Max Stats in the Apocalypse

'I am about to start a war, and leaving my family unprotected isn't my style. Now that everything will be set, I should leave at least one guard to my father. Would it be okay? But a guard without fighting experience would be useless. I should leave some training materials for them first.' And just an idea came to Roger's mind, making him smirk as he moved his way to the vacant lot, gathering everyone.

"Now that you already know that I really hated the Red Bulls, it wouldn't be good if they could track me and use my family as their hostages. So, I am leaving you in training for fighting formations. You all still need to learn how to put up a proper fight."

'I could just attack the Red Bulls, but I am not confident if I could leave my identity hidden for good. They might have some Awakened on their side who have a good way of getting infirmation. I don't care about the fighting; I am strong, but the control of the tide would be different from Kluma, since this is a modern world, information is easy to attain.' Roger clenched his fist as he faced his people, who were in line and rows, waiting.

'But they aren't enough. They are still unorganized and don't have any idea how to work in an organization. After all, I just see them to see their training, as I am not that free almost every day. Then, the Green Falcons entered. I should take them as a subgroup or a subordinate of the Demonyo Clan. Tsk. I was not really thinking that this would become that messy.'

Roger's personality wasn't someone who could easily forgive someone. As he is someone who also pays debt, he never forgets to take revenge. As usual for him, he always keeps on thinking things through seriously if his family is connected with them. And since his family was the motivator behind this resolution, he couldn't just let it go.

'Oh wow. Now that I think of it, I should beat Excel first. I am still irritated, even though I don't want to think about it anymore.'

Roger left his people and went to Excel's place. After regaining his memory where Kyla was part of it, he then recalled Excel there and where his address was.

Excel's house walls were bare, and as he walked, Roger smirked, and as he searched for his presence. Excel was alone in his room, and wasting no time, Roger sneaked into his room and kicked his ball.

Excel felt the pain out of nowhere, just when Roger hastily moved his way. And there, a cracked sound resounded while Excel was enduring the pain.

"Fuck. What the hell happened? "

Just after Roger kicked him, he instantly sneaked out and giggled on his own. That was too funny, and just like Excel said, he was weak, so weak that he didn't even notice that there was a presence.

'Well, whatever. I feel like I've done enough.'

And Roger leaped off the walls and went on his way to the Greend neighborhood, where the Green Falcons are.

"Hey, I am here to see Mr. K. Is he here?" Roger asked one gangster who instantly recognized him.

He bowed at him and nodded. Then, he opened the door of their building and guided him to his room.

"Please follow me," the man said, feeling agitated as well because of the sudden appearance of Roger, who he had not anticipated.

'Because of what the Red Bulls did inside his territory, it felt like he had been visiting here more often. I should be careful not to offend him. He is too important, despite being a kid, and my ego isn't important.'

The man that assisted Roger wasn't present during the fight between them. But, he'd already seen his picture and received warnings from his seniors, just in case he saw him. And now that he unexpectedly has to assist him, he should act better in this role he had.

'But why am I agitated by his presence? It's not like I've seen him fight. But only the CCTV. Is this what they call "aura"?' The man asked himself as they later arrived at Mr. K's room.

"We're here."

Roger nodded, then knocked on the door.

'Ugh. They gazed at what was still present. How come it feels weird when adults look at me like that? Well, I was an adult, but this present me want to act as a youngster.'

"What's it?" a voice called from behind the door.

'A soft and careless voice... Must be the Mr. K they were mentioning.'

"It is me, Roger Wyles, the head of the Demonyo Clan from Blue Neighborhood." As soon as he introduced himself, the door of the room instantly opened, greeted by an enthusiastic face of a man who had eyeglasses.

The man who opened the door had short military-cut hair and a cunning face because of the eyeglasses that were accompanied by a smile.

"Welcome," the man optimistically greeted him.

"Ah. You must be Mr. K." Roger guessed.

"You already know me? That's surprising! I didn't expect that we would have time to talk with each other."

"Yeah, right."

'How could I not know that he was Mr. K? His face is a typical cunning one, one that seems to be able to fool people around him. Of course, I am not guessing based on my expectations. I just felt that there was something about him, his aura. And I have trust in my guts.'

Mr. K gave him a seat just near the desk. In actuality, the room he entered was an office. There were bookshelves on the walls and also some decorative items on the sides. Roger ventured his eyes inside Mr. K's office and after it, laid it back on him.

"So, what is the purpose of your visit?" Mr. K asked.

"Ah, I will not be hitting around the bush. I am here to ask you to become my subordinate, Mr. K." Inwardly, Mr. K was baffled. He was not expecting to receive such an insulting offer, but he didn't make it obvious as he trusted his people's eyes to assess his prowess. Not that he was weak; he was cunning and strong.

"Don't joke like that, Sir Roger. If others hear it, they will instantly go for your neck." Mr. K merely said, and he prepared some tea.

He turned his back on Roger and continued brewing some tea.

"I am not joking though. I truly want to absorb your gang and become mine. It is not difficult, but of course, this comes without advantage for you, Mr. K." Roger admitted, making Mr. K stop what he was doing.

Roger continued, "I am in a tight place with the Red Bulls. You know, I can just beat them up, but the remnants would be difficult for me to handle. My clan or gang is still new and unorganized. And yours is well established. We could ask for some help."

When Mr. K was done with the tea, he faced Riger with a calm face.

"If help is your purpose, we can do it. We have intel, you already know that. But why absorb my family? You must be underestimating me. And even though you are strong, you are still a high schooler, Sir Roger. What grounds do you have to make me your subordinate? This is not a monarch system place, this is a democratic place." Mr. K said.

As Roger listened to him, he smirked.

"That is why I really want to make you mine, Mr. K.. My expectations were met."