Chương 3: chapter 3: Now say my name
My breath is short, and my heartbeat is irregular like war drums.
I'm running frantically, like I've never run before in my life.
My new body betrays me, causing me to stumble and fall repeatedly.
But fear has always been a powerful motivator; despite my cowardice and weakness, I resume running no matter how many times I fall.
The pain no longer matters; all I feel are my heartbeats threatening to burst out of my chest.
Whenever I see a room, I eagerly open it, hoping to find one of the men in black suits. But the hospital was deserted, its terrifying silence intensifying the eeriness of the situation.
With each step, my breath becomes more labored, and my muscles begin to rebel against my commands.
My mind screams, searching for an exit, until the thought of the alarm bell occurs to me. I turn sharply, left and right, my eyes catching a red box hanging on the wall.
I rush with all the strength I have left, reaching the box in a matter of seconds.
Without thinking, I punch the glass with all my might.
The glass breaks under my blow, and my punch continues through to press the red button. Suddenly, alarm sirens fill the place, their sound deafening, but carrying a glimmer of hope for me.
I hear footsteps running in my direction. They exhaust me more and more until finally, my strength fails, and I collapse to the ground, leaning my back against the wall behind me.
Seconds later, the old man appears with a group of men behind him, shouting:
"Sir"
"Sir"
"Sir"
The old man helps me stand and places me on a nearby chair, asking:
"Sir, what happened?"
While catching my breath, I was thinking about what I should say.
After all, I'm a gangster; if I show weakness, they'll suspect me. After recalling all the narratives I knew, I made a decision.
I raised my head, took a deep breath, repeating in my mind that I'm their boss and whatever I say, they won't do anything to me.
With these thoughts, I pressed on my vocal cords.
I looked at them with the sternest and darkest look I know I can muster:
"Has your loyalty wavered, making your legs too heavy to move?"
Their faces began to pale slightly, giving me a signal to continue:
"If your first failure was justified, what about now?"
I remember one of the old man's words when he said "assassination attempts." My mind and tongue work simultaneously; even I no longer realize what I'm saying. My logic might have gaps, but I was playing on something.
I'm the boss, even though I don't know the specifics and generalities of the situation, but I'm betting on the natural relationship between a master and his subordinates, which is:
I yell at you, and you can't do anything about it.
"What are you looking at, you bunch of pigs? Go, and don't show me your faces before you catch or kill the assassin who killed the doctor."
As soon as the killer is mentioned, anger and contempt appear on their faces. A shout echoes through the place, giving me chills, coming from their mouths:
"Understood and will be executed"
In the blink of an eye, the group that was in front of me disappeared, leaving behind the sounds of their footsteps and shouts:
"You go upstairs, and I'll search downstairs"
"There are footprints, someone come with me"
I cast a glance at the old man to find an expression of questioning and confusion on his features, making me in turn question myself,
Is there a flaw in my words? Has he discovered something? To try to stop the old man's train of thought, I give him an order
"Help me go to my room"
I lie down on the bed, even though I'm tired of lying on it, but after the pressure on my body all this time, it has become my only refuge for rest.
"Sir, forgive my weak comprehension, but no matter how hard I try to understand the reasons, I cannot fathom your intentions"
He bows his head with a voice full of confusion, making me wonder what he means by his words.
I'm confused, you're confused, everyone's confused.
What do I do now? I need to come up with something that makes him explain things to me without discovering me.
"What confuses you?"
Closing my eyes, pretending to be indifferent to give him a kind of mystery to help me influence him.
"In response to sir, why did you say there's a killer in the hospital?"
Isn't there one?, the word what to say wraps around in my head. I can't think of a better approach than the skeleton approach:
"What do you think?"
I opened one eye slightly to try to read his features so I can deduce what he's thinking.
Surprise, I find him deep in thought. Why is he taking all this time?
Finally, after a long wait, the old man opens his mouth while bowing his head:
"The sir is indeed a deep thinker. I still have much to learn"
Damn you, you're steps away from the grave. What time do you have to learn? Plus, what kind of ass-licking is this?
Wait, it's a good feeling. I mean, ass-licking not in the literal sense, you know what I mean.
(Author: You're only making the situation worse with your explanation)
But this is not what I want. Let's try this then:
"Listen to me, what have you deduced, so that I can know if there are minds around me or just empty caves?"
Damn, I'm getting better with time, aren't I?
without delay, he starts narrating enthusiastically as if he's a child finding an opportunity to prove himself to his father.
"In response to you, sir, if you can deceive those close to you, you can deceive the world. Only through the second attempt can you put momentum on the first attempt to make it seem more realistic. Adding to that the feeling of failure twice in a row will make the efficiency of the subordinates higher and their desire to prove themselves. I can't count how many birds you've killed with one stone. I'm truly impressed, sir."
Damn, his words created confusion upon confusion, but why does every time someone opens their mouth, it only increases my confusion?
"Sir, I request your permission to leave and address the situation."
I said without care
"Of course, of course."
You should know now what one does when leaving: a slight bow of the head, 3 steps backward, and departure.
But I no longer care about the surroundings, all my attention is focused on his ringing words in my head.
The assassination attempts were just tricks, why? What about the operation, is it a trick too? No, there's a mark on the back of my head. So what?
Ah, my head is going to explode.
A glimpse of the old man's words crosses my ears:
"I'll deal with the doctor now"
Holy crap, he killed the doctor? Why?
It seems to me like an order from me, I mean the body's owner.
There's some kind of plan. If he discovers I'm not boss or even if I pretend to have lost my memory, I don't know who will exploit the situation.
While swimming in the sea of my thoughts, time flows faster than my realization to find myself in a deep sleep and I only wake up to hearing someone's words.
The voice seemed familiar to me, and how could I forget the sweet but cold voice of the woman I woke up to the first time
"How long will this charade continue? I can't stand being here anymore"
The sweet voice is interrupted by the old man's voice.
"I'm sorry, madam, but I have no knowledge. Please discuss the situation with the sir when he wakes up"
Damn, why do you pollute my hearing after purifying it? Just be quiet.
"Your master has been in this state for five days. Isn't there a meeting to be held in two days?"
"In response to madam, yes"
"What will the meeting be about?"
"Again, I have no knowledge, madam. Please speak to the sir when he wakes up"
"Just leave. Your presence is as good as your absence anyway"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, madam"
I didn't gain anything.
One thing remains confirmed to me is that the girl wasn't one of his subordinates, and from the old man's behavior, it seems she has a special relationship with the body's owner.
She might be his sister; I rule out that she's his mother due to her young age.
I just hope she's not his wife.
The most dangerous thing is a woman's instinct; she has the ability to sense extremely high changes.
It's easy to deceive his subordinates at least for a certain period that enables you to know a lot of information and adapt, but a woman can expose you in seconds.
With these thoughts, I decide not to wake up now because I don't know how to address her.
After about 3 hours of the torture of pretending to sleep, she finally leaves the room for me to open my eyes. How long will I keep avoiding her?
I don't know how or why, but I can feel the presence of a group of men at the door of the room, bringing me an idea that might be the reason for my survival.
"One of you move here immediately"
Upon compliance with my orders, the door opens for the group to enter, approaching the bed forming a line, and with one approach, they bow their heads.
"Sir, any orders to execute?"
I won't lie, after the humiliation and indignity I lived in my previous life, seeing this scene makes me excited.
I get up from the bed, my body is now obeying my commands better as I get used to my new weight and height.
The feeling of power in every step, it's really amazing.
I stand in front of them with a straight back, putting an angry look on my face. Although I don't know how the body's owner speaks, based on the events that happened in the past few days, any anomaly that can be noticed can be justified.
I move along the line from right to left and repeat once again from left to right to create an atmosphere of terror in themselves.
I can't explain how awesome this moment is for any otaku, the moment when everything they read or saw in movies or series is implemented.
With all precautions in my head, I carefully choose each question that should be answered. They will answer my questions indirectly.
"Where is your direct superior now?"
"In response to sir, Mr. Hank is having some phone conversations. I don't know the details, but it seems to me that it's related to the meeting that will be held in a day"
Finally, the old man's name is Hank. Not bad, what should I ask again?
"Now, let one of you start with a detailed account of the mistakes you made."
They move their eyes to their companions, hoping to know what to say and what not to say.
It's one of the strict systems that seniors impose on newcomers. It can result in either a strong relationship between individuals, so you don't hear any snitching, or it can be a disaster leading to the collapse of organizations.
And to break this bond, I pointed to one of them randomly and ordered him:
"You, step forward and start talking."
The scapegoat on whom my finger fell shuddered with fear, frozen in place.
Sorry, my friend, I know how you feel. That demon from hell has often treated me the same way, but I have to do what I have to do to survive.
"Are you deaf or just don't want to obey my order?"
The words that came out of my mouth made the last drop of hesitation evaporate, and without realizing it, he found himself taking a step to start talking without pauses
"According to the instructions we had, it would be a day like any other day, appointments spread throughout the day. We would move from place to place for your routine work, sir. But just minutes before the day started, we were informed that all appointments were canceled and that today would be a day off for us. After that, while spending time with our families, we received news of your presence in the hospital. That's all we know, sir."
As soon as he finished his justifications, everyone started shouting that annoying speech again
"My bones beg to be broken, and my flesh longs to be torn. There is no life after my failure, and no peace after my death. Please, sir, punish me for my incompetence."
After that, whenever I asked them about something, they answer with one answer
"Sorry sir, we don't know anything about this"
Then they kept repeating that speech over and over as if they were intentionally provoking me
"Stop this barking immediately!"
Finally, there's silence that allows my mind to work acceptably.
It occurs to me that a man in middle age, or I should say in his late years, describe him as you wish.
He wears glasses touching his nose, wearing his white underwear, brown desert boots, and his iconic long green shirt and his iconic word.
I approach one of them with his head bowed, making it difficult for me to see his eyes
"Look at me"
He raises his head for our eyes to meet. He looks terrified. They really are excessively terrified of the owner of this body.
What exactly was he doing to them? I put everything aside, staring into his eyes trying to mimic the spark coming out of his eyes to scare him as much as possible. His body starts to tremble. It seems I succeeded.
"Who am I? Do I look like a joke to you?"
He replies with a voice coming out of his mouth full of vibration
"How dare I..."
I interrupt him with a voice that sends chills down the spine
"Now say my name"
I noticed confusion on his features and to prevent him from thinking, I repeat the question more strongly
"Now say my name"
And in seconds, he drops the bomb from his mouth
"Emeric Stone, head of the Stone family"
"You're goddamn right, and... what?"
"..."
Why do I have the same name I had in my previous life?
SUY NGHĨ CỦA NGƯỜI SÁNG TẠO 
InBetweenRealms
InBetweenRealms Author : Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.
Emiric : Yes, I have something here. Why don't you try to be more creative? I mean, you are so lazy that you made the protagonist reincarnated in another body, without bothering to give him another name. Are you serious?
Author : Mind your business
Emiric : It's my business, you parasite
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