From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 57: Brotherhood

New York, Rikers Island Prison, an island prison located between Queens and the Bronx.

This prison is notorious for its chaotic management, with all kinds of incidents constantly emerging, and it houses an especially large population—during peak periods, it even held over ten thousand inmates!

Precisely because of this, the population here is particularly unstable, often exhibiting extremely exaggerated violent behavior.

Some people even set themselves on fire, just to experience that euphoric feeling.

Madness is the synonym here, and terrible desires are the passport!

Like right now:

Several hundred inmates wearing orange-red prison uniforms are charging against the defense line set up by the prison guards in front of them. Of course, they aren't actually carrying out any large-scale attack activity, but are "protesting!"

"We want sufficient food!"

"We want adequate rest time!"

"We want televisions, entertainment facilities, cigarettes, and alcohol!""We just made mistakes, but we're human too! We want sufficient human rights!"

They shout and yell, the guards resist, and some reporters around are filming this scene.

Soon, the reporters leave by car, and the guards immediately put down their riot shields, picking up their batons instead. "Alright, the performance is over. Every participant can get two cigarettes before bedtime!"

"Now, return to your work stations! If anyone runs around, I'll make sure they learn what it feels like to have a baton shoved deep up their own ass!"

With these words, the prisoners immediately scatter like birds and beasts.

Of course, some don't scatter.

They are the ones with tattoos, gathered in larger groups. The guards pretend not to see them, driving away the remaining people before leaving the square.

Soon, only these groups remain in the square. They watch until the guards are far away, then retrieve a series of "tools" from various clever hiding spots, starting to enjoy them in small groups.

These tools are certainly nothing proper, but in the hands of established gangs, they're quite common.

Even prison has its own systems and drug trade, and the guards are often part of this system!

Before long, they've sunk into a intoxicated state, lying on the square, quietly enjoying themselves.

Only one person sits on the square too, at the highest point upwind, not participating in this "party."

"Leon, you're being a bit unsociable!" A man smoking a cigarette comes up to him. "If you don't want weed, how about a cigarette?"

Seeing who it is, Leon smiles. "I wouldn't dare take from others, but since it's from you, I've got to try it no matter what!"

The man sits down beside him, and the two chat aimlessly about meaningless topics.

But as the cigarette finishes, Leon turns to face him, and the man's expression gradually changes. "I never thought the family would send you to execute me!"

"There is no family anymore, Borat Jones!" Leon says, his sleeve aimed at the man in front of him. "In the three months since you betrayed the family for profit and hid in this prison, the family business has been destroyed. Everyone is dead."

Hearing this, Borat laughs. "You deserved it! Drug business is so profitable, smuggling is so profitable, but you wouldn't do it! You insisted on selling alcohol, selling cigarettes, becoming politicians, investing in companies!"

"Is this what our mafia should be doing? We should walk in darkness, earn that money! Not like you, thinking about going legitimate!"

"Leon, we're mafia, born with criminal genes!"

The man continues passionately, "Now that the family is gone, why follow those ancient, outdated rules? Come work with me instead, I guarantee you'll earn fifty thousand dollars on your first day!"

"I know you never touched the family business, you're a good guy, but mafia is mafia! Even if you don't touch these things, you can't wash yourself clean!"

His face is full of fanaticism and confidence, seemingly unconcerned about the other's refusal.

Borat knows Leon is a "good man," someone who shouldn't have been born into a mafia family. He's never even killed anyone, so how could he possibly take action against him?

Hearing Borat's words, Leon's expression remains unchanged. He simply raises his sleeve, and a sleeve arrow shoots out, piercing through Borat's throat.

The man's eyes widen, staring fixedly at Leon. He never imagined that his childhood friend would actually dare to kill him in front of so many people. Isn't he afraid of dying?

Leon walks past him, speaking ancient vows in Italian:

"Family Rule One: Blood bonds, every family member is family, cannot betray family, otherwise the soul will fall into hell forever!"

"Family Rule Two: Code of silence, family members must strictly keep family secrets, must not inform!"

"Family Rule Three: Blood debt must be paid in blood, every family traitor will be executed by designated personnel!"

"Now, execution complete!"

The young Italian watches until Borat dies before stopping.

In front of him, these gang members have stood up. Having witnessed their "boss's" death, they appear particularly enraged.

Leon doesn't care at all, instead looking at them very calmly. "Our enterprise has ended. I am the last one!"

The mafia never calls themselves mafia—they consider it their collective enterprise. And now, with no people left, the enterprise naturally ends.

The gang members charge forward, stabbing knives into his chest, then second stab, third stab...

As these knives pierce his chest, a stone hanging from Leon's neck swings randomly, stained with his heart's blood.

Soon, the gang members carry their boss away from the square, leaving only the completely lifeless Leon lying on the spot.

Beside him, a man slowly emerges.

"Tsk, I was just planning to randomly find someone who caught my eye in the prison. Never thought I'd coincidentally witness such a dramatic scene!" Bai Yang looks at this man named Leon, saying cheerfully, "Family rules, code of silence... mafia member, quite interesting!"

"Since you're already dead, and your identity has dissipated, why don't we try a different approach?"

He places his hand on Leon's forehead, sensing the other's memories, considering arrangements for the person before him.

Clearly, sending dreams is a good idea—not only saving Wish Force but also having significant effect.

"Let me see what identity I should give you... Best if it can connect with previous elements... Ah, I've got it!" Bai Yang's eyes light up.

...

Leon feels like he's having a dream. In the dream, he's no longer a mafia enforcer, but becomes a participant in a massive procession.

It's an exaggeratedly large procession, escorted by knights wearing bright silver armor, holding two-handed swords and lances, and he is just an insignificant part of this enormous procession.

But soon, this procession gets caught up with.

No, what's pursuing them aren't people at all, but a group of strange creatures!

Their skin is redder than burning coal, their eyes darker than the blackest night. They catch up with the procession and engage in extremely bloody combat with the knights!

These knights possess powerful strength, their bodies even glowing with light and flames, yet they still fall into disadvantage fighting the monsters.

During this combat, the knight squad starts shouting: "Take them and run quickly! More demons will catch up from behind!"

Hearing these words, Leon feels something being stuffed into his arms, then follows a group of people wearing white robes, hastily fleeing toward the mountains.

This running continues for who knows how many years, until these fleeing youths grow beards, become aged, before they slowly emerge from the mountains.

But the outside world has long changed beyond recognition, their stories have already turned into bubbles, nobody recognizes them, nobody knows them.

The leading elder gathers everyone, saying softly, "We don't know if demons still rampage, we don't know when angels will emerge from Heaven. To ensure the Church's final legacy isn't destroyed, we need to conceal our identities until the day the Holy Father returns to earth!"

"So, from now on, we are no longer the Religious Court, no longer the Knights Templar, no longer the Inquisition or the Sanctuary Council. We are—the Brotherhood!"