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‘Alcoriza Familia’, the largest running cartel in Mexico.

Widely known for their elegance in violence and reign of terror, the massive cartel was solely responsible for supplying 90% of the drugs in Mexico.

That wasn’t their sole source of profit, as they also dabbled in prostitution, human trafficking, arms smuggling, oil theft, and illegal job placement, netting them hundreds of trillions dollars annually—more than enough for them to attract more than 30,000 men to work under them.

After they won the war against the cartel that was started by the president five years ago, the godfather of Alcoriza Familia had essentially risen above the laws, turning into a demon king that was feared by everyone in Mexico.

But, not many knew that Luis Alcoriza, the godfather of the largest cartel in Mexican history, was merely a leader of a band of thugs, selling drugs in the countryside just 20 years ago.

“Huu... I don’t know...”

Inside an extravagant room—filled with so much vain decoration that it looked more vulgar than elegant...

Sitting in a sofa that was made out of leopard’s skin, under the lavish room that screamed the words ‘nouveau riche’, Alcoriza wiped off his forehead that was dripping with cold sweat.

His bulging belly made even his nice suit look tasteless.

If he were to take off his flashy gold bracelets and designer sunglasses that adorned his wrists and neck, he’d look no different than the countless homeless people roaming around the streets of Mexico.

Indeed, he was just a man with nothing particularly special about him.

“Just... Why does this happen?!”

Alcoriza tried to calm his nerves by clutching a revolver that was fully plated with gold in his hand.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the cold sweat didn’t stop flowing.

Though he was a notorious ‘demon king’ that even the citizens on the streets wouldn’t dare to curse behind his back, ‘witches’ were still a terrifying existence for him.

He remembered the time when he was still selling meth and opium in grams.

Back then, he was drunk, and was stressing about the huge amount of payout when he met with a woman.

He didn’t know how could she survive the streets of Cuautepec—where it wouldn’t be strange if healthy men would be shot to death—without getting raped.

Especially considering how gorgeous she was—a white woman with pretty-looking emerald eyes and graceful-looking platinum blonde hair.

If he was acting like the usual drunk Alcoriza, he’d probably throw a lewd joke at her, or ask for a price to get her under his bed.

But back then, he instinctively sensed the ominousness between the woman’s graceful look. So, he only ended up buying her a drink while putting up the most polite front he could muster.

And that random act changed his fate completely.

‘I feel bad receiving this without giving anything in return. Do you have anything that you desire?’

‘Haha, I know that I’m born evil, I don’t have a grand wish or anythin’. Just wish I don’t need to pay any more payouts.’

‘Is that all? You can ask for more, who knows if I can grant it. Just between the two of us, I am actually a witch.’

The woman, Bianca, introduced herself as a witch.

Of course, he thought that she was joking back then.

‘Hahaha!’

‘Don’t misunderstand. I’m not one of those poor women who got accused of being one and burned at the stake. I’m a real witch.’

‘Alright, then I want to become the biggest drug lord in Mexico! That way, I can buy you even better alcohol!’

Little did he know that the cheap joke he told under the influence of alcohol was realized by Bianca Belleli in less than 5 years.

He followed her instructions, and everything went on without any hitch.

The leaders of the opposing organizations would just die without making much fuss.

She gave him numerous drug manufacturing methods that he had never heard or seen before.

Of course he didn’t just stay idle. Though cowardly, he was surprisingly quick-witted, so he made his moves quickly.

With Bianca’s help, his cartel quickly grew as he absorbed other cartels, taking over their smuggling routes, and business partners, and before he realized it, he had become a powerful drug lord that no one in Mexico could ever dream to stand up against.

He felt like Faust, who had signed up a contract with the Devil.

No...

In fact, that wasn’t just an expression. As time passed, he came to realize that Bianca was a being that was close to the Devil himself.

But at this point, Alcoriza was already drunk with power and wine, he couldn’t care less about such a thing as he kept on obeying her instructions when they came and raking in more profit.

Wealth, fame, power, everything easily came to his side.

All he needed to do was just share less than half of his net profit with Bianca.

In fact, ever since his cartel was formed, her orders came in less and he just let him run his business without interfering.

But then one day, she gave out a strange order.

She asked him to gather 10,000 of the Alcoriza Familia’s members within 48 hours.

No matter how powerful Alcoriza Familia was, this was still a risky order to comply with.

Not only would it attract the eyes of the police, it would also attract the various foreign countries’ intelligence agencies, and also possibly give the US a pretext for a direct intervention.

However, the most terrifying thing here wasn’t that, but the witch’s unknown intentions.

These days, Alcoriza had grown numb to the sight of a human being shredded to pieces, but Bianca was a different beast altogether.

He had seen her killing his opposition with a bright smile plastered on her face.

That brutal sight was what haunted him like a nightmare.

But that wasn’t all. She once made one of the opposing cartel’s heads eat his own family before killing himself due to the shock. And she did all that just because she was curious, not because she wanted to send any ‘warning’ or because she had any other meaningful reasons.

“Is this because of the double ledger?! Or is she trying to start a war? Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!”

Alcoriza racked his brain, trying to figure out if he had made some kind of mistake, and what it was that the witch was trying to do.

More time passed meaninglessly, and then came the appointed time. But, no one came to him.

Alcoriza, who was smoking the cigar in his hand, felt that something strange had happened.

His mansion was large, that was for sure, but there should be 10,000 of his members outside.

No matter how large his place was, there was no way that it’d be this quiet.

“Jose! Nemesio! What the hell is going on?!”

He called out to his bodyguards who were supposed to be guarding the door with their rifles.

“...”

But there was no answer.

Immediately, he jumped towards the window with bloodshot eyes.

When he looked out at the window, a soft curse escaped his mouth.

“Joder–”

A large water bottle mirage enveloped his entire mansion.

A strange phenomenon that couldn’t be explained by any scientific theory.

That left one possible explanation: magic.

But that wasn’t all.

The garden and the pool, which was lavishly decorated to suit Alcoriza’s taste, was completely empty.

Even if his gang members suddenly got so high that they started playing hide and seek, the whole place wouldn’t be this empty.

Alcoriza clenched his grip on his gun.

He felt it.

The Devil who had filled his barn with mountains of gold had finally come to collect the price of their contract.

“O-Oh, Father in Heaven, hallowed be thy name...”

While praying to the Lord, Alcoriza’s eyes wandered around.

“Hiya.”

“Woah!”

He immediately aimed his gun towards the direction where that voice came from.

There stood a woman with short hair that reached her shoulders.

If there was one thing that set her apart from the others, it was her red eyes that looked inhuman, and bewitching beauty, just like Bianca’s.

“C-Could it be...? A-Are you... A-Are you a witch...?”

“That’s right. You’re Bianca’s moneymaker, correct?”

Alcoriza hurriedly nodded, not knowing what was going on.

But, hearing the word ‘moneymaker’ made him feel that as long as he stayed obedient, just like with Bianca, he’d be able to keep his life.

“T-T-T-T-That’s right!”

“Hmm... You look like an idiot, though.”

The witch narrowed her eyes.

As she moved her red eyes up and down, as if evaluating him, her interest quickly waned.

“Do you mind killing yourself?”

“Y-Yes...?”

“I don’t want to stain my ribbon with your belly fat. So, can you just kill yourself in my stead?”

“M-Ms. Witch! P-Please spare me! I-I’ll be loyal, I swear...! M-My life...! A-At least, let me keep my life—! Keuk!”

At that moment, a black ribbon suddenly appeared and pierced Alcoriza’s stomach.

The pain he experienced was definitely more terrible than an instant death from being shot in the head with a gun.

“And here I thought you’d listen to good advice.”

“Aaaaggh...! M-Ms... W-W-Witch... Please...”

“Bianca really has terrible taste. She keeps this kind of fool as a subordinate? Seriously?”

He lay sprawled on the floor, and that was when he realized how his 10,000 subordinates had disappeared.

His fingers started to melt, as if they had been soaked in hydrochloric acid. The whole process was painless.

Similarly, his whole body was also melting away like a sugar cube melting away in boiling water.

“A-Ah... N-No...”

It only took 3 seconds for his body to vanish completely.

Then, something gray came from the direction where his body was and was sucked into the lotus-shaped artifact in the witch, Ea’s hands.

“Its efficiency is terrible.”

She said that as she snickered at the object in her hand.

Bianca Belleli’s brand wasn’t enough to feed this lotus, so she went and harvested a total of 10,322 lives to activate it.

Only then did the lotus begin to move, and she almost burst into laughter.

Though it was an artifact that could basically distort and reproduce anything, its energy efficiency was horrid, so one couldn’t just use it willy-nilly.

It was even more so if Duchess Keter was still active.

But she wasn’t.

The lotus that had been fed with countless lives let out a mysterious light that sparkled like a prism under the sunlight.

Now finally bloomed into a perfect lotus, it was ready to grant whatever it was that Ea wished.

“May I regain the glory of the past, and reach an even higher realm.”

After it was activated, getting it to follow through with her wish wasn’t difficult.

The artifact was already completed to begin with, and its original purpose was to ‘resurrect’ someone.

Ea felt the light permeating through her body.

Inside the dark Ain...

The structure that had been plundered began to restore itself.

Her magic then surged, regenerating and strengthening the structure with more power than she ever had before.

The ecstasy of going up nearly 10 ranks at once wasn’t something that ordinary witches could experience.

“Ahhh...”

The sensation rivaled orgasm.

A moan escaped her lips as she experienced it.

And then...

“Welcome back, my beloved Loom.”

A thick ribbon fluttered from behind her, as if welcoming the splendid return of the Witch of Aquarius, Ea Sadalmelik.