In A Parallel World With Random Skills, I Reluctantly Become A Mafia Boss?

Chapter 9: Status

  "Here's your grub."

The gruff jail warden said as he roughly placed a piece of bread and a clay glass-shaped container half-filled with water through the opening at the place where the iron bars intersect in the middle.

There was a little wooden plank installed inside, just big enough to hold the food in place. After he finished distributing 'dinner' to the inmates, He hurriedly left, grumbling down the stairs about how he was going to drink at the bar tonight.

After confirming that no one was still walking around, I stood up, walked towards the place where the wooden plank was placed, took the bread and water, and went back to the side of the wall to sit back down. I tried to break a piece off from the bread but it seemed that my strength wasn't enough to break it.

When I tried to bite it off with my teeth, I found that my teeth almost broke due to how hard the bread was. It wasn't like the soft, fluffy bread I had taken for granted back home. It's color was an ominous black, instead of a bright, golden brown. I wanted to shout at the one who made this, saying that this wasn't how you make bread.

But alas, I could only bite down and slowly chew it until my saliva softened it somewhat, just enough for me to swallow. Albeit bland, it wasn't that disgusting, so I finished it in mere seconds. I washed it all down with the lukewarm water they gave me with it. It just goes to show you how harsh they treat prisoners here.

Finishing the meal, I look upwards. The slight rays of moonlight just barely seep through the gaps of the small opening to the outside world, and touches the stone floor at the center of the cell. This was the time, I had to do it.

No, I'm not talking about breaking out right this second. That was just simple-minded thinking. I still had to gather information first. But before that, I had to find out everything about my current self. My strengths, my weaknesses, my skills, and my capabilities. There is also the letter I have yet to finish reading, and this mysterious ring.

Putting that aside for now, let's activate the 'Lord of the Night' skill. If I remember correctly, I invoked it by accident when I decided to fight against that giant panther. So taking that as a basis, let's try gathering strength, as if I was preparing for a brawl. Soon enough, I started to feel a tingling sensation..

I could feel my body growing hot. My blood was boiling. And yet, my heart and mind was cooling down, akin to being frozen, encased in ice. This process was slow, but I could surely feel the strength gathering in my chest.

In the next moment, that immense power seemed to not contain itself fully and it started spreading outwards. I had trouble controlling it, in order to know how much I could work with. Feeling that power was flowing through my nerves, and mysterious energy was gushing within my veins, enhancing my arms, legs, and muscles.

But the strangest thing out of all the things happening right now, was that the inner strength still kept increasing over time. It seemed that it was limitless. Like there was a geyser of water spurting out of a crack on the ground, and instead of stopping, the crack slowly grew wider, letting the water grow larger as time passed.