Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 122: Names and Unsettling Offers

The weight of his remorse felt so immense that he believed even extreme gestures of atonement wouldn’t suffice to begin earning redemption.

Given these circumstances, the prospect of the two major families openly collaborating in a grand meeting was inconceivable.

Marcus, in particular, was working tirelessly to mend the relationships and gain the understanding from the surrounding groups.

However, a month had passed with no notable progress—an indication of how deeply entrenched the mistrust was.

For Rocco, though, there was nothing he could actively do to assist.

The helplessness gnawed at him, leaving him with no choice but to wait.

However, waiting wasn’t in Rocco’s nature.

Determined to support his father in any way he could, he began secretly devising a plan—one he intended to keep hidden from everyone.

And now, Rocco was just beginning to put his secret plan into motion.

With silent, careful steps, he made his way toward the basement of the Di Malvento estate’s main building.

The "basement" wasn’t what one might typically imagine—it was more like an underground complex, with a design similar to the upper floors, minus the windows.

This vast underground space was divided into levels.

The first underground level housed rooms for members and shared spaces.

As one descended further, the atmosphere shifted—weapon storages, training rooms, and even underground prisons filled the lower levels.

Rocco’s current destination, which he kept secret from everyone, was the third basement floor—a training facility designated for the Assassin Squad.

Earlier that morning, he had managed to extract some valuable information about the Assassin Squad from Georgio.

Armed with this knowledge, he now slipped into the depths of the estate with what he considered a "cool and composed" demeanor.

His confidence swelled as he strutted along, inwardly congratulating himself on his natural mafia instincts.

Grinning smugly, Rocco finally arrived at the third basement floor.

"Now then, where could Georgio be?" he muttered.

Descending the final staircase, he was suddenly met with a massive door looming before him.

Squinting at it curiously, Rocco wondered if the entire third floor had been converted into a training ground.

He approached the door with quick, determined steps and stretched out his hands.

"Here goes!"

He pushed with all his might, but the door didn’t budge an inch.

Furrowing his brows, he tapped on it with a frustrated pout.

Was this thing made of iron?

While he was still puzzling over the door, a low voice suddenly echoed from the other side.

"State your code."

The unexpected demand startled Rocco and making him jump with a squeak.

"Huh?!"

His body froze, and his mind raced in panic.

A code?! What code?!

He gawked at the door, utterly flustered and muttering incoherently in his confusion.

Was it some sort of password or secret phrase?

While he spiraled further into his disoriented thoughts, the voice from behind the door, sensing something amiss, grew sharper and more suspicious.

"...Surely you’re not an intruder. Only members of the Assassin Squad are permitted access to the third basement floor. If you’re not here with hostile intent, leave at once."

This is bad! At this rate, he’d be captured as an intruder and tortured to death!

Rocco trembled, his knees shaking at the threatening tone of the voice.

He had no code, no permission to be on the third basement floor, and certainly no one who could vouch for him—after all, he had come here in secret. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Should he leave as instructed?

However, he had worked so hard to get this far... At least, he wanted to meet Georgio before retreating.

As he spiraled into indecision, enough silence must have passed to raise serious suspicion.

The voice behind the door grew sharper, its tone now fully intimidating.

"What’s your purpose, intruder?"

As the words struck him, two men suddenly emerged from behind a curtain hanging on a nearby wall.

It appeared that the curtain concealed a hidden door or passageway—Rocco hadn’t sensed a single hint of their presence.

Of course, they were former members of the Assassin Guild.

Even in his panic, a part of him couldn’t help but admire their stealth.

However, that fleeting thought evaporated when both men raised their knives sharply, aiming them directly at him.

"...Huh?"

The cold glint of a blade pressed against his throat.

Slowly, he raised his gaze and found two hooded men with their mouths covered by black cloth.

Their emotionless eyes locked onto his, sending a shiver down his spine.

Rocco’s eyes welled up with tears. "H-Hey, I’m not suspicious or anyth—eep!"

As soon as he spoke, the blade at his throat pressed closer.

A faint sting ran across his neck.

He could feel the knife’s edge graze his skin, cutting just slightly.

It wasn’t much, but the sharp, tangible pain and the dire circumstances were enough to push his fear to its absolute peak.

Tears began. welled up in Rocco’s eyes, and he began to sob uncontrollably, his cries pitiful and broken.

"Ah... r-really! I’m really not suspicious! P-please, it’s so scary...!"

Fear overwhelmed him, and his desperate words became a jumble of pleading as tears streamed down his face.

Seeing Rocco trembling and clearly panicked, the two assassins exchanged puzzled looks.

They glanced at one another, nodding and shaking their heads in silent communication while ignoring Rocco, who was quivering like a rabbit cornered by predators.

"Hey, is this really an enemy attack? He just looks like an ignorant kid..."

"Yeah... maybe we should hear him out properly."

The two whispered back and forth, occasionally sneaking glances at Rocco.

Were they debating how to deal with him—whether to grill him or roast him?

The thought made Rocco’s terror spike even further.

Abandoning all pride, he burst into loud, unabashed sobs.

"Waaah! Georgio! I want to see Georgio! Don’t kill meee!"

As Rocco wailed, tears and snot streaming down his face, the two assassins froze, looking down at him in astonishment.

They exchanged panicked glances, murmuring, "Georgio? Did he say Georgio? Could he be...?"

Their expressions turned frantic, though Rocco was too distraught to notice.