Chapter 1

Rokudo Mukuro, the world's strongest illusionist, a man who takes it upon himself to annihilate all Mafia in the world and hates evil, joined the most powerful Mafia family in Italy, a top-tier family in the underworld, and became one of the Mist Guardians under the tenth generation of the Vongola family.

He despises all the Mafia in the world, yet he "has no choice" but to become Sawada Tsunayoshi's subordinate, working hard for the Vongola for over forty years! It has to be said, this is a sad story.

And now, something even more tragic has happened. Those filthy, hypocritical, and despicable Mafia won't even give him a piece of chocolate cake, or even a single piece of chocolate!

"No! Impossible! Don't even think about it!"

"Kufufu, what a... filthy Mafia!"

"Lord Mukuro, the doctor said you can't eat sweets." Chrome looked helplessly at the man lying on the hospital bed, a fleeting glint of tears in her eyes.

"Krom, you've absolutely been corrupted by the filthy Mafia." As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at the most esteemed godfather of the underworld standing beside his bed.

"Mukuro, does not giving you sweets make you a dirty Mafia? You've been a Mafia member for so many years now, and in my eyes, Mukuro and the others are my family." Sawada Tsunayoshi, the leader of the Vongola, a man who had been a godfather for decades, looked at his Mist Guardian, his companion, with a gentle smile on his face but unable to hide his sadness.

"Kufufu, I don't remember ever joining any Mafia organization." Rokudo Mukuro, lying on his hospital bed, still stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Heh." Hibari Kyoya, standing in the corner of the ward, scoffed coldly. It would have been better if he hadn't spoken, but once he did, even just one word, the mockery was absolutely maximum for Rokudo Mukuro.

"Little sparrow, is there something you're unhappy about with me?" Even lying in bed, he was determined to fight the lark.

To his surprise, Hibari Kyoya completely ignored him and only gave him a mocking look.

His mood immediately soured. "Alright, all of you can leave. I find you all annoying. Chrome and Fran can stay." Rokudo Mukuro gave them the order to leave without any politeness.

"Lord Mukuro..." After everyone left, Chrome, who had become a completely elegant, powerful, and independent woman, finally couldn't hold back anymore. Just like the little girl she once was, she knelt down by his bedside, tears streaming down her face.

"...Chrome, don't cry. After I die, destroy my body with illusion magic immediately..." Rokudo Mukuro laboriously raised his hand and touched Chrome's long purple hair. His movements were gentle, but his words were exceptionally cruel, leaving no room for the living to remember him.

"Lord Mukuro, don't go..."

"Chrome, there's nothing we can do about it. People get old, their bodies can't keep up, their time is up. Everyone dies. Don't worry, according to the Vongola family, we might even meet again in the rings. That's probably not the only good thing about the Vongola Mafia!" He was still belittling the Vongola even now, stubbornly sticking to his guns.

Chrome didn't say a word. She lowered her head and used silence to resist the pain of separation and death, and her tears never stopped.

"Kufufufufu, remember this: don't let those people outside see what I look like after I'm dead." Rokudo Mukuro mustered his strength and repeatedly warned Chrome.

"Master~, so you're really this narcissistic?" Fran, who hadn't spoken until now, squatted down by the bed and blurted out a question that looked like he was asking for a beating.

Rokudo Mukuro's forehead veins throbbed. Even though this bastard had lived to a ripe old age, his mouth was still too foul. A twisted smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to throw a punch at Fran's head, but the force was light and weak.

"Shut up!"

"Oh." Fran felt the pressure coming from above his head, and his eyes dimmed. So his master was really leaving.

Those who should have left were now standing outside the ward, not actually leaving. After all, this was the departure of a companion they had spent decades with, someone they would never see again.

"That Rokudo Mukuro is really something. Even at a time like this, he still uses genjutsu to make himself look so handsome. Is he afraid of us seeing him? He's so concerned about saving face that he suffers for it!" Gokudera Hayato, who usually dislikes Rokudo Mukuro, couldn't help but retort when he saw the conversation in the hospital room, but his voice was unusually hoarse.

"After all, it's Mukuro, isn't this normal?" Sawada Tsunayoshi found it amusing that his Mist Guardian was always saying one thing and meaning another and was always being arrogant, but after laughing, he felt very empty inside, as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out.

"Lord Mukuro!!" Chrome's voice suddenly rose in the ward and echoed out of the room.

Everyone outside the ward knew that their companion of decades had truly left them. They would never hear his words, which needed to be interpreted in reverse, again, and no one would ever use illusions to play tricks on them again.

At sixty years old, Rokudo Mukuro still had a sweet tooth, remained mysterious and unpredictable, was still hypocritical, and was still willful and capricious, so much so that he didn't even leave himself a complete corpse.

An illusion caused his own body to vanish without a trace, and also caused the other members of the Vongola to age with time, while he remained forever handsome and dashing in their memories.

What was Rokudo Mukuro thinking at the moment of his death?

Only Rokudo Mukuro himself knows the answer.

"Kufufu, that damned Sawada Tsunayoshi, that little sparrow..." Rokudo Mukuro gritted his teeth and rattled off the names of all the Vongola's high-ranking acquaintances, "corrupting my Chrome, Chikusa, and Inu." He then thought of those he considered to be on his side. "We're about to die, and we haven't even had a taste of chocolate!"

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"Number 69, Number 69, wake up! Wake up!" A child's voice rang in Rokudo Mukuro's ears as his consciousness faded.

Number 69? What a long-lost title. Ever since he killed all the adults in the Estraneo family and destroyed the family, no one has called him that anymore.

Rokudo Mukuro struggled to open his eyes, seeing the two children in front of him. He paused for a second, then quickly closed his eyes again before opening them once more. The two children were indeed Chikusa and Inu no Mikoto, but why were they children? Illusion? Impossible. Whose illusion could fool his eyes?

And didn't he die? He lived to be over sixty years old due to health reasons, and then he died.

Rokudo Mukuro's mind was racing, but his expression remained unchanged.

"A thousand breeds of... dogs..."

"Number 69, you're awake." Seeing Rokudo Mukuro awake, the little boy who had been by his side was so excited that he didn't even notice that Rokudo Mukuro had called out their names instead of their codes.

Rokudo Mukuro, who immediately realized something was wrong with his voice, carefully examined his current physical condition. Hmm, a childish voice, a small body, and a tiny subordinate standing in front of him—all of this indicated that something unexpected had happened.

What's going on? Reincarnation? Rebirth? This was the first possibility that came to his mind, related to the "Rinnegan".

But that's not right. The existence of Chigusa and the dog means that he has not entered the cycle of reincarnation.

So, he was reborn? He was reborn back to his childhood when he was still in the Estoraneo family laboratory.

After his death, not only did he not enter the Vongola Rings, but he also returned to the past. So, the ancestral heirloom of the Sawada Tsuna guitar family is really this unreliable? Wasn't it supposed to enter the rings? The Vongola's only advantage is gone just like that.

A dark, damp cell; wounded bodies clad in lab coats; the piercing screams of children; the stench of blood; lab beasts in white lab coats passing by, children carried like trash. Wasn't this the hellish Estoraneo family laboratory?

After quickly realizing his current situation, Rokudo Mukuro met the child's concerned gaze, smiled, and asked, "Kufufufu, I'm fine. What happened to me?"

Hearing Number 69's laughter, Chigusa was momentarily stunned. But he quickly recovered and calmly answered Rokudo Mukuro's question: "They transplanted their eyes into you. Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Rokudo Mukuro remembered that when he was young, his parents sent him to the family laboratory. At that time, he was very quiet, neither crying nor making a fuss, silently enduring the pain brought by the experiments, waiting for his counterattack.

After entering the laboratory, he was discovered to be a rare match for the Rinnegan, so they conducted numerous experiments on him. He survived the experiments, and the Rinnegan was implanted in his right eye.

Now is the time when the Rinnegan has been successfully implanted.

He remembered that in his previous life, after successfully implanting the Rinnegan, he single-handedly destroyed his entire family. He killed all the adults in the family and annihilated the Estraneo family.

Even if the timeline is moved forward this time, it's just history repeating itself.

Rokudo Mukuro's eyes sharpened. He steadied himself and stood up, refusing Chigusa's offer of support. He felt the pain in his body and eyes, closed his eyes briefly, then quickly opened them again.

When Chikusa and Inu opened their eyes again, they saw directly that Rokudo Mukuro's transplanted Rinnegan had changed from its original blood-red color to one with the number six appearing within it. An invisible indigo mist emanated from around him.

At this moment, Rokudo Mukuro, just like in his previous life, reached out his hand to the two children.

"Kufufufu, my name is Rokudo Mukuro, don't call me number 69 anymore. Do you want to destroy this place with me?" Chigusa and Inu, like Rokudo Mukuro, were abandoned by their own families and thrown here to become experimental subjects for human experimentation. Here, only death awaits them.

So, last time, they destroyed this hellish place together, and this time, he believed they would make the same choice again.

Seeing the two children holding his fingers in a daze, Rokudo Mukuro laughed out loud in a good mood.

"So what do you plan to do?" The usually composed Chiyo quickly responded.

"Yeah, what should we do?" Inuya couldn't contain his curiosity and asked Rokudo Mukuro with a gleam in his eyes.

Do you have any plans?

If it were Rokudo Mukuro from his previous life, he might have seriously discussed the escape plan with Chikusa and Inu. However, the current Rokudo Mukuro is a max-level expert reborn back to the beginner's village.

When he woke up, he already discovered that the Rinnegan had adapted to him perfectly, even more perfectly than before he was reborn, without any backlash.

Therefore, this also indicates that even though he is still in the body of a child, he has the strength to take down all the guards here. Rokudo Mukuro is now like a max-level player returning to a beginner's village, fearless.

“A plan? Of course I have one. Kufufufu, the plan is that you two stand behind me, and my task is to make everyone who appears in front of us disappear.”

"It's very dangerous. You could die if you get caught by the lab staff. You should be careful." Chigusa said helplessly, looking at the arrogant and delusional kid in front of her who had been subjected to human experiments.

"Don't worry, don't you want to see just how powerful the Rinnegan, which they regard as their trump card, really is?" Rokudo Mukuro narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness in them: "The Rinnegan that caused so many children to die because of this eye, leaving only mine."

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