God of Crime: Strongest Mafia Boss

When they finished dressing up Adam with their expert hands, he found himself wearing a simple black-themed suit with a designer's brand, the branding embedded at the side of his cuffs, that was completely unknown to him.

|~S.K~|

The entire attire felt quite smooth and comfortable on his skin. He barely felt like he was wearing anything but the temperature of the room suddenly felt far warmer than before. He chalked that phenomenon up to the quality of the suit and also to him being almost naked until then.

'Surely, the suit didn't have something like a warming enchantment, right?' He idly thought along those lines when a certain maid of mischief broke his reverie with her praising voice.

"My, my…! What a strapping young man."

Aleksandra nodded in approval after watching the transformed Adam. The results were not super eye-catching but they had a certain beauty in their simplicity. Furthermore, those who truly knew about the brand would immediately notice that it was not a fake imitation as there was no one in the supernatural world that would dare to imitate the creations of 'that' person.

From the corner of her eyes, she could clearly see that the other two young maids had become quite smitten with Adam's looks as they hungrily gazed over all his features when they tended to him. But if she had to be honest, she couldn't really blame them for being like that.

She had to admit even to herself that only races like Elves, Vampires, or perhaps Succubi had such impressive charms as the boy before her did.

'As I thought. His body isn't normal.'

Beyond simply teasing the young man to her delight, the true reason she had wanted to help him wear the suit was in order to examine his body once again.

She hadn't paid much attention to him when they were bathing him. But now she was certain that his body was beyond what could be considered normal.

His muscles were perfect. His balance was absolutely perfect as well.

This should be impossible for someone like him. No human could have reached such a level of beauty and perfection. There would always be muscle groups that were stronger than the others depending on the fighting style, training, and natural physiology.

'Is he really human? Or was it the result of the blessings the god he prayed to had bestowed on him?'

She had seen the photo of the massacre Adam brought about with his powers and she also received first-hand information from Natasha.

Normally, witches or warlocks and their counterparts needed years of studying to understand the power bestowed upon them. As gods, spirits, and other Celestial Supernatural entities were quite stingy.

Devil summoners on the other hand could have power faster than their peers but they needed a great number of sacrifices for that.

None of this was applicable to Adam from what Natasha spoke of him. He allegedly only entered the Supernatural world a few days ago. So, how was it possible for him to attain his current level?

'So many contradictions.'

A body beyond what could be humanly possible even with years of training and fine-tuning.

A power that could not be obtained without great sacrifices or knowledge and experience.

A willingness to kill that was extremely surprising for someone who was completely normal only a few days ago. She almost started to consider the probability of the boy being a psychopath.

With no other thing to explain his bizarre circumstances, she briefly wondered if the true Adam had actually died and was possessed by another soul but that shouldn't be the case.

She had hunted those kinds of people many times throughout her life and she could always see and more importantly smell the aura of death around them.

Those people were just undead and their bodies would slowly decay until they completely rotted away.

'Such an interesting young man.'

Adam was hiding a secret. She was sure of it.

But as long as that secret wasn't detrimental to her Lady, she truly didn't care about it.

Everyone had secrets after all.

Her eyes bent into crescents as she clapped in delight…

"What do you think?"

"Well, I like it."

Adam felt quite good about his current appearance as he inspected himself in the mirror. He had never really been interested in branded clothes or items of such caliber. But he knew that clothes made the man in today's society.

"Heh. The suit is made with a material similar to Kevlar. Only far more supernatural in nature. The spiders are given condensed Prana every day and the best elixirs ever made. The results are what you have here. Honestly, even a shot at point-blank range from an assault rifle would only leave a trace on this suit. Its durability is top-notch."

Assault rifles could shoot bullets at 3 times the speed of sound. It was easy to imagine how much power they packed. Adam whistled when he realized that what he was wearing was basically the equivalent of armor.

Seeing his reaction, Aleksandra knew that at least Adam didn't seem to be related to a powerful group.

The |~S.K~| type made armors were rare and priceless for those at the lowest level of the hierarchy but for powerful Hunters it was a must-have piece of equipment.

It had also slowly transformed into a fashion trend as hunters discarded their bulky armor for more stylish clothes like this one.

Supernatural creatures didn't really need such clothes as they could even feel restricted sometimes. But having extra armor never hurt anyone.

'Well, the version that can conduct Prana for cladding is Military grade secret though.'

Even for them, it was very difficult to obtain such an item and there was no way she would give one to Adam, no matter how adoring she found him to be, as it was forbidden for non-authorized personnel to wear one.

The current version Adam wore was mainly used by politicians who could not awaken Prana but needed the extra protection just in case.

"Well then, shall we go? The young miss should be fidgeting quite a bit by now."

Adam nodded. Soon he would test the utility of his newly obtained skills.

———

Natasha was indeed feeling quite fidgety as she sat in the dining room and waited for Adam to come and join her.

Earlier, when the maids were bathing her, she noticed how they were putting extra care in the clothes they chose for her and even the perfumes and makeup they dolled her up with.

'Sigh. Why am I surrounded by so many meddlesome people?'

She blushed when she noticed the meaningful smile some of the maids were showing on their faces while standing in the corners of the room and fanned herself a little to get a hold of her gradually disorienting mind.

'Why is the room so hot?'

Natasha knew what was bothering her so. Adam seeing her naked wasn't much of a problem to her. She knew it was an accident and she wasn't such a prude that she would scream or hit him for something that was unintentional of him.

But…

'The oath I made…'

She had sworn that she would dedicate her life and everything she would have to Adam if they found each other in a next life.

But how the hell could she have guessed that he wasn't really dead? Now she was put in a very awkward situation because of her meddlesome tongue.

"Blyad!"

"Milady, your manners…! I am sure I taught you better."

Natasha unconsciously straightened her back when Aleksandra's reprimanding voice entered her ears. Even Pavlov in the flesh would be proud of this conditional reflex. [1]

This was normal. After all, with her parents generally occupied, the one who had always taken care of her was none other than Aleksandra herself.

She was her mother, a caring sister, best friend, and staunchest loyalist. For these reasons and many more she couldn't even hope to count, Natasha respected the woman greatly.

She was also the one who instilled manners in her and taught her how to fight. She would never forget the spankings she received as a kid whenever she would misbehave or say a swear word. Those were some really scary days for her.

[1]: Won't go into detail. Most people should know about Pavlov and Pavlov's dog. The funny thing is Ivan Pavlov is Russian. So yeah. Haha. The not-so-funny thing is that after experimenting with dogs, he supposedly experimented on orphaned children, involving drilling a hole in their cheeks and applying electric shocks, this was continued by his assistant Nikolay Krasnogorsky. I say supposedly because there is no proof. Perhaps it's just a legend to discredit him.

(AN: Physical discipline for children is a sensitive topic for many. I believe a spanking sometimes never hurt as the goal isn't to hurt the child but to teach him a lesson. Obviously, I have been subjected to some physical discipline by my mom. She had to be harsh since she was raising me alone and wished that I would grow into a good man. I believe she succeeded.

But I believe it isn't the solution miracle either. Excessive discipline will only make the child fear you or outright hate you in the future. So perhaps the best way is to avoid discipline altogether. Welp, I will think of it when I become a father.)