[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra":3,"chapter-as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-106":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},154884,290,"Chapter 106: Outer Region Bloodbath III","as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>Damian pushed open the door to the Iron Barrel pub, and the music immediately washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some ancient rock song was playing from speakers mounted in the corners, the bass thumping rhythmically, completely at odds with the carnage he’d just committed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main room of the pub was surprisingly crowded despite the late hour and terrible weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Criminals, lowlifes, dealers, enforcers from various small-time operations all drinking, smoking, playing cards, conducting business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of people who thrived in the grey areas of society where laws were suggestions and violence was currency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian’s entrance didn’t immediately draw attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just another blood-soaked figure walking into a criminal establishment. Not exactly unusual in the Outer Region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then someone actually looked at him properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saw the amount of blood covering him. Saw Kuro perched on his shoulder with gore dripping from his beak. Saw the completely empty, cold expression in those crimson eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit, who’s this kid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearest table of card players stopped their game, hands drifting toward concealed weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian didn’t acknowledge them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked calmly to the bar, his boots leaving bloody footprints on the floor, and grabbed an unopened bottle of whiskey from the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender, a grizzled old man who’d seen everything the criminal world had to offer, opened his mouth to protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One look at Damian’s face made him close it again and take a step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian twisted the cap off and took a long drink straight from the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to face the room, the music still pounding in the background, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone who works for Viktor Slade, Chen Wei, Maria Cortez, Dmitri Volkov, or David Lorenzo has exactly ten seconds to leave this building through the front door.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried easily despite not being raised, cutting through the music and ambient noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ten. Nine. Eight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room erupted into motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people bolted for the exit immediately, smart enough to recognize a threat when they saw one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others hesitated, looking to their companions for guidance, unsure if this was a serious threat or just some crazy kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seven. Six. Five.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More movement now, the smarter ones dragging the slower ones toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Four. Three. Two.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About half the room had cleared out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining twenty or so people were either too drunk to process what was happening, too proud to run from a teenager, or genuinely didn’t work for any of the five targeted organizations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian set the bottle down on the nearest table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wrong choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closest man, a heavyset enforcer with a scarred face, tried to draw his gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian grabbed the bottle he’d just set down and swung it like a club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass connected with the man’s temple with a wetcrack, shattering on impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood and whiskey mixed as the enforcer dropped, his skull fractured, whiskey pouring into the open wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman lunged at Damian from behind with a knife, her movements enhanced by D- rank speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuro launched from Damian’s shoulder, his small body transforming mid-flight into something larger, more predatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raven’s talons caught her face, claws digging deep into eye sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She screamed as Kuro ripped backward, taking her eyes with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman collapsed, clutching her ruined face, blood pouring between her fingers as she shrieked in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three men rushed Damian simultaneously from different angles, clearly experienced in coordinated attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian’s telekinesis activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chairs, bottles, glasses, anything not nailed down in the immediate area suddenly became projectiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man took a chair to the chest with enough force to shatter his sternum. He went down gasping, unable to breathe, ribs punctured through his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another caught a whiskey bottle directly in the face, the glass exploding on impact, shards embedding in his flesh like shrapnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third made it close enough to actually throw a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian caught his fist mid-swing, twisted the arm until the elbow joint bent backward with a nauseatingpop, then drove his own fist into the man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s trachea collapsed as his eyes bulged as he clawed desperately at his throat, trying to draw air that wouldn’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ulugh...glug...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian released him and he fell to his knees, slowly suffocating, making horrible wet gasping sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender had pulled out a shotgun from beneath the counter, his hands shaking as he aimed it at Damian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get the fuck out of my bar, kid, or I swear to God I’ll–\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian’s hand shot out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telekinesis ripped the shotgun from the bartender’s grip and sent it flying across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the same invisible force grabbed the bartender himself and slammed him face-first into his own bar counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once... Twice... Three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden surface cracked on the third impact, splinters mixing with blood and teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender slumped unconscious, his face completely destroyed, nose broken, jaw dislocated, several teeth embedded in the wood where his face had struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two enforcers tried to escape through the back exit, having finally recognized that staying was suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian grabbed a metal pipe that had been serving as a makeshift curtain rod and hurled it like a javelin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THWUCK\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pipe flew straight and true, entering through one enforcer’s lower back and emerging from his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man looked down at the metal rod protruding from his body in shock, blood already soaking his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to pull it out, his hands slipping on the blood-slick surface, before his legs gave out and he collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second enforcer made it to the back door and actually got it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuro was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raven, now grown to the size of a large dog, crashed into the man from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His impossible jaws opened wide and closed around the enforcer’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRUNCH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skull collapsed like an eggshell between Kuro’s beak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brain matter and bone fragments scattered across the floor as the headless body twitched and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dealer who’d been hiding under a table tried to crawl toward the exit, whimpering in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian walked over calmly and grabbed him by the ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, please, I’m nobody, I just sell to these guys, I’m not part of any organization, please–\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian dragged him back across the floor, the man’s fingernails breaking as he tried to claw at the wooden boards for purchase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a support beam in the middle of the room, thick and sturdy, holding up the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian grabbed the man’s head with both hands and drove it into the beam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact made a hollowthunksound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man groaned, dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian did it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each impact harder than the last, the beam developing a dark red stain where the head kept connecting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the tenth impact, the skull had cracked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the fifteenth, the man had stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the twentieth, there was barely anything recognizable as a head anymore, just a pulped mess of blood, bone, and brain matter smeared across the beam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian released the body and let it crumple to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>",1180,"2026-05-29T04:31:49.425Z","2026-06-01T04:29:09.863Z",1,"novelbin.me","e6bd925c4546c1929238636a0f34d9f522baa212d368c6755a97183abcf18e18","as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-107","as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-105",318,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fas-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-cover.jpg"]