"It's a boy with a handle! I, Taiga Takahashi, finally have a son! Hahaha~"
Hearing the raucous noise, Ren slowly opened his eyes, staring at the large, rugged face looming right in front of him.
His brain was completely completely blank.
What is going on?
Wasn't I just on a battlefield overseas?
I had specifically flown to Ginza in Japan, hit on a pair of stunning, well-endowed twins...
We had a great time, and I was just about to light a cigarette...
Why has the environment changed?
It looked like a hospital.
And who was this man in front of him?
"Don't get so close to me, it's disgusting. Get the hell away from me!"
Ren tried to lift his hand to push the man away.
But as he waved his hand, he couldn't reach the man at all.
Instead, a tender, chubby infant's arm appeared in his field of vision.
Ren suddenly realized a terrifying fact.
"Is this... my hand?"
"Have I transmigrated? Have I turned into a baby?"
...
Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed.
Ren, who had transmigrated into this world, had grown into a dashing young man.
In this life, his name was Ren Takahashi.
He was currently preparing to transfer to Kamakura Third Middle School as a third-year student.
Although he was only in his third year of middle school, his height had already reached 184cm. He stood head and shoulders above his peers, and he showed no signs of stopping growing.
After all, his father was 189cm tall and his mother was 172cm. His genetics practically guaranteed he wouldn't be short.
In terms of looks, he was undoubtedly handsome. However, with his silver-white hair blowing in the wind and his naturally sharp, piercing eyes, simply walking down the street often caused others to mistake him for a delinquent.
Ren didn't really agree with that assessment.
Because...
His father, Taiga Takahashi, founded the Kokuto-kai (Black Blade Society), which held significant power in Saitama Prefecture.
His mother, Yukina Takahashi, founded the Houou-gumi (Phoenix Group), which was equally prestigious in the Tochigi area.
So, at most, he was a "Yakuza Young Master," not some street punk.
Over these ten-plus years, Ren had gained a solid understanding of this world.
If he had to describe it, he would use only one word: Chaos.
Although generally similar to the Blue Planet he lived on before transmigrating, this world was different. Delinquents were as common as dogs, and Yakuza walked the streets openly.
The entire society revered martial force and worshiped the strong.
In his old life, asking "What are you looking at?" was just an expression of dissatisfaction or confrontation; it rarely led to a real fight.
But here? If you looked at someone a few times too many...
A fight would genuinely break out instantly. And not just shoving—people would be beaten black and blue, ending up in hospital beds.
It seemed that because people fought so much, the limits of the human body had evolved.
Things like kicking a telephone pole in half, punching through a concrete wall, or acting as a one-man demolition crew were rumored to happen.
Ren wasn't sure if these rumors were true or exaggerated—at least, he couldn't do those things yet.
However, he had heard members of the Kokuto-kai mention several battles.
Two Yakuza bosses had fought inside a building over a grudge, and apparently, several walls were smashed down during their duel.
His father, Taiga, could also allegedly smash walls.
But Ren had never actually seen his father fight in person in this life.
And he likely wouldn't see Taiga fight for a long time to come.
That was because Ren had already moved out and was living alone in an apartment.
The entire environment worshipped violence and was accustomed to solving problems with fists.
The Yakuza world was even more extreme.
It operated on the law of the jungle: the weak are meat, and the strong eat. Survival of the fittest.
A flower kept in a greenhouse would only bring ruin to the organization. No one would respect a spoiled second-generation heir.
If he wanted to inherit the organization, he needed to gain experience outside and make a name for himself with his own fists to earn recognition.
As a transmigrator, Ren was naturally not like other children who would cry when separated from their parents.
Living alone, without restrictions, he actually enjoyed the freedom.
His concerns were more about the confusion regarding his future.
Should I inherit my old man's Kokuto-kai later?
This was a big question.
As someone who had received a proper education in his past life, Ren instinctively had some reservations about the path of the Yakuza.
What future is there in being a gangster?
Fighting and killing all day... you could get stabbed at any moment.
Life is meant to be enjoyed. If you die young, you won't even have time to delete the files on your hard drive or your browser history.
I finally got a second chance at life; I can't waste it.
I should enjoy life properly. Enjoy my youth.
After that, I'll get into a university, start a business or do something else after graduation, make money, pick up girls, find some twins, and enjoy an adult life.
That's what life is about. Why mess with the Yakuza? Why risk my life? Isn't it better to live comfortably?
Originally, that was what Ren thought.
But a few years ago, several news stories caught his attention.
News 1: The destruction of the Amamiya family. For unknown reasons, the Amamiya couple, who ran a factory, both died inside their own property. It was later reported as suicide due to the inability to repay loans caused by poor management. The factory went bankrupt.
News 2: The boss of the Uei Group, a billionaire, drowned in a hotel due to an "accident."
News 3: Councilor Miyama committed suicide at home. It was later revealed he was involved in bribery and likely killed himself to escape punishment.
At first glance, these three news items looked like ordinary social incidents.
In this world, so many people committed suicide that such news barely attracted attention. People would forget about it almost instantly.
But Ren knew the truth. These incidents—disguised as suicides or accidents—were all the work of the Kuryu Group.
The motives were nothing more than profit or political struggle.
And there was a powerful force covering up the truth.
From these three stories, a conclusion could be drawn: in this world, neither business nor politics was safe.
You could be wiped out any day just because you got in someone's way.
And ordinary people? They existed only to be exploited.
This made Ren realize he couldn't use his old world's common sense to judge this one.
"In this world, whether it's money, women, power, or even just the desire to live a simple life without being bullied... you need sufficient strength."
In the dark of the night, under the moonlight, Ren Takahashi stood at a crossroads. He stopped and looked at his own fist.
"By the same logic, another conclusion can be drawn: as long as you have enough power, be it money, women, or authority... everything is within easy reach!"
"As long as you have enough power, be it money, women, or authority... everything is within easy reach!"
In the dark of the night, under the moonlight, Ren Takahashi, standing at the crossroads, clenched his fist tightly.
The path before him seemed to suddenly clear up.
First, gain experience outside and make a name for myself.
Then, return to the Kokuto-kai, inherit it, become the boss, and completely walk the path of the Gokudo (Yakuza).
Is this the path for the future?
Absolutely not!
In Ren's view...
Although the Kokuto-kai had decent power, its influence was limited to just one prefecture.
There was a massive gap between it and a national-level organization like the Kuryu Group.
If his goal was simply to inherit the Kokuto-kai, that was too limiting.
It was utterly unambitious!
If he was going to do this, he would do it to the extreme.
He wanted to create a force stronger than the Kokuto-kai, stronger than even the Kuryu Group.
To rule over the world and cover the sky with one hand.
"To achieve this step, my own personal strength and the strength of my subordinates... neither can be lacking."
Thinking this, Ren slowly took a step forward.
"I am currently in my third year of middle school. I have one year left before I graduate and enter high school."