The moment He wakes up, a massive flood of memories crashes into his head, and he remember.
He got transmigrates for a week.
And not just anywhere, either.
This is the world of The Godfather.
An absolute masterpiece.
A coming-of-age epic for men.
The kind of movie every guy is expected to watch at least once.
Some people even call it the Bible of manhood.
Countless films pay tribute to it, from Infernal Affairs II to Gone with the Bullets and plenty more.
And yeah, the movie is incredible.
But actually living inside this world?
That’s a whole different level of misery.
Worse yet, His current identity is the Corleone Family’s disaster-class second son.
That’s right.
The legendary fucked up who first betrays his father, then betrays his brother — none other than Frederico “Fredo” Corleone himself.
Weak.
Coward.
Completely incompetent, yet still dreaming about becoming the boss.
A hopeless womanizer who parties so hard he practically speedruns his own destruction.
And somehow, despite all that, he has absolutely zero self-awareness.
Okay, sure, being born into the Corleone Family isn’t his fault.
Nobody gets to pick where they come from.
But everything else?
Yeah…
this guy is a train wreck.
A walking disaster.
A certified loser.
Speaking of which…
Right now, He is lying on a bed while a gorgeous woman gives him a massage.
And no, don’t get the wrong idea.
…Actually, scratch that.
Definitely get the right idea, because this is absolutely not a legitimate massage.
Come on, who the hell goes looking for a “professional therapeutic massage” in New York?
Besides, He doesn’t even come here for anything shady involving money and female companionship.
He’s just here to “relax his muscles” after working out.
Loosen the joints.
Improve circulation.
You know.
Guy stuff.
“Sir, is this pressure okay?” the woman asks softly.
“You can go harder.”
…
“Ah—damn, that hurts…!”
One Week Earlier
Eyes closed.
Eyes open.
And suddenly, he finds himself lying in a hospital bed.
A splitting headache tears through his skull.
The moment he wakes up, an overwhelming torrent of memories slams into his brain.
The pain is brutal — like someone yanking out a tooth without anesthesia.
‘Shit…
I didn’t even clear my hard drive or delete my browser history yet…’
After forcing himself to calm down and sorting through the chaos in his head, he finally regains his bearings.
The good news?
He transmigrates into a wealthy family.
The bad news?
This is America.
And not only is this family Mafia — they’re also about to walk straight into a storm.
The Mafia originates in Sicily, Italy.
By the 19th century, waves of immigrants bring it into the United States.
Vito Corleone himself arrives in America in 1901.
Still, none of that really matters right now.
The important thing is this:
“Mafia” means organized crime.
Gangsters.
Basically the Italian version of the underworld.
And the reason the original Fredo lands himself in the hospital?
Simple.
The idiot parties too hard with a girl, smashes his head somewhere along the way, and dies on the spot.
Then somehow, he takes over the body.
After learning his identity, the first thing he does is rush through a full medical checkup at the hospital.
Sure, this body is wrecked from years of excess.
But thankfully?
No syphilis.
No AIDS.
Thank God.
Praise the Lord.
Amen.
…Wait.
What kind of bootleg believer combo is this?
Fuck that.
As a proud transmigrator, he believes in one thing only:
Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.
And truth exists only within artillery range.
Everything else can stand aside.
…Still, he can’t help feeling shaken.
I mean, the guy literally transmigrates.
So after being discharged from the hospital and realizing what part of the story timeline he’s in, he immediately goes to find Tom Hagen.
After hearing him out, Tom tells him to go see Peter Clemenza, one of the Corleone Family’s old guard and a top-ranking caporegime.
Then he spends the next half hour talking nonstop.
The rough translation of his rambling is basically:
“I’m the second son of Corleone’s family.
I wanna improve myself.
Build muscle.
Learn how to shoot.
Train harder.
Left, right, front, back — Yada yada yada”
“…”
At the time, Clemenza’s expression probably looks something like this:
Uh…
what the hell is this kid talking about?
Then suddenly—
[Detected: Mafia Basic Skill Proficiency Fragment ×1 (1/3)]
[Fragments incomplete.
Unable to activate.]
That’s when Feng Zilang finally discovers his unexpected golden finger.
A system.
His heart nearly explodes with excitement.
‘Hell yes.
So I’m one of those chosen transmigrators too.’
For a system that arrives late, it sure arrives dramatically.
He almost cries tears of joy right there in the bathroom.
And yesterday, after running for over an hour, Feng Zilang discovers another feature:
[Physique: Lv1 (4/9)]
The moment he sees that, he immediately runs another two hours and gains one more experience point.
Originally, he plans to grind the stat all the way to max in one go.
But after experimenting today, he realizes something unfortunate:
He can only gain two experience points per day.
Well…
Better than nothing, I guess.
After a full week of forced abstinence, Fredo notices something shocking.
As his [Physique] increases, his entire condition improves dramatically.
His face no longer looks pale.
His body no longer feels drained.
Even the way he walks changes somehow.
Anyway…
People who know, know.
Today, the caporegime Peter Clemenza is busy, so he sends one of his men instead — a WWII veteran named Rocco Lampone — to teach Fredo how to shoot.
And while Rocco is demonstrating firearm techniques, Fredo suddenly notices something floating above him.
[Collected: [Basic Firearms Proficiency] Fragment ×1 (1/3)]
[Fragments incomplete.
Cannot activate.]
Then shortly after—
[Collected: [Basic Firearms Proficiency] Fragment ×2 (2/3)]
[Fragments incomplete.
Cannot activate.]
Just one more fragment left before activation.
Beautiful.
And just like that, Fredo settles into an oddly peaceful routine.
During the day, he works out, boxes, practices combat training, and drills with firearms.
At night…
he goes for “massage therapy” to loosen his muscles and improve circulation.
Very scientific, obviously.
As far as the Corleone Family is concerned, the second young master has always been a useless rich kid who spends his days partying anyway.
Now that he suddenly wants to improve himself after one hospital visit, the family simply lets him do whatever he wants.
Nobody pays much attention to it.
Three Days Later
Fredo’s gains are enormous.
[Collected: [Basic Firearms Proficiency] Fragment ×3 (3/3)]
[Fragments complete.
Skill available for activation.]
[Collected: [Basic Military Close-Combat Proficiency] Fragment ×3 (3/3)]
[Fragments complete.
Skill available for activation.]
The instant both skills activate, a massive wave of knowledge floods into Fredo’s mind.
Firearms.
Combat.
Tactical movement.
Muscle memory.
Everything carves itself directly into his body as if he is born with it.
His fingers even start itching to grab a gun.
Both skills come from Rocco, which makes Fredo genuinely grateful toward the man.
Because of that, Fredo seriously considers recruiting him.
He directly asks Rocco whether any of his old army buddies are short on money or looking for work.
He needs people.
After thinking it over for a moment, Rocco says he can ask around.
Today, however, Fredo has to head back to the Corleone mansion for dinner.
Apparently there’s something important the family wants to discuss.
He already has a pretty good guess.
Most likely Connie’s marriage.
Honestly, Connie really is the textbook definition of a hopeless romantic.
And that future brother-in-law?
Complete trash.
Then again, the original Fredo isn’t exactly much better, so there’s no point talking about it.
Looking at the current status screen, Fredo suddenly feels like cursing.
[Physique: Lv2 (1/49)]
Seriously?
What the hell is this growth curve?!
But at the barbershop, he quickly discovers something even crazier.
The thinning hair near his forehead actually starts growing back.
That’s when Fredo realizes this [Physique] stat is way more absurd than he originally thinks.
Not only does it improve his body and mental state, it also changes other things too.
Hell yeah.
Nicely done.
Still…
Looks like he can’t casually visit random barbers anymore.
After all, he’s technically part of the Mafia.
Security matters.
After finishing his haircut, Fredo styles his hair into a mature slicked-back look, gets into the car, and heads toward the Corleone family estate.
“You seem different lately.”
Connie Corleone studies him carefully from the side.
Today’s Fredo looks far more energetic than before.
More alive.
More confident.
Even younger somehow.
“What, finally realize I’m getting more handsome?” Fredo says with complete seriousness.
“Connie, your taste keeps improving.
Though when it comes to picking husbands…” He clicks his tongue dramatically.
“Yeah, that part still needs work.”
He casually teases his little sister while taking the opportunity to throw shade at her future husband.
Naturally, Fredo completely opposes this marriage.
Not because he’s some obsessive sister-protecting weirdo.
He just genuinely thinks the future brother-in-law sucks.
“Mom!
Look at him!
He’s bullying me again!”
As the family’s spoiled little princess, Connie immediately complains to Mrs.
Corleone.
From the kitchen, Carmela Corleone pokes her head out, smiling while pretending to sound stern.
“What are you doing?
You spend every day picking on your sister.”
“I’m doing nothing.
Totally innocent,” Fredo replies immediately.
“Mom, don’t listen to her nonsense.
After dinner, I’ll sit down and properly educate her.”
Then he walks over to play with Sonny’s notoriously hyperactive son.
Picking the boy up, Fredo starts squishing and stretching his cheeks left and right until the kid protests unhappily:
“Uncle, what are you doing?!”