Gavino (Mafia System)
Poor Families

The memory of Gavino, a powerful young man who got the power of the mafia system, goes back to his childhood.

Everything is very different from its present state. Because for now, he can control everything.

Power and money, very influential with the power possessed by a mafia chairman. And all that, Gavino now has.

Very different from how it was in the past. Where at that time, he was nobody. Because it was so poor at that time.

*****

"Inutile bamboo!"

"A useless child!"

"Inutile bamboo!"

"A useless child!"

The ripple of abuse that comes out of the mouths of children after school, making the atmosphere of daylight becomes hotter.

Moreover, the boy who received the taunts and insults, could only remain silent and lowered his head. Without wanting to reply to the taunts and insults he received.

The boy did not want to add to the problem, by replying to their mockery. Because he knows very well, how he is doing. And also the situation of both parents at home.

Gavino is a boy of about eight years old. She lives with her parents in the small town of Monte Isola, in Italy.

His family was poor, and far from enough.

His father was Giordano. Building workers, who sometimes can only work in the summer and spring. Because of Italy, there are four seasons. Primavera (Spring) or spring, estate (Summer), autunno (Autumn) and inverno (Winter Season).

In autumn and winter, Giordano could only work near his home. Helping a neighbor's job asking for help, or helping his wife who sells food.

His mother, Gavino Mirele, was a beautiful woman. Despite their circumstances they could not assert her beauty. But, the strokes of her face still showed that she was beautiful.

Working to help her husband make money. Selling food in front of the house.

"Gavino brutto, buzzolente, sporco!"

"Gavino ugly, smelly, dirty!"

Bully-an was heard again along the way. And it's done by kids his age, too. But they are from among the rich and honorable. Not the same as Gavino.

'Damn it!'

"Damell!"

'Accidential!'

"Damell!"

Gavino is back. He can only hide in his heart. Because they don't have the courage to fight them all.

"Huhuhoo..."

Plegetoks!

Nah!

Yoke!

"Ouch! Ouch..."

His famous stone-throwing head, it hurt. So Gavino complained, by covering his head with his palm that is not much.

"Haha..."

"Grand... Weq...Wek..."

Gavino can only run, to be able to avoid the bully of his friends.

"Madre! Molly!"

"Mama..."

Gavino shouted loudly, calling for his mother, upon arriving home. His hands and head were bleeding. As a result of throwing stones from his friends earlier.

"Honey. Amorous..."

Gavino's mother, Mirele, looks out in shock. With love for his son.

"Why your head and hands?"

Stammering, Gavino told him about the incident he had experienced earlier. When I go home from school.

The real thing he often accepted. It was the bad treatment of some of his friends who were the children of the rich.

"Propay for me, dear. You're a smart kid. Someday, you will surely become a strong man and be able to defeat the wicked."

His mother's words and hopes were like the best prayer. And it was wanted by Gavino all along.

"Let's clean yourself up. I'll help you treat the wounds on your hands and head."

Such was the daily life of Gavino during elementary school, which was near his home.

At night, Gavino falls asleep.

He was dreaming, in a room. With a lot of buttons on a monitor in front of it.

(Welcome to good father)

(You can check in from now on)

Gavino didn't get into action. He did not know what was in front of him at this moment. Moreover, with a voice that suddenly gave orders.

"What does that mean?"

(You can choose the level as you wish)

(Level 1: hitting with a force of 1 hand)

(Level 2: hitting with a force of 2 hands )

And so on, up to level 10.

(Please start now)

Gavino who knew nothing, nodded quickly. He who had never been rude, was certainly confused by the system that suddenly came to his dreamland.

Breathing out, Gavino awakens from his sleep. He felt the dream was real.

"Whatwas? the system?" ask Gavino to himself.

*****

Days pass, then change with years. Until Gavino was already in Junior High school.

He is indeed one of the brightest students. You can get into school with a scholarship.

Unfortunately, his intelligence was not taken into account by his peers who adored appearance. Especially clothing. So Gavino remained the sidelined student.

Gavino, who never wears new and expensive clothes, is often mocked and so the talk is.

Bully-an also he accepted at this school. Just like in elementary school, near her house.

And now, this Junior High school is of course occupied by children from various elementary schools. But that doesn't make Gavino intellectually glimpsed.

"Look. His shoes looked like trash shoes!" teased one of the princess students, who looked at her with a look of disdain.

"It also smells like a pile of trash. Not a school student."

But of all the ridicule and bully-an that he received. Gavino decides to go to school. It's Roma.

A big Italian city, which gives a lot of dreams to people like him.

According to Gavino, big cities have a myriad of answers to the difficulties that two have had all along.

Poverty, scorn from those who know them. Nor is it considered a human being, in accordance with human rights.

Gavino wants to change the fate and circumstances of the family by attending school in a big city.

He felt very confident that, the cleverness and intelligence he had, could take him to a big school in the city of Rome.

The dream city of Gavino.

Bugh!

Plaque!

The plot!

Suddenly, there was a hand that hit her stomach and slapped her cheek.

"Awww.hhh..."

Gavino fell down and was in pain. But it was not ignored by the people who had committed violence against him.

"The eye is guarded. Why glare at me? tired of living you!" One of them, cursing and cursing Gavino.

Gavino did not feel like doing it.

Maybe this was just now, when he was daydreaming. He did not pay attention to the circumstances, which at that time there was a bunch of gang children passing by. So as to assume Gavino is looking in his direction.

Going home in these circumstances is common. And his mother, always asked him to remain patient with the prayers and hopes he said.

Every time he experienced something similar, Gavino always dreamed at night, with him in a room similar to a monitor. And the number buttons, they're on that screen.

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Hi gaesss...

See you again with the novel TK. This time in a different genre. And because this is the first novel TK with the genre of the system, it is certain to have a lot of shortcomings.

Therefore, ask for criticism and advice that can build this novel for the better.

Thank you for everything 😍😍🙏🙏