Chapter 46: Light Thrower

Two weeks later...

Gulak raised its staff, a vicious expression written all over its face as it grinned widely, its sharp yellow teeth on full display. “There is nowhere left to run now, human! You die here!”

“Kyaaaa! Somebody, save me!” A scantily clad girl screamed and cowered, clasping her ears.

“No one is here to hear your screams nor save you, girl!”

Gulak stepped forward, its eyes piercing at the girl with clear desire. The girl shivered even more as she watched the goblin slowly approach her.

“Don’t worry, my fair maiden! I’m coming to save you!” A loud masculine voice boomed into the cavern that the two were in, prompting the both of them to turn their heads towards the source.

Gulak could barely see the entrance of the cavern, the brilliant light shining brightly and nearly blinding its eyes. All it could see was the figure of a human man, along with a fluttering cape from behind. However, it caused him to instantly bare its teeth at the figure in hatred. “Curses! It is you again! How did you find us?!”

“Nothing can ever escape me, the mighty... err... enforcer man?”

“CUT! CUT! CUT!” Merissa screamed with all her might, throwing a book on the ground in sheer frustration. “You dense little fucker! How many times are we going to go through this fucking scene, you little shitbag!”

The vulgarities spewing out from the former slave-turned-clerk captured by Kyle and Sasha were of no surprise to the rest of the crew in the cavern, the lightcapturer operator simply yawning while a goblin wobbled slightly, trying to carry a heavy metal pole high above its head, with a weird looking arctech device at the end that looked like a bowl.

“Stupid Feldon, always ruining my chances at being star!” Gulak joined in the berating of the ‘enforcer man’.

“ARGGHH!” Merissa grabbed her hair, nearly ripping it out of clumps. “EVERYONE, BREAK FIVE! FELDON, IN MY OFFICE, NOW!”

The supporting crew was used to this sequence of events, immediately exiting the cavern and heading for the mess hall. The goblin nearly dropped the metal pole onto Gulak’s head before Gulak grabbed the head and supported it, scowling at the goblin. “Idiot! If you break this device that Kyle crafted himself, it is over for us!”

Back in the newly expanded office, Merissa was clearly exasperated, storming into the room and slamming a book on the desk. The assistant clerks nearby were not flustered or worried at all, knowing that Merissa was on a rampage. And for a good reason too.

Merissa sat down in her chair, glaring at the meek Feldon, who was still wearing the cape. “Feldon. Can you please explain what the schedule is for today?”

Feldon gulped instinctively, nearly stuttering as he spoke. “W-we are to do the final action scene for the film, with Kyle personally coming in to watch the new version.”

“THAT’S RIGHT – THE DEBUT FILM!” Merissa yelled at the top of her lungs. “YOU THINK KYLE WILL BE HAPPY WITH YOUR PERFORMANCE SO FAR?! THIS IS THE FIFTEENTH TAKE WE’VE DONE THIS MORNING! DO YOU WANT TO RETURN TO RAKTOR OR NOT?!”

“Yes, of course I do!” Feldon nodded vigorously, knowing that this was one of his options to return to the city of Raktor.

“Then this is your fucking chance to reinvent yourself as a new person so you can live happily with your family in Raktor! Why the fuck do you keep fucking up a different line every single fucking take! You’re lucky you were handsome when you took on the role at the start – because right about now you look like a fucking pile of steaming hot SHIT!” Merissa cursed louder.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

“I’m sorry! Please give me another chance, I promise I’ll do it right this time!”

“Oh yea? Recite your lines for the scenes one more time.”

“Uhhh... ‘I am an enforcer of Yual! Nothing can ever escape my sight!’”

Damian grunted as he lifted up a sack of concrete with one hand, hauling it over to the mixer while another associate poured water. The building was an entire mess, completely hollowed out. It was an abandoned residential apartment, but now the associates and a hired construction crew was hollowing out and breaking down most of the walls to form a vacant space.

“I don’t understand, why are we building grand steps like those in front of the Magda inside this building?” Niko scratched his head, looking again at the blueprint for this room. A few associates gathered around to check the layout as well, their heads confused by the completely different architecture and room design than they were used too. Putting velvet chairs on large stairs facing a blank wall? What is going on?

“Is he trying to build a theatre or something? Doesn’t look like any of the ones I’ve been too.”

“Who knows, maybe Alvin finally went full loony.”

“Alvin? Who’s Alvin.”

“Oh boy, I remember the good ol’ days when I was just like you...”

The layout of the building was weird – a theatre at the very top while there were to be multiple restaurants and shops along the way. Kyle mentioned to Damian that this was called a ‘hypermall’, but Damian had no idea what the fuck that meant, nor what does ‘hyper’ mean.

Regardless, most of the current income of the Seven Snakes was thrown into this, plus every available associate. However, even that was not enough, prompting the Seven Snakes to issue daily jobs to those in the district who wanted it.

Plenty of homeless squatters and poor folks took up the work immediately. For those who were on the weaker side, Keith hired them to handle the logistics and negotiations with potential tenants who would set up a restaurant or shops in the ‘hypermall’.

Keith frowned as he calculated the potential legal earnings from the theatre, working out the total footfall. It doesn’t seem viable at all, why did Kyle choose this location.

Kyle too dropped by from time to time, bringing along Gordon and Eric to see the construction. “What?! Who would use a heat engraving system in a shop?” Gordon exclaimed, knowing that such luxury was only reserved for the nobility.

Eric was not too concerned about that, but more of the hidden pubs that would be embedded into the area. “You’re planning to sell alcohol in your new ‘theatre’ too?!”

Kyle pointed out on a map, showing them the nearby buildings. “The location of this theatre is slightly out of the way of the centre, but there are more than enough roads leading towards there. We’ll charter regular wagons from each of the districts we control to this hypermall.”

“The lightshows that will be held in the new theatre will give us a first initial boost. The objective of the entire hypermall is to elevate the local residents to a higher standard of living.”

Gordon caught on to what was happening. “You want to make our district the envy of everyone else in the South Sector.”

“Exactly. Once we complete this project, it will demostrate our willingness and the ‘need’ for our inclusion into the local society.’” Kyle nodded.

This had always been the plan since he caught wind of the development of the ‘camera’, reported to him by one of his associates who saw the pub fight.

This allowed him to establish a privately owned film company headed by him and Reese, making his position much more legitimate. The money used to build the new hypermall was less legitimate, but the locals would not care about it if it improved their standard of living.

If everything played out correctly, Kyle could create a chance for himself to enter higher society on a more legal and genuine basis. He understood that positions obtained solely by violence was untenable. A crime lord is always actively balancing the scales between reputation and illegal deeds, never going too far into either sides.

“This will put us into the spotlight, potentially endangering all our other operations!” Eric frantically pointed out. “Everyone knows that you are the leader of the Seven Snakes as well – would the enforcers not simply investigate and dig up the evidence?”

“Ah, I have already reached a mutually beneficial deal with the enforcers under the name of our new private film company. That reminds me Gordon. I need you to handle filming tomorrow.”

“Filming? In the city?”

“We’re filming a protest.”