Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Two months passed since Pablo and others came back to the camp.

During those months, Pablo took it easy.

He didn’t indulge in serious matters as he had done enough.

Some rest won’t harm him.

But now that the day has arrived, the resting period is over.

Everyone was gathered at the ground of the camp and in front of them, a stage was placed.

There were a total of fifty candidates who took the assignment and now the ground was almost empty.

Pablo counted the number of people present and they were only twenty.

Thirty people couldn’t return to the camp.

THUMP!

THUMP!

Two people landed on the stage.

The candidates were accustomed to that so no one showed any surprises.

The two people who arrived on the stage were none other than Graham and Diablo.

These two were the instructors who were responsible for taking tests for Pablo’s batch.

"Hello. Hello. So only you people came back. What a lack of human capital we have here." Diablo spoke first.

No candidates replied.

"Say something!" Diablo shouted.

"Yes, sir!" The candidates shouted in kind.

Pablo didn’t do any of that though. He was silent.

Flashy and Draxus were standing on either side of Pablo.

His slaves and Sera were in their rooms as only candidates were allowed in the ground.

"That’s enough. I’ll take it from here." Graham came forward.

Diablo stepped back.

"Everyone, you did well." Graham made sure to praise the candidates.

"You all are here after finishing your assignments. You might think you did good but it’s the military who will decide if you have really finished your assignment or not."

The candidates kept listening. They were confident that they didn’t break any conditions the military placed on them.

"You all were required to finish your mission without revealing that you are from the military. Of course, after completion you can reveal your identity. It won’t matter. Many of you accomplished that. Good work."

’Many of you?’ Pablo made note of Graham’s words.

"However," Graham added. "There were some of you that didn’t obey this rule. One way or another, people got to know that you were from the military. I’ll take your names, raise your hands one by one."

"Berlin Grunt." Graham took a name.

One hand was raised.

"Yorum Hunt." One more name.

One more hand.

"Ukter Fisher." Another name.

Another hand.

"Kite Salte."

Yet another hand.

"And lastly, Golem Goli."

It was the last name and the last hand.

Out of twenty candidates, five raised their hands in the air.

"You five couldn’t manage to keep your identity a secret and therefore, you will not be allotted to the military." Graham announced.

"What will happen to us now?" One candidate asked.

"You will be free from here." Graham answered.

"That’s good then. I was afraid you would kill me."

’That’s what being free means.’ Pablo knew what would happen.

"Diablo, set them free." Graham said.

"Sure thing."

Diablo snapped his fingers and the five candidates were swallowed by the ground.

Pablo saw the droplets of magma and the ashes of the five candidates.

’He can summon magma?’ Pablo kinda liked Diablo’s Ego.

The candidates paid no heed to the death of the five candidates and Graham carried on speaking.

"Now only fifteen candidates are left and amongst you, only ten have completed their assignments."

"Only ten. That means five more people will die?" Cupid asked. She was floating behind Pablo.

’No. There was one other way to pass this test.’ Pablo said.

"What was that?"

’You have a weak memory. Graham will tell himself.’

Pablo stopped talking and Graham did tell everyone.

"Five of you didn’t complete their assignment as they chose one other way."

The candidates knew what Graham was talking about.

"There was one more way to finish this final test and that was to kill a fellow candidate and bring us their dead body with proof that it was you who killed them.

In your assignment books, at the bottom of the last page, this rule was written. I had told you that everyone had different things written on their books but I was lying. All of you were given this same rule.

And only five of you were rotten enough to actually implement that rule and kill a candidate. Raise your hands."

Five people raised their hands.

"Nice. You killed other candidates instead of completing your mission. In short…"

Graham paused.

"You are incompetent for the military."

All the candidates frowned.

"Let me clarify, that rule was written there to see who will kill the candidates, in other words, your comrades. And you five made it through. Stay updated via NovelBin.Côm

That was a scum move. The military doesn’t need anyone who can betray their comrades for their personal gain. That rule was a test. And you five failed.

Whoever kills a candidate will be alloted in the military. What a load of crap. It was a lie. You five were foolish enough to believe that. And the military doesn’t need fools."

Graham finished speaking and before the five candidates could react, Diablo snapped his fingers again.

WOOP!

All five of them turned to ashes.

They died.

’Well, you were right this time, Angel.’

"Everyone," Graham spoke. "The military might be filled with the worst of the worst but we will not tolerate one soldier killing another. You can disregard any fucking rule but this rule shall not be broken. Am I clear?!"

"Yes, sir!" Everyone understood.

’So that rule was only to recognise who can kill the candidates. Nice move.’ Pablo liked it.

"But if in-killing is banned then how will you kill those five rapists? They are also soldiers." Cupid asked.

’It’ll work out.’ Pablo would manage.

"Now, only ten candidates are left and finally, this is it. Congratulations to you all. You passed the tests and you are part of the military now."

Everyone clapped.

Graham continued.

"So now that everything is done, I will now take names and announce who is going to which division and on which rank."

The candidates went silent.

"To start with, I will choose the best person among you lot. The person renowned as the savior of this Kingdom. Please welcome…"

Graham took a deep breath and with a long pause, he hollered the name :

"Pablo Castillo!"