The money Father Pucci had earned while working for the Flame Chasers had reached your hands. Looking at the enormous sum, you knew you would not have to worry about the sanatorium's expenses for some time.
After Father Pucci's death, some people left the sanatorium, undoubtedly adding greatly to your burden.
What was more, after Twilight Town learned of Father Pucci's death, it began targeting the sanatorium.
You knew you needed to increase your combat strength to protect the sanatorium, but you did not want to use the arrow on filthy vermin.
Now Vill-V was no longer in Twilight Town, and Chiyou was still letting blood in some village.
So you could only act yourself.
Over the next few days, you continuously created DISC that could issue mental commands, then had White Snake place them into the leaders of several gangs in Twilight Town.
Though the process had been somewhat complicated, White Snake's twenty-meter range ensured that all the DISC were installed without incident in the end.
Afterward, every gang in Twilight Town knew that they were working for you, Father Pucci.
Some refused to accept it. Why did they have to work for a sixteen-year-old brat?
You were very understanding. For those who had such thoughts, you naturally chose to send them to heaven.
At eighteen, you had completely taken control of Twilight Town, becoming the Underground Emperor in name and fact.
You regularly collected tribute from the gangs, expanding and renovating the sanatorium.
Of course, only those who lived in the shadows knew of your existence. Few people in the open knew of your identity as the Underground Emperor; they only knew you as Father Pucci.
Of course, Apponia had come to ask you where the money came from.
You fabricated a story that the deceased Father Pucci