Memory fragment-3

3rd POV

Again Kenta was summoned into the same hollow space without a warning.

" Again. Why I am summoned here without a logical reason " Kenta has questioned whatever the voice summoned

" YoU BeInG SuMmOnEd HeRe dePends uPon how CLOSER you aRe to the TRUTH." The regal voice replied

" Everything seems nonsensical to me." Kenta

"Getting amnesia all of the sudden. my place here. Why am I so emotionless? There are so many questions without any valid reasons " Kenta questioned the voice

Events happening around Kenta made him question the order of the world. He didn't know what was happening in the world anymore. He has decided to follow the rules of this world for a short time. But he wanted some answers from the voice

"Who am I? why am I so powerful? "

"What exactly did I do in my past to earn such powers ? " Kenta asked the voice

The voice took a gap for a while and answered.

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"YOu aRen't JuSt a sImPle sCieNtiSt. YoU are KeNta KiYosHi " The voice replied

"The MaN who is the FouNder and LEaDer of organized crime. The Anarchy. " The voice replied

"The cult whose goal is control of the world" The voice replied

Kenta is beyond surprised to see what the voice is saying. Kenta required valid proof before he could trust the voice words.

"And why should I trust you?" Kenta replied honestly.

Kenta wanted to check what was the truth. So he risked attempting some unknown trials which could possibly cripple him.

"YoU WiLL KnOw OnCe YoU Get YoUr MeMoRy BacK " The voice replied in a regal tone.

Kenta has pulled into the void again. And a flood of memory hit him. Making him remember some memories.

<In a dark bungalow. Baker's street>

"So? Any idea who should fall tonight?" The Godfather leans back in his chair, drinking some royal tea amongst his accomplices.

"The man on 5th Avenue, the one with the limp. He's our Investigator. He's the one we should take out." The Consigliere speaks up.

The Godfather nods his head slowly and then glances towards the two men sitting on his right. One's hands are scarred, burned by the acid he uses.

The other has a revolver strapped to his waist. Both men glance at each other and then look back towards the Godfather.

"Then it's done," the Godfather says, removing the cigar from his mouth and pressing its end into a small portrait of the Investigator. He spends the rest of the night brooding over the table of the remaining portraits.

Suddenly, a knock is heard at his door. He stands up, covering the portraits and paperwork. He opens the door, and there stands the Sheriff. Known as a well-established mathematician, he answers the sheriff's probing questions, shakes his hand, and sends him on his way. As he goes back to his chair, gunshots ring out at 5th Avenue, and a satisfied smile spreads across the Godfather's face

"It is so easy. An organized crime is just full of deception and influence. " The godfather exclaimed

"Kenta, I don't think the organization is that important. We should take more flexibility and let our members work more freely, " The farmer exclaimed.

"Akira I don't think that's a good idea. There are some people who may be indecisive. We need a proper plan before we strike " The godfather told The framer.

The framer is good at linking the wrong people to the crime. Dragging the sheriff away from the mafia's secrets.

"I think we should do more than just organized crime. We should take this to the next level " The godfather told everyone.

"We probably should meet the new guy next. I know a man who got my attention. Did anyone watch the news yesterday? " The Consigliere raised it.

"Another person who has information, that has information we can use, "The blackmailer said with a cold and intimidating tone in his voice.

A child that was never meant to talk throughout his whole life. A child that sits in a corner, waiting, and listening for any slight noise in his vicinity. He crouches when he hears voices nearby. Then, hears the words needed to make his plan go into action.

It could be either past history, scandals, or hidden secrets. Then the ability to control what is needed to help him win; no matter the risk. This allows his true ability to show his conspiring intentions of bestowing upon the hush-hush tactic against his foes. To use whatever dirt needed to make his foes fall upon their knees in silence. This can be continuous for days or as short as he needs it to be. This is the true ability to conquer the foe. The foes thought that his ability was pointless and useless throughout the town.

"So when are we going to meet him, " The godfather asked the group.

"We should be careful. He is like a serial killer who will stab anyone that has entered his house " The consort sighed while she was smoking a cigarette.

"Clara, we make sure we are on the guard. Just watch yourselves and pick up some weapons but don't fire unnecessarily. " The godfather declared.

"So how should I dress up? " The disguise raised a point questioning her role.

"Maybe you should come up without any clothes, " The blackmailer suggested.

" *sigh* Another day to clean. I should probably look for a toilet cleaner job. " The mafia's janitor sighed.

"That's if we kill him John '' The Assassin replied, loading a gun and picking up a knife.

<MEETING THE INTERESTING GUY >

It was a cold room, distant from the rest of the world. Cigar smoke is abundant in the air, the translucent substance masking two figures sitting across from one another.

"You seek me, and you have found me, what's more before I could find you. I'm rather impressed." Vocalized an Italian man, puffing on a cigar, he drew it down to an ashtray and relieved it of its duties. It had fulfilled its purpose; much like every goon and mafioso in the past had for him. "I was unsure of who else I could seek. Truth is," the figure smiles menacingly

"When I broke out, my urge to kill was too much for me to control. Who better than The Godfather?" Mused a raspy voice, the smile enduring through the comment.

Utter silence filled the room, and the smoke began to dissipate. The Godfather rolls his tongue around in his mouth before speaking rest assuringly, "Very well Mr. Serial Killer, I'm a family man. I'll take care of you, but in return, I ask for one thing."

The Serial Killer's smile widened, "Oh?"

He asked faintly, "That you treat this family, as they are, family, more so than even your own, capisce?" Replied the man across from him, a serious look on his face.

The Serial Killer shrugged, "My family died, I killed them, but I can assure you that won't happen. So long, you keep me... 'Occupied.'" Said the Serial Killer in return.

"I have trauma and bad feelings regarding this, " The consort said in fear. Her legs are shaking and she wanted to be away from him as far as possible

A grim smirk formed across The Godfather's face, and he leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the table between the two; placing a cigar in his mouth, and lighting it, the male spoke, though gibberish in sounding, still audible, "I have the perfect place for you, my friend,"

he continued on, shifting the cigar away from his lips,

"And I think you will fulfill its purpose rather well." The words echoed in the back of the Serial Killer's mind, as he leaped from the bushes tackling a nosy Lookout, digging his knife into the unsuspecting victim's chest countless times. A crazed look filled the murderer's eyes, as he laughed admiring his victim's demise.

"Only those who admire you from a distance will know, my sweet Ambusher." The Godfather watched from afar, a satisfied grin on his face.

"James Ashford. At your service. A pleasure to kill with you " The ambusher smiled with a sinister grin.

"Ray, I feel scared looking at him, " The janitor said hiding behind the assassin.

"John he can't kill you in front of us " The assassin tried his best to comfort him.

"Holy shit. He is crazy and that's coming from me. " The framer sighed

"Akira I don't think he would attack us for now. " The poisoner of Organized crime signed.

"Hera. Not everyone is as calm as you. So be silent. Such an ugly scene, truly disappointing to see " The blackmailer replied with a disgusted expression.

"Augeston, Hera enough. Let's welcome the new member of our family. James Ashford the Ambusher. " Godfather declared

"More like James the serial killer. But anyway nice to see fellow sadists here " The farmer replied with a smile on his face.

"As usual I am forgotten here. " The disguised sighed.

The mafia cheered and celebrated finding the new member of their family. While being aware of how dangerous James can be. They respected him with open arms as they took the risk.

<BACK TO THE PRESENT>

Kenta POV

A lot of memories hit my brain like an endless ocean.

I finally figured out my true identity. My true goal. The truth about my past.

Mathematics is a part of the sciences.

I wouldn't call myself a genius scientist. I am more of a dictator and a simple mathematician.

The people in my area proclaim me as a genius. But I don't care how they see me now. All I care about is how much influence and control I have in this world.

Let's make the whole fear my strength and let's finish the goal I have fixed.

This world needs a mathematical order. The god here is fake and needs to be eradicated.