Chapter 18: First Day

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: First Day

2 Weeks Later,

"I can't believe you got us into this snobby school Slick." Rocco clicked his tongue while gazing out the window at seeing all of New York's elites dropping off their children.

Right now, the four of them were chilling in their new Cadillac in the parking lot while waiting for Profaci's niece.

"Yeah well, it's good to make lasting connections even if it is with snobby brats." Jake rubbed his eyes in the driver seat though Edward shook his head while munching on a bagel.

"At least we get some eye candy." Edward snickered with crumbs of bagel falling on his shirt.

"You're right about that Eddy." Ricky spoke as a beautiful woman started walking onto the sidewalk with a stack of papers.

*Sigh*

"Slick-and he's gone." Jake was about to warn him until Ricky already left the car.

"Ten says she'll reject him." Bocca side-eyed Edward who shook his head.

"I ain't betting against Slick anymore, it'll only put me more in the hole." Edward sighed as it felt like he was just giving money away when he bet against Slick.

Jake and Rocco started cackling at this before turning their attention to Ricky running up to the beautiful dame walking towards the school.

"Excuse me-"

"Please do not hit on me, you'll only be disappointed and no, I don't need help carrying this stack of papers since I'm strong enough to do so on my own." The woman glared at Ricky who didn't even tense up but simply chuckled.

"Then I guess you don't want this pen that you dropped earlier." Ricky waved a ball point pen as the woman's glare turned into shock.

"When did I-"

"Well, I apologize for interrupting you. I guess you don't want this after all." Ricky shrugged while turning around to walk back to the car as Edward hit the back of Jake's seat in distress since he should've bet.

"W-Wait student, I apolog-"

"No, don't apologize I mean, you're so strong that you obviously wouldn't have dropped this pen so I must be confused in the first place." Ricky laughed, turning around and pocketing the pen.

The woman scrunched her eyebrows but eventually turned to walk towards the class as she swayed her hips ever so slightly.

"The one time I don't bet against him, the one time!" Edward sulked while Jake and Rocco shook their heads as their wallets let out a sigh of relief.

However right before Ricky could cross the street, a black ford pulled up in front of him before the windows slowly rolled down.

"Uncle?" Ricky asked, taking back his foot since the crosswalk was now wholly occupied by a car.

"Hey you can't park here-" The designated crosswalker walked over to the car until the driver rolled down his window.

"IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR F*CKING TEETH BUSTED IN, THEN YOU BETTER MIND YA OWN BUSINESS!" The driver loudly proclaimed as some passing students raised an eyebrow at this but continued inside as the crosswalk guard flinched and scampered away.

"Slick, how are you on this fine morning." Profaci asked as the driver hurriedly got out of his door to open the door for his boss as well as Maria.

"I'm fine Uncle." Ricky saw Profaci not going in for a handshake but a hug as he reluctantly complied.

Profaci patted Ricky's shoulder after releasing him as Profaci gestured behind him as Ricky saw Maria for the first time.

"This is my darling niece, Maria Profaci."

'Woah.'

The scene was almost cinematic as a beam of sunlight pierced through the window, bathing Ricky in a warm glow.

Her smile was radiant, each tooth gleaming like tiny pearls, and with a graceful gesture, she tucked a loose curl behind her ear, her fingers momentarily catching the light and creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows and highlights in her dark, curly hair.

It was a moment frozen in time, a perfect tableau that seemed to capture all of Ricky's attention before the ends of his smirk turned into a large smile.

It's every thread weaving around itself before delicately flailing down all the way down past her shoulders.

Then in the next second, Ricky found himself in her ocean-blue eyes, marveling at their sharp yet subtle allure.

His gaze then traveled down her slender frame, taking in her petite yet perky stature as despite her attempts to conceal her curves, her clothes only served to accentuate her delicate hourglass figure.

"Hi, I'm Maria and it's a pleasure to meet you." Maria smiled warmly as she looked at Slick who was unapologetically gazing at her entire body.

"Slick." Slick held out his hand as Maria calmly placed it into his but instead of shaking, he gently led it to his lips before delicately pecking a kiss at the center of the back of her hand.

*Ding*

[Mission Received 'Maria Profaci']

Difficulty: Hard

Character Sheet: A

Description: Although Joe Profaci is inclined for you as a marriage candidate for his cherished niece, he will absolutely chase you to the ends of earth to chop you into little pieces if you actually end up completing this mission without marrying Maria.

Objective: Impregnant Maria Profaci as you avoid the constant helicopter parenting of the notorious mafia boss Joe Profaci

Main Mission Reward: 100,000 IP

Impregnante Maria Once:

Rewards: 200 Gacha or The choice of Maria's skills

Impregnate Maria Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Impregnante Maria in her childhood home(Incomplete)

Reward: Epic Skill Coupon

Impregnante Maria before marrying her(Incomplete)

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Impregnate Maria while Joe Profaci is in the vicinity(Incomplete)

Reward: +10 Vitality

Bonus Missions:

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[Do you wish to accept this mission?]

'Yes.'

*Ding*

"The pleasure is all mine~" Slick spoke as everyone, including Profaci, was shocked at this bold gesture as the two bodyguards in the car immediately reached for their guns.

"That is the fakest name I've ever heard like, I understand the other three but what kind of sorry parents did he have to be named Benedict McCornWick." Ricky pointed out as some snickering started to sound as Ms. Collins gazed at all who did so with a deadly gaze which promptly shut them up.

"I assure you he is real, Mr. Luciano." Ms. Collins spoke while turning off the light and turning on the projector.

A projector lit up which required actual pictures which Mr. Collins promptly put on the center of the console before the projector started showing the images.

"This, Mr. Luciano, is the largest signature on the declaration of independence which so happens to be Benedict's signature, which is evidently fake from your words." Ms. Collins gazed at Ricky who was actually surprised while squinting his eyes at this picture.

As much as he tried to deny it, instead of the supposed largest signature being John Adams, the clear signature of 'Benedict McCornWick' took up half the page.

"Huh, I guess he is real." Ricky scratched his head since although he wasn't the biggest history buff, he clearly didn't remember Benedict nor him being a prominent figure.

"Well, at least you are one to admit your mistakes." Ms. Collins wasn't too harsh on Ricky after seeing him genuinely understanding his mistakes and not simply speaking out for a laugh.

Ms. Collins was a teacher who, in her heart, wanted to teach and help her students succeed so if Ricky geniusly didn't understand something then she wouldn't speak ill of him for wanting to learn.

"Now then let's continue." Ms. Collins returned to her focus to her teaching as she got the next picture of a man riding a horse.

"In 1775, Dr. Joseph Warren summoned Paul Revere and gave him the task of riding to Lexington, Massachusetts, with the news that British soldiers stationed in Boston were about to march into the countryside northwest of the town." Ms. Collins spoke as Ricky nodded along with her words.

While Ricky was aware that his presence could alter the future, he had always believed that the past remained largely unchanged from his understanding.

However, the mention of this particular character intrigued him. He had no recollection of the individual ever being real or playing a significant role in America's founding.

This new information piqued Ricky's curiosity, prompting him to delve deeper into the history books to uncover the truth behind this mysterious figure.

"However somewhere around the mystic river did Paul Revere's horse knock him off and mortally wound him and with only minutes to live."

Then to Ricky's shock he saw a picture of something that was completely different from the history he knew.

Although Ricky was drunk or high throughout college, he was somewhat sober in highschool and remembered some of history which this didn't include.

'What the hell-'

"Paul Revere, with only moments to live, called over a wandering mercenary and begged him in his dying breath to warn the sons of liberty of the Britishes movements." Ms. Collins continued as the next image was shown.

"Benedict took up the act and rode the horse to Lexington; however another dire situation would commence due to the sudden death of Paul Revere." Ms. Collins passionately spoke on the topic while pointing to the image of a man turning back on his horse.

"Now, Dr. Joseph Warren didn't just summon Paul Revere but also William Dawes as he traveled through the longer route; however when came across Revere's body, William misinterpreted the situation." Ms. Collins continued her lecture, projecting an image onto the screen behind her.

However, as her gaze shifted to Hancock and Adams in the image, she paused, highlighting their skeptical expressions.

"When Dawes saw his friend had fallen, he retreated back in fear of being too late so that he could inform Dr. Warren."

"So when Benedict warned everyone the British were coming, no one believed him as well as the other two founding fathers John Hancok and John Adams." Ms. Collins informed while showing another image.

"Although John Hancock was willing to listen, John Adams didn't believe Benedict and turned him away." Ms. Collins walked to where the projector was being displayed while pointing to one man standing in front of 700.

"When seven hundred British regulars marched down to Lexington, the townspeople as well as both John's became panicked while the minutemen in the town scrambled to ready themselves."

"The British regulars used this chance to set up and fire upon the town while killing twenty 26 civilians and eight flustered minutemen, yet the one who didn't falter was the man who had nothing to do with the war, Benedict McCornWick." Ms. Collins pointed at the small drawn figure of Benedict grabbed a bannonet.

"Seeing the chaos unfold due to their attack, the British regulars sought to move in but by some tactical genius, were held off by this lone man that would make himself one of America's first generals." Ms. Collins walked over to the projector and put on another slide before showing another picture of Benedict rallying the townspeople.

"It is debated even to this day on what made Benedict stay and fight a seemingly losing battle, however many contribute this to the guilt of killing the real messenger but in the end, he stayed."

"Benedict rallied not just the scrambling minutemen, but even the regular townspeople as he is quoted in that moment to have said 'Men, Women, Children, it does not matter what form you hold nor does it matter where you were conceived since in this moment, this very moment, you are American if you bear your arms!'." Ms. Collins passionately spoke as her enthusiasm started to motivate the teenager except Ricky who was gazing at this weirdly.

"The seemingly lost battle sparked the first win to many in the revolutionary war as Benedict is credited to have saved the American dream we hold today." Ms. Collins turned on the light while turning off the projector.

"Over the next two weeks you will be learning about all of Benedict's ventures before you will be assigned an essay to write about all his deeds and your opinion on his feats." Ms. Collins pointed to them all as they sighed.

For the next two hours, Ms. Collins taught about the history of Benedict McCornWick before transitioning into math.

*RING*

"That is the lunch bell everyone, I'll see you in 45 minutes." Ms. Collins instructed as all the students sat up to leave with one remaining seated.

"Mr. Luciano?" Ms. Collins waved to the thinking Ricky as she showed a worried gaze.

Although Ms. Collins initially didn't have the most favorable first impression of Ricky, she realized she had misjudged him as he asked multiple detailed questions throughout her history lecture and demonstrated a genuine interest in the subject.

However in reality, Ricky was just confused about this individual who seemed so prominent while even being mentioned in regard to George Washington though he still had never heard of him.

"Ah, sorry I was lost in thought." Ricky realized everyone had left before grabbing his bag before flinging it on his back.

"Ms. Collins, if Benedict was as influential as George Washington and Benjamin Franklin why haven't I heard of him?" Ricky asked as Ms. Collins chuckled before grabbing her purse.

"Have you ever seen a two dollar bill before?" Ms. Collins asked before taking out one and handing it to Ricky.

"You see, although we haven't gotten to that part of history, Benedict unfortunately died a year after America was established and didn't enter politics unlike his compatriots." Ms. Collin sighed in regret.

"In fact, his best friend at the time George Washington, desperately tried to convince him to take any other position rather than General but Benedict was thoroughly unimpressed by the roles of power." Ms. Collins pointed as Ricky gazed at the two dollar bill that should've had John Adams on it before he handed it back to her.

"It is a shame as well since the public seemingly begged him to be the first president however Benedict never batted an eye unlike George who reluctantly took up the mantle." Ms. Collins put her purse on the chair before walking over to a book as she strolled back over to Ricky.

"After his death, in grief, all the founding fathers contributed stories of their ventures with Benedict before George Washington personally put them all together into a book, this is a copy of it." Ms. Collins smiled as Ricky weirdly took it.

"Now you should head off to lunch." Ms. Collins smiled for the first time after thinking she had successfully influenced another student as he slowly walked out of the room.

"I could've sworn I've never heard of-you know what, who cares." Ricky was about to kick himself until he suddenly stopped harping on it.

At that moment Ricky shook his head since constantly worrying about this was stupid since history was bound to change with his appearance so why care about a previous twist.

'Whoever that guy was, he's dead now so it doesn't matter either way.'

Meanwhile south of Mexico,

In the cold night of desert country, it wasn't lamps that illuminated the night but torches and pitchforks as those holding it screamed for blood.

"THIS WAY, SHE HAD TO HAVE GONE THIS WAY!" A man screeched in Spanish as a woman limped desperately around a corner.

The blood loss seemingly caused her appearance to distort her figure before it slowly started to morph into someone completely different.

A striking and enigmatic figure slowly started to reappear which showcased her bright blue skin, a scaly texture, relating to that of a reptilian appearance though it was her eyes that stood out the most, yellow with narrow slitted pupils adding to her already exotic look.

As she fled through the dimly lit streets, the woman clutched her side, feeling the warm stickiness of blood seeping through her fingers.

The wound, a deep gash from a blade wielded by one of the fanatics, throbbed with each panicked heartbeat.

The mob behind her was relentless, fueled by their fervent belief that mutants like her were abominations that needed to be purged. The girl knew she couldn't outrun them for long, not in her current state.

However she didn't need to as she finally turned one last corner to see a hotel with a brick wall stacked around it in defense, unlike the other dilapidated surroundings this one was grandiose in its nature.

Desperation set in as she spotted the neon glow of the hotel ahead, biting her lip as she broke out into a full blown sprint.

She pushed herself harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her muscles protesting with each step.

Until she finally lunged onto the steps as her conciseness faded, her eyes twitching shut as the hungry mob finally revealed themselves.

"THERE SHE IS-" A man screamed out only for his eyes to register where exactly she ended up.

*Click*

The door clicked open as a man dressed in pristine attire showed himself before looking down with a frown.

*Sigh*

Immediately, the man sighed upon seeing a familiar gold coin in her hands as he took the coin, inspected it, and finally nodded.

The mob was deathly scared as when the man looked up, the entire crowd immediately started to disperse in fear before he motioned to the side as some attendants ran out to get the woman up.

"Welcome Raven, I hope you enjoy your stay at the Continental."