High-Class Mob

Chapter 1: Did Truck-sama send me? [New life as Colt Edgeworth]

Chapter 1: Did Truck-sama send me? [New life as Colt Edgeworth]

“Yep, this is not my face.”

Lying down on an unfamiliar bed, Leo observed himself with squinted eyes trying to make out what the hell was happening.

He observed his visage, body, and overall self through the mirror placed on the bed’s canopy and finally confirmed that all of it did not belong to him.

He pinched himself only to get hurt. He tried again, probing if the pain was simply not enough; he now bore a wound on his left thigh.

“It is real!” He thought of this situation as nothing but a dream, but he proved to be wrong. He was pretty sure that he fell asleep after a long night of drinking his sorrows away, but interestingly enough, he found himself in an odd and mysterious position.

“Did a flying truck came rushing to my flat when I was sleeping.”

After reading a lot of books in his life, Leo came across the myth that was Truck-sama.

With the ability to send anyone to another world with but a single hit was a myth and a joke on the vast internet world. You may die in that life, but you will become some kind of God-like protagonist who attracts women left and right in the next.

“If the Mythical Truck-sama is real, then it may be possible. I don’t know; however, anything is possible if it is that guy. But I-“

While in contemplation, he remembered something and gathered strength on his abdomen to utter the magical word.

“Status!”

Nothing happened.

“Properties!?”

Still nothing.

“System! My cheat! Blessing of the almighty Truck!”

Goddammit, still nothing!

“Young Master Colt, is something the matter? Why are you waving your hands like a baby?”

While he was busily summoning the almighty System meant to grant him unlimited power, a voice sounded out from the opened, luxurious-looking wooden door to his right.

It was a middle-aged man with white hair, a burly build, and a strong jaw.

‘Those eyes of his are terrifying. He’s definitely a Mercenary.’

Or so he thought. The black suit and tie gave his identity away, and from how he referred to Colt, he should be a butler of sort.

‘Young Master Colt? The name sounds familiar somehow.’

Upon learning the truth that he was not someone out kill him, Leo turned back canopy bed’s mirror and observed his current face.

A generally well-built body, olive skin tone, obsidian black eyes, low arch eyebrows, and a medium-length thick ink-black straight were his current characteristics.

He gathered his thoughts and started piecing them together. He finally found a lead.

He got up from the bed and turned to the middle-aged butler and asked.

“Are you Neun? One of the butlers of the Edgeworth Family?”

“That is correct.”

“Then am I Colt Edgeworth?”

“Yes, Young Master is Colt Edgeworth. The oldest child of Count Shickly Edgeworth, and the wast… ahem, the whimsical and free Young Master of Wing City, and…” he paused before continuing with evident conflicting emotion, “…the most beautiful man in the Edgeworth Fief.”

Without commenting that he was almost called a wastrel, Leo shuddered, after being named the most beautiful man. Leo felt a chill ran down his spine. The words “most beautiful” was too much for him.

“Neun, you don’t have to refer to me like that anymore.”

“Really, Young Master!?”

The joy in his voice was too apparent for Leo to ignore.

“Yes, and spread it to the others as well. If you could, please have them spread it around town when they go out.”

Neun’s expression glowed. He almost cried out of sheer joy. The cringe-worthy days were over; he was finally free; no, everyone was finally free.

Try as he might, the quivering in his voice was still present. Leo noticed but didn’t say anything. It was understandable.

“I shall inform everyone of your instruction.”

“Thank you; it would be for the best. Also, get me a glass of water, I have a rather painful headache.”

Neun nodded his head and left with a jovial expression. He was practically skipping when he left. It was creepy and scary at the same time.

Having been left alone, Colt looked around his room decorated with furniture reminiscent of the middle ages. The room had three mirrors, not including the one on the canopy bed.

“The narcissistic Colt Edgeworth, the son of the wealthy Count Shickly; he’s the family’s wastrel. A background story type mob in the novel, [Sword of Heaven]. A mob character mentioned in three sentences.”

The Hero didn’t even kill him; instead, the third major villain of the story, Mina, killed him.

Mina was the daughter of a Marquise who happened to fall in love with Colt. She was the perfect lady, excellent looks, good status, and a lovable personality. The only problem was that she had a few loosed screws.

She learned of Colt’s infidelity and then killed him with some stabby-stabby action. 

‘A few stabs in the heart did him in…or, so I read.’

Only after Mina was killed did everyone discover she was the one who killed Colt and masked it as an accident. Colt’s spine tingled at the thought of dying in such a manner.

Later in the novel, the Hero would ironically slay Mina with a sword piercing her heart.

“I have to avoid that ending, at least.”

He thought to himself. Being a no-named backstory mob was too hard. In a sense, his fate was already determined, and he was already inching towards that end.

Neun returned with a glass of cold drinking water. Colt then had him draw a bath. As he spent his time on the bathtub, Colt began contemplating his situation.

In a world of a novel where he would eventually die was where his position stand. He doesn’t even know what year it was so he can prepare.

“According to the novel Sword of Heaven, a reincarnated person from another universe would arrive and become the Hero. Though that Hero is somewhat of a lunatic as he was tortured from seven to fifteen years old. Though he still became a Hero.”

It was a tragic story, but who cares? It’s not his life. In the end, Colt more about his future.

“Now, where would the hero appear?”

He did not know where the Hero came from, as he did not know about his younger years. The Hero would appear as a mysterious character, and by the time the truth got revealed at around Vol. 6, Leo got tired of justice and righteousness and stopped reading.

“I must first avoid any contact with Mina. Then I will live a lavish life. This wastrel here had already been snuffed out of the succession race, so I am free to do whatever I want, right? I just want to live a free life.”

He was accepting of his fate. He was now in this world, so why would he change that? His goal now was to live a good, boring, but still fulfilling life.

Stepping out of the bath, he begrudgingly accepted being dressed by Neun.

“Neun, I will be staying in my room for the day. Inform my father that I am feeling sick.”

He was expecting the obedient Neun to oblige, but this butler showed a stiff expression.

“I cannot do that, Young Master. The Count will punish you if you try to sneak away. I know you do not wish to be tied down, but try to go with it for the Count’s sake.”

“Why, is there something going on today?”

Neun opened and closed his mouth before releasing a deep sigh. The Young Master had forgotten about it. Why was he not surprised? In the end, he had to refresh his mind.

“Marquis Liron Vera will be visiting with his family today.”

Colt’s face stiffened at the natural name. Marquis Liron Vera was an upright person, but he was the father of Mina Vera, and if he’s coming here with his family, then Mina would be there as well.

“Goddammit!”

He cursed as he tried to jump out the closest window.