"They gangraped your little sister in front of you? You? And you watched all that happening? What were you doing, Boss? You kill people left and right and you just watched that? I can’t believe it." Flashy erupted in all sorts of emotions. He was shocked most of all.
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’That’s why I can’t leave him alone.’
"First of all, don’t shout like that. And I couldn’t do anything against those five at that time. But now I can. Get it?"
"If you say so. And I am sure those five will regret taking birth." Flashy was back to his calm self. He changes his mood too fast.
"How so?" Pablo asked.
"Well, you kill people who pose even a little inconvenience to you. But those five directly made you angry. Now God knows what you will do with them."
"Don’t worry. You will get to see."
They both reached the counter of the recommendations and Pablo was the first one to arrive there.
A man with a green uniform was sitting behind the table and Pablo figured the man was also from the military.
"We have a recommendation from the Count of this city. Here." Pablo went straight to the matter and gave the paper to the man.
Flashy did the same and gave his paper to the man as well.
The man read both papers and gave a nod.
He looked at Pablo.
"Your name is Pablo?"
"Yes."
"Which plot and mirror was assigned to you in Ego Reserve?" The man asked.
’Why is he asking that?’ Pablo didn’t understand the motive of the question but he still answered.
"Plot number nine and mirror number fifteen."
"Hmm." The man took out some kind of register from under the table and turned its pages.
"And when did you awaken your Ego?" The man asked another question.
"Yesterday." Pablo answered.
The man slightly nodded and turned more pages.
Then he stopped on a page, ran his finger on it and stopped at a certain place.
"Here it is. Pablo Castillo. Ego rank…" The man squinted his eyes and read the next words. "White?"
He jerked his head at Pablo. "You have the weakest Ego possible and you want to join the military?"
"Yes." Pablo replied short. Though, he was surprised that the news spread really fast. The people at Ego Reserve must have given the details of individuals’ Ego Levels to the military.
The man at the counter spoke loud enough for everyone else to hear and they clearly heard him as well.
"He got the White?"
"It’s the weakest there is?"
"Why is he standing in the recommendation section then?"
"Who could recommend someone like him?"
"Though, he really is special."
"Yeah. He got the rarest color."
"I really wish he joins the military now. We’ll have too much fun harassing him."
"Indeed."
All the surrounding people talked about Pablo and they were all making fun of him. They were laughing at him. Some even chose him as the target of their future bullying.
But Pablo didn’t give a shit to them. He just focused on the man at the booth.
The man also focused on Pablo.
"You won’t even get to know what killed you, kid. Go away. How can the Count even give a recommendation to you? Did you let him sleep with your mother? Hahaha."
The man casually made fun of Pablo’s mother and the surrounding people joined the laughter.
’Yes. Keep laughing. I am not dangerous. I am harmless. Underestimate me. That’s good. Really good. It will ease my stay here.’
Pablo found it good that he was being mocked. If he was the weakest then no one would suspect him of killing someone if a murder happened inside the camp. Pablo would remain free of accusations.
Nevertheless, the man was waiting for his answer and Pablo decided to entertain him for a while.
He smiled and brought his face closer to the man.
"I didn’t prostitute my mother for the Count’s recommendation, your grace. Instead…"
Pablo’s voice turned lower and he told the man what he really did.
"I threatened the Count’s daughter and made her give me the recommendation. It was really easy. I am a professional, you see."
The man went silent and Pablo also moved his head back from the man.
After a second, the man just sighed and shook his head.
"Can’t help delusional people now, can I?"
The man stopped caring after that. Obviously he didn’t believe Pablo’s words. No one could believe it anyway.
The man then wrote something on a square shaped hard piece of wood and gave it to Pablo.
"Here’s your token. Keep it safe with you as long as you don’t become an official cadet here. Now get lost."
Pablo gave a look at the token and only a number was written on it. Number 1.
’It’s like a serial number. Well, here I come.’
Pablo put the token inside his left bracelet and finally opened the door of the recommendation section.
He took a deep breath and stepped foot inside the military camp.
He closed the door behind him and walked forward.
There was no one inside yet. He was the first one to arrive there.
A big wide stage was placed in front of him but no one was on the stage. No chairs were placed there as well.
He was in a big ground of some sort. A hard ground. No grass was there. Only brown land, dust flying by each step he took.
He walked forward and turned around. Now he would watch the other participants coming on the ground.
After Pablo, came Flashy and Pablo paid him no mind.
Flashy arrived and stood beside Pablo.
Cupid was also there watching everything.
Next person came from the scouting door and it was a skinny man.
He looked at Pablo and waved with a smile.
’Fake smile.’ Pablo just nodded and gave no smile.
After that, people kept pouring in and Pablo watched each of them.
"Why are you watching so intently?" Cupid asked.
’I am seeing which one will pose a problem for me.’
"So you are looking for your new victims?"
’No. I am looking for those who will try to make me a victim.’
"And? What will you do after that?"
’What I always do. I will kill them before they can kill me.’
Cupid sighed and shook her head. She didn’t speak after that.
Pablo focused on the doors and the next person came.
He was the same man who laughed the most when Pablo’s Ego’s level was revealed.
He had a good build, he was looking strong and just like Pablo he came from the recommendation door as well.
And as Pablo expected, the man roamed his eyes and stopped at Pablo.
He smiled and walked towards Pablo.
Pablo smiled as well. ’Looks like I found one.’
The man shoved Flashy aside and stood beside Pablo.
"You were the first one to arrive here, eh?" He said.
"Yeah." Pablo replied without looking at the man.
"Well, don’t worry…" The man brought his face in front of Pablo.
"You will be the first one to die here as well."
Pablo was now forced to look at the man and whenever Pablo looks at someone he looks straight in their eyes.
"That can be the case. But it is also possible that…" Pablo spoke, his lips curled up and he said his honest thoughts.
"I’ll be the first one who will kill someone here."
The man watched Pablo’s face for a good few seconds then he just sighed.
"You really are delusional." He said and walked away from Pablo.
"What’s his problem? He shoved me aside for no reason." Flashy complained. He did that only after making sure the man was away. He was still a coward.
Pablo ignored him and glanced at Cupid floating on his right side.
’Did you see that? That’s what I was talking about.’
"Yes. But why did he do that? You did him no wrong. Why is he targeting you?"
’That’s just how it works. Target the weak and you won’t be targeted. The man will now bully me, he will become the leader of some kind. Then the people will follow him and bully me as well. Everyone here will join him in bullying me. Because if they don’t join in then they will also become the target of bullying. In this fear, no one will come forward to help me as well. It’s a cycle.’
"Then what will you do about it?" Cupid asked but she instantly figured out what Pablo would do.
’I’ll stop him before things escalate. I’ll kill him for good.’
"Of course." Cupid expected that.
Pablo chuckled and watched more applicants coming in.
Some girls also came and Pablo really liked their bravery. They joined the military knowing full well what could happen with them.
Pablo watched some more and the next man that came from the recommendation door, eased his mind.
’He is finally here. Nice.’
It was Pablo’s right hand man. Draxus.
Draxus roamed his head in all directions and his eyes met Pablo.
They stared at each other for a few seconds and then Draxus walked and stood far from Pablo.
’This guy can take orders well. Good.’
Pablo liked the actions of the man and focused back on the entrances.
Like that, thirty minutes passed and finally no one else came inside the camp.
Pablo stopped looking at the doors and roamed his head.
People were around everywhere. The place was filled with heads.
’Looks like the whole city arrived here.’
Pablo knew the ground was very large but the amount of people made it look small.
It took all his will to stand still. There was very little space for everyone.
Flashy was pushed far back a long while ago. Pablo lost him and he lost Pablo. But he would find him soon enough anyway.
He was standing in the front row, closest to the stage and everyone else was looking at the stage placed in front of them and there was still no one present there.
But the next moment…
THUMP!
Someone arrived on the stage from the sky and no one even saw when that happened. The man just arrived.
Dust settled down and everyone finally saw the person.
A man with white hair, set in a professional way, a gentlemanly mustache and a fit body, was standing on the stage.
He was wearing a red uniform and on the shoulder strap of his shirt, one star was placed.
The man kept his hands behind his back, and without any mic or shit, shouted :
"There are ten million of you lot present here. And the military doesn’t need all of you. So to sort you all out, there is a method we do every year. Therefore, to make sure you get a chance to perform in further tests, you bastards are ordered to do something. And that is…"
The man made eye contact with the people standing in the first row and his eyes met Pablo.
A smile crept on both the man’s and Pablo’s lips. ’Interesting. This man is going to announce…’
Pablo understood what was going to happen and the white haired man finally revealed the method of sorting people out.
All the ten million people were ordered to…
"Kill each other."
And Pablo called this method…
’A fucking battle royale’