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Salvie passes away by a hit by the very people she blackmailed exploited and controlled. She finds herself in a Game of the gods in a universe with a system, in a competition that was randomized based on her personality. Watch with the gods as they entertain us for our amusement. Warning the first few chapters are a bit rough since I had just started writing for the first time. Please Enjoy. The image is not my own and will take down if asked. Support me and my works at www.Patreon.com/Madjic
Crimson blood flows cold, seeping in on dark moonlit alleyway snow in the crevices.
Two men stand above young female bleeding out dead bodies behind them litter the rest of the alleyway. The snow turning red throughout the alley. The men look at each other with relief.
"That took too much effort to get her." the first male says, glad that the job was over with.
"We are not done yet. She is still alive somehow. We double-tap this bitch." The men were frightened of the girl on the ground, no doubt about that.
The Female on the ground looks at them with no fear on her face looking at two of her numerous murderers. She did her best and took as many as she could with her. She always was told she was a prodigy that nothing she wanted to do was out of her reach.
She graduated from high school and never looked towards furthering her education in schools. Those left paper trails, and she knew what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted power, not the made-up power that the elected had. She wanted strength over everything, Deadly Power. The type mob bosses posses, and she worked her way to that. She was a cold bitch that controlled everything in her life down to the letter.
It took years of work to develop the networks in her first city and outside it. she created networks for drugs, espionage for companies. She extorted people with blackmailed. If it was illegal, she did it. After three years, she had her first city completely under her thumb. Every "Elected official" was there because she said they could. Every store paid her protection from the only crime there, Hers. She developed her Mob to the point that she had to expand.
Gang wars ensued, she fought alongside associates and gangsters made alliances, betrayals, deals, and the list goes on. For eight years, she fought, took control of her first province, and was expanding to the rest of the country. She was nearing the end when the government, mostly under her thumb, with the citizens pushing towards reform, started to get out of control. Instead of paying her, they hired a hit on her.
The squad ambushed her immediately as she left one of her favorite nightclubs. It was a blind ambush by over forty men with guns. Caught surprised and on the wrong foot. Her bodyguards, her most manipulated and loyal ones, took the brunt of the surprise. They bought her time to grab cover. The shootout lasted for all of 5 minutes as she fired back, but a grenade landed beside her. She quickly picked it up and tossed it back when five bullets hit her as she briefly exposed herself.
Now lying in her blood looking at the two men above her, she realized she had regrets.
She had never finished what she originally set out to do. She never became a queen over her domain. She was a failure in the end, so close to success, but she never got what she aspired to be.
Powerful.
"Fuck all of you," She muttered, barely audible to the two men standing above her.
She craved power over all else in this world. They wouldn't give it to her, and she fell short. She craved more. Now at the end, with a man holding a freshly reloaded gun, she realized that only if she had real power, this would this not have happened.
"Goodbye Bitch May hell keep you for eternity" Automatic gunfire sounded, and her thoughts became no more.
