Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Graham didn’t know a damn thing.

That’s what he said at least.

"You don’t know?"

Of course, no one believed him.

"I mean I don’t know the entire story." Graham said.

"Then share what you know." The candidates demanded.

Graham sighed. "Alright. Draxus here, helped someone while he was returning after completing his assignment. That someone turned out to be a Royal from Glory city and he requested the King to make sure Draxus receives a good reward. And this Abyssal Butcher post is his reward."

’Nice story.’ Pablo inwardly nodded.

He had told the King to make sure that no one gets to know that he favors Pablo openly. The King had fulfilled Pablo’s requests without anyone suspecting that something was up.

"Lucky man."

"True."

The candidates accepted Graham’s story as he was also told the same story by the King. Graham had no idea that it was Pablo who pulled the strings.

"Though, Draxus," Graham added. "You are not a Marshal. You will be under Pablo’s batch. You may go now."

"Thank you."

Draxus left the stage.

"Now only one person is left." Graham looked at the last person.

"Coming right up." Flashy walked towards the stage.

"No. Stay there. I don’t want you near me." Graham straight out broke the protocol.

Flashy was just about to complain but…

"Your assignment got completed on its own. All you did was to reveal someone’s insecurity. Don’t be so proud of that." Graham stated.

"Welp, carry on." Flashy went back to his position.

’He agrees with the old man.’ Pablo said nothing to Flashy. He already knew where Flashy was gonna be anyway.

"First, there is your reward that you will get for completing the second test. The Symbiote. And then, however we see it, you did complete your assignment without revealing your identity. So for that reward, hear me out…"

Graham gulped, not sure how the candidates would react to that.

"You are also going to be an Abyssal Butcher."

Graham closed his eyes after announcing that and just as he expected…

"Whattt?!"

"Are you giving such positions to anyone?"

"No matter how you see it, he isn’t cut out to be in that group!"

"We want an explanation!"

The candidates went into an uproar.

They all had read the newspapers.

All the candidates joked about how they were going to make fun of Flashy but this latest development made them speechless. They wanted answers.

And Graham gave them an answer.

"I don’t know a damn thing."

"It won’t work the second time. Give us an answer." The candidates demanded.

"This time I really don’t know. He is an Abyssal Butcher and he is under Pablo. He is above you all in ranks and you have to respect him now. I pity you."

"Wait. I am not that bad, you know. I am one of the few who survived till now." Flashy defended his pride.

"So that’s all it is. You will all receive your uniforms, badges tomorrow. Welcome to the military." Graham finished the event. No one paid attention to Flashy.

The candidates went back to their rooms and only Pablo, Flashy and Draxus remained.

"What was all that, Boss? The King should have also come up with something for my story as well just like how he did with Draxus." Flashy complained.

"He couldn’t. He couldn’t make any story for you after reading your feats. So he just gave the order. Don’t mind it. Now you are an Abyssal Butcher. You are bigger than most of the people now."

"Okay. If you say so. Dad will probably accept me now."

"That’s for later. For now, go to your room."

Flashy nodded and went towards his room.

Pablo and Draxus were the only ones left now.

"You want to talk about something, Czar?" Draxus asked.

"Yeah. It’s about you."

"Sure." Draxus would listen.

"You wanted revenge from the King and others but I kinda went and killed the real king and half of the royals. What do you have to say about that?"

"What can I say? You wanted to free the ghosts so you killed those Royals. You hated the real King so you killed him as well. That’s what it means to be strong, Czar. You can do whatever you want."

"What is your goal now?" Pablo asked.

"Well, If I say I want to become the King then you will make me as the current King is in your pocket now. So becoming a King doesn’t matter anymore. Therefore, I will take it easy and have fun being an Abyssal Butcher.

Though, I wouldn’t mind taking over the world."

Pablo smiled. "I would like that as well. It seems I will also have my fair share of fun as a Marshal now."

"Sure thing." Draxus laughed and while talking, they both went inside their rooms and waited for tomorrow.

———

Tomorrow arrived.

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Pablo heard knocks on his door.

He woke up and opened it.

A guard was there and as soon as he saw Pablo, he saluted. Your journey continues with NovelBin.Côm

"Good morning, sir. Here are your clothes, badge and instructions. Have a good day."

The guard went to the next soldier room and Pablo closed the door.

’So I am not a candidate anymore. Nice.’

He put the things on the bed and went to the bathroom.

It was still early morning but Pablo had no complaints. He was resting for two months after all.

He came out fresh and wore the uniform the guard had brought.

The uniform was all black but it was blacker than the ones he had seen before.

Till now, he had only seen Abyssal Butchers. He never saw any Marshals.

He stood in front of the mirror to check himself.

He wore three stars on his shoulder buttons and ’Forza’ was embedded with silver on the edge of those shoulder buttons.

’It’s like I joined the military.’ The uniform reminded Pablo of earth’s army.

Along with the uniform, he also wore black shoes that screamed sturdy. They were boots but Pablo didn’t feel them as a hassle. They were agile and comfortable.

Wearing everything, Pablo finally picked up the piece of paper that also came with the uniform.

The guard referred to it as the instructions and Pablo read them right away.

[ Pablo Castillo, the moment you wore this uniform, you stopped being a Candidate. You are a Marshal Now. Your duties will be told when you reach ground 7. You are now an authoritative person in the military and your words will be obeyed by many soldiers.

However, make sure you don’t spill soil on the military’s name.

And keep this in mind : You are a Marshal now. You are not in the military anymore. Now… ]

Pablo read the paper and kept it inside his pocket.

"What did it say at the end?" Cupid asked. She couldn’t read it fully. Pablo read faster than her.

Pablo stood in front of the door of his room and before opening it, he recalled the words he just read.

He was not in the military anymore. Now…

"I am the Military."