Cartel Experience-Chapter 44: Awakening of El Diablo.

"I barely see... haa." His voice was steady, almost bored, as if nothing serious was happening around him.

He was completely calm, far too calm for someone in his situation. Not a single drop of fear in him, not even a trace of hesitation. His breathing was slow and controlled, and he didn’t even panic about his vision that was a blurred because of the blood.

He did not even seem bothered by it.

[System: They are about to enter through the do—]

"Silence." His voice came again but this time it was way different. It was quiet but somehow still loud, and the strangest thing about it was that the System felt it.

It didn’t analyze his voice, it literally felt it and what it felt more was César’s presence... he looked like a demon that escaped from Hell lowest floor.

He looked like something otherworldly that shouldn’t exist, and his behavior just made it worse. He stood in his own blood with that stooped posture, his hands hanging at his sides, while his eyes were closed and the red tears stained down on his face, just listening to the sounds that came from the door.

He listened to everything he could hear and that made his own silence not empty, but full of power, full of control... yeah, he did nothing but he was already in control and this was exactly what the System had been waiting for.

This was exactly what it wanted, what it had been patiently preparing for. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

This was the true goal of the game, the real purpose behind Sandria, and now, at this very moment, it had finally happened. César became the exact thing he had always been, but needed some push to happen and now that push happened.

But what has he always been?

An obsessed man with the criminal underworld and every aspect of it. He was obsessed with how it worked, how it was structured, how the hierarchy was built. He was obsessed with drugs, with their production, how they were trafficked, how they spread through cities and ruined lives. He was obsessed with something that was generally seen as evil, something that everyone opposed, something that ruined lives and killed many people.

Yet he was completely drawn to it, fully immersed in it and when Sandria was published, he found exactly what he had been searching for.

A game where there was an opportunity to become exactly what he was obsessed with, even if it was only a game. There was the chance to build a mafia, a cartel, an empire from nothing.

A game filled with crime, power, and violence, a place where morality did not matter because it was "just a game," just code, lines, systems, and scripts. It was the perfect way to show what people were truly capable of doing, what choices they would make when nothing held them back.

People did not just control characters on a screen. They revealed another side of themselves, a side they often hid in the real world. Inside Sandria, they killed innocent people without hesitation. They flooded entire streets with drugs, spread corruption, committed murders, planned bombings, and started wars against each other. They did all of it because the game allowed them to, because there were no real consequences, no real limits.

It was all seen as nothing more than a game, something meant to be fun.

But for César, everything changed after his death, when he woke up inside Sandria. What once was only a game became reality. He stepped fully into his role and embraced it completely and perhaps the worst part of it all was this.

Sandria did not force him to become a monster. There was no punishment if he chose to do nothing. He could have lived a normal life inside this world if he wanted to.

But he did not choose that.

Sandria simply gave him the space to become what he had always had the potential to be.

He was not someone who became ruthless only when he played the game. The game did not change him. It only brought back what he already was, and even more than that, it acknowledged it. And when he embraced it, when he started killing, ruling, and being ruthless, the titles came.

El Jefe. Don Sierra. The hangman and more importantly El Diablo.

Yeah El Diablo, the devil who killed anyone who stood against him, not out of anger or emotion, but with certainty, without mercy and without hesitation. A devil who never stopped moving forward, who felt no fear, no doubt, and no regret for the bodies he left behind in his path.

He was El Diablo in his second life, a being shaped by darkness.

And now the System sensed the change clearly, without any doubt. It felt the shift the moment it happened, the moment César crossed that invisible line. The calm mask fell away, and what remained was the same existence that once ruled through blood and fear alone.

César had returned to that state. He had stepped back into it fully, without resistance. He was once again El Diablo, just as he had been before, without restraint, without hesitation, without anything holding him back.

All he needed was this little push, or, moreover, to understand that this version of Sandria is something he can’t lose, something he needs to grab, because this is the life where he feels the excitement, where he feels truly alive.

The version of Sandria where being shot, where dying, is something truly terrifying for the first time, and at the same time so exciting and real, that was the push he needed.

He needed to be in the arms of death, in the arms of the darkness, to exactly become the same.

The darkness and death... El Diablo woke up.

[System: They are in.]

César heard it too. The lock turning and the door opening, but he didn’t have a pistol in his hand, and it wasn’t recklessness.

No, he simply didn’t need one to kill them.