The old man on the stage took the name of the person who killed the most in the test.
And that name was Adolf Hustler.
’Did I hear that right?’
The name caught Pablo off guard. He looked at Cupid. ’Did you know about this?’
"No. And also, it’s just a name. The person you are thinking about didn’t get reincarnated or anything." Cupid was calm.
Pablo said nothing and focused on the old man on the stage.
"Adolf Hustler, come up here." The man called.
Pablo roamed his eyes all around and amidst the huge group of people, a hand was raised.
Pablo focused on the hand as that person walked towards the stage.
The crowd made way for him and in a confident stride, the man came up on the stage.
"Woah."
"How many did he kill?"
"Scary."
Everyone praised the man as just like Pablo, he was also covered with blood from head to toe.
The man’s face wasn’t visible and Pablo was glad that the man didn’t have a mustache.
The old man put his hand on the man’s shoulder and started speaking again.
"This man right here killed the most number of people. And the amount of people he killed is…" The old man paused and made eye contact with everyone standing below the stage.
"Three million."
GASP!
Everyone’s mouth went agape by the number as they all looked at Adolf with horror and praise.
"Out of ten million candidates present today, he killed three million by himself. Give him a big hand."
CLAP!
CLAP!
Everyone clapped and Adolf just stood there silently.
Pablo gave a look at Cupid. ’Are you sure he isn’t the same man from Earth? He killed three million people after all.’
"No. He isn’t that man. I am sure. He may be like that man but he isn’t that man." Cupid clarified again.
Pablo sighed and just looked ahead.
"I can’t believe you killed less people, Boss. He must have won by a small margin." Flashy shared his thoughts.
’I could have killed all ten million people if I had used a Skill from the Gods.’
"I don’t really care about that. Though, I would like to know his Ego. Must be something strong." Pablo replied.
"Only time will tell that. I am sure he won’t share his Ego."
"Hmm." Pablo answered short and focused only on the stage.
"Give me your token, young man. Let’s check your Ego rank." The old man said.
Hustler handed the token to the man.
The man looked at the back of the token and frowned.
"Your Ego rank is… Green?"
"What!?"
Everyone exclaimed. Even Pablo was surprised.
"Green is the second lowest rank. And you killed three million people with that? What are you, young man?"
Everyone awaited Hustler’s answer.
Hustler slowly turned his head at the old man and with no emotions, he said only one word.
"Evil."
Silence ensued in the area and Hustler went silent again.
The old man had asked what Hustler was and Hustler told him that he was Evil. The old man, for all its worth, liked the answer.
"We’ll meet again, lad. You may leave." The old man returned the token to Hustler and Hustler left the stage.
"Did you hear that? He is Evil." Cupid said.
"Heh." Pablo shook his head. "Evil people don’t say they are Evil. He is pretending."
"Yeah. Yeah. You just can’t accept someone else like you."
"Maybe. Though, I would really like to know how he managed to kill so much with a Green level Ego." Pablo kept his eyes on Adolf as he walked down the stage.
He paid close attention to Hustler’s walking style and Hustler raised his head.
The next moment, both men met each other’s gaze and neither of them looked away.
’Let’s try this.’ Pablo devised a plan.
It was a simple plan. He just raised his hand and showed his middle finger to Adolf.
"What are you doing? Don’t just show a middle finger out of nowhere. Can you not stay out of conflicts for a second?" Cupid didn’t like Pablo’s simple plan. She couldn’t understand what Pablo was trying to do.
Adolf stared at Pablo for a few seconds and after some seconds, he shook his head.
Then, he entirely ignored Pablo.
People made way for Hustler as the man went to stand where he was before. Not caring about anything.
’I see. This is a pain then.’ Pablo let out a tired sigh.
"What was all that?" Cupid asked.
Flashy would have asked this as well but he was too busy staring at Adolf Hustler.
’I was checking what kind of man he is.’ Pablo answered.
"How so?"
’When someone shows you a middle finger your first reaction is surprise then anger. And in anger, you either show back your middle finger or straight up start attacking the other person.
But this guy didn’t do either of them. Heck I am sure he didn’t even frown. That’s the worst kind of man. He has control over his emotions. I hope he stays away from me.’
"Oh. I get it. But are you scared of him? Do you not have control over your emotions?"
’I am scared of no one. But about emotions, if it were me then I would be fine as I don’t have any emotions. But this body isn’t mine.
It wants revenge and it won’t stay still till it gets it. So, no, right now, I don’t have control over my emotions.’ Pablo explained.
"Well, good luck."
Cupid and Pablo stopped talking as the old man started speaking again.
"Alright. Now it’s time for the second person to come on the stage. He killed less than Adolf but he still killed enough to get into second position. Please welcome…"
"This time it would be yo-"
"Shut up." Pablo made Flashy shut up. He won’t let him jinx this time.
Flashy shut his mouth and the old man revealed the name of the second person.
"Pablo Castillo!"
"I knew it. Yes." Flashy was happy.
’Not bad.’ Pablo showed no pleasure on his face.
"Pablo Castillo, come on the stage." The old man called.
’Well, here goes nothing.’ Pablo raised his hand.
All eyes fell on him and just as he expected, everyone wasn’t shocked.
They didn’t know Pablo’s name but they did see what Pablo did on the ground.
The Gatling Gun and Chainsaw left a lasting impact on everyone’s brains.
But still they were not sure.
"How the hell did he come second?"
"He had the weakest rank possible."
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"He is cheating."
"Yes. The Count must be helping him."
People accused Pablo of cheating but as Pablo started walking the talks became less and less.
Deep down, they were afraid.
Blood dripped from his clothes as with every step a streak of blood was left behind.
’Cowards.’ Pablo knew everyone would stop talking in fear of him hearing them. He had seen such people many times.
He paid them no mind and walked towards the stage. The people also gave him way and Pablo, like the man he was, went fearlessly on the stage.
He looked the old man in the eye and reached out his hand.
"I don’t shake hands with candidates." The old man said.
"I am not asking for a handshake. My hand is closed. I am giving you this.." Pablo opened his fist and inside it was a wooden piece.
The old man looked at it.
"Oh. It’s your token. My bad."
Pablo was giving his token to the old man. He didn’t want to waste time.
The old man also waited for nothing and took the token.
He gave it a look and as soon as he saw it, his brows shot up.
"Your Ego is ranked White? The lowest and weakest of them all? And you came in second position here? What did you even do, young man?" The old man was surprised. It was a natural reaction.
"Yes. Check him."
"He is a cheater!"
"The Count must have helped him."
"He is the weakest."
"SILENCE!" The old man roared and this time, even the wind stopped. No one dared to utter even a single word. It became quieter than ever.
’What authority. Fascinating.’ Pablo liked the old man’s power to shout loud enough. He silenced the crowd of five million people at once.
"All of you fcukers are watched constantly from the moment you have stepped your foot inside this camp. Many eyes are on you. There is no cheating involved. No one cheated here. Because if this man had cheated then he would have faced a death worse than the people he killed himself. So before spewing such nonsensical shit, think twice."
The old man made himself clear and denied all the accusations placed on Pablo.
’Good to know I was seen.’
The old man gave a glare to everyone and then focused on Pablo again.
"Here’s your token, young man. And you have killed one million people. That’s a lot considering that you have a White ranked Ego. And since I asked that man about him, it’s only fair if I ask you the same thing. He told me that he is Evil, so what are you?"
Pablo took the token from the old man, stored it inside his left bracelet and then with his same old smile, he said :
"I am worse than Evil."