Codex of Sin: Tramisgrated into a Mafia world

[Author's note: This novel will contain EXPLICIT CONTENT]

Three weeks since I died.



Three weeks since I woke up in this body.



Three weeks of pretending to be Julian Marino—the family disappointment.



I stretched in my king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling of my penthouse. The old Julian lived in the family basement. But the old Julian didn't have a system that rewarded sin.



[Good Morning, Host] [Daily Sin Quest Available] [Current Sin Points: 127]



Not bad for three weeks of work.



The morning sun hit different when you weren't worried about assassination attempts. Though in this family, that could change by lunch.



My phone buzzed. Seventeen missed calls from Dad.



The Don can wait. I've got coffee to drink.



I rolled out of bed, catching my reflection in the floor-length mirror. The system's physical enhancement was subtle but effective—jawline sharper, muscles more defined, eyes that held danger instead of fear.



"Looking good, Julian," I told myself. "Or should I say, looking better."



The old Julian was soft. Weak. Spent his days reading manga and avoiding family business.



Me? I spent ten years in black ops learning how to kill with a paperclip.



Different worlds, same bullshit.



[Morning Routine Complete]

[Confidence +1]