could be considered a notable figure, having surpassed the original host's former dream!

Only then did he gain flawless control over this body and become the new Lucifer Carlos!

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