"The Night of Malice!!"
"Raaaaaaarrrggghgggghhhh!!"
Pablo riled up all the four hundred men. They all let out a war cry.
Everyone stood up from the circle and stood in front of the five hundred tents.
Pablo nodded and walked.
Everyone made way for Pablo and now Pablo’s back was in front of all the four hundred men.
"Um, excuse me?" Someone called Pablo from behind.
Pablo looked over his shoulder. "Yes?"
It was Ingine. The tall man with a beard.
"You still haven’t told us why you lied to that woman about you having food with you?"
’This guy is still on that.’ Pablo had an answer ready for him.
"I lied to her because I wanted to fool the five hundred people who have food with them. Now that girl thinks I have food and if she spreads this news to those five hundred people then they will think I am one of them.
That’s why I placed my tent on their side as well. Some people might even barge inside my tent to take my food but alas they will find nothing and I will kill them as well. The fewer the candidates the better for us."
Pablo gave a lengthy explanation. He mixed in some lies or more like he lied about everything. He really had food with him. He joined the four hundred people for a different reason altogether.
The lecture he gave about food a few moments ago was entirely made up. He couldn’t care less about the people with no food. He was just using them.
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"You are really smart, white guy. I am in." Ingine accepted Pablo’s answer.
’This is the last night of your life. Your engine gonna go off today.’
"That’s good. And what about all of you?" Pablo asked other men.
"We are in!" They all shouted.
"Great. Then what are we waiting for? Take your stance."
Pablo bent his knees and…
"Killlll!" He hollered and bolted towards the five hundred tents.
"Killlllllll!!" The people did the same and now all four hundred men were running towards the five hundred tents.
The ground rumbled by the strides of the angry men and their eyes were filled with rage.
’Alright. They are angry enough.’ Pablo was running in front of all these men and he slowed down his speed.
"Killlll! Fooooooddddd!" The men ran past Pablo. They were consumed by the anger that Pablo fed them and now they only want the death of those who had food. They even ignored Pablo.
Pablo’s speed became slower and slower until he entirely stopped running.
Now he was in the back of the whole mob and he was just standing.
"What the hell is going on here, Boss?"
"Yeah. Exactly. What are you trying to do?"
Flashy and Cupid both asked. They just couldn’t understand Pablo’s actions.
"Why did you tell me to not run with those men? Though, I am glad you did that. I am a peaceful guy." Flashy asked another question.
"You are not peaceful. You are harmless." Pablo corrected Flashy’s statement.
"That’s not important, Boss. Just tell me your plan."
"Not yet. Just know that, I am trying to find X and also trying to end this test as fast as possible." Pablo gave a vague answer.
"Alright. But at least tell me why you waged a war out of nowhere?"
"Just so people die. Less candidates is better and also…" Pablo smiled as the four hundred men finally reached the tents.
"War is fun."
"Wha-"
"Raaaaaarrgggghhhhhhhhh!!!"
Cupid couldn’t finish her complaint as a roar rang out in the ground.
It was past evening time. It was dark and Pablo had instructed the men to first arrange light for everyone to see clearly.
And the men really arranged some light.
Among the four hundred men, there were some men whose Egoes were related to fire. And Pablo used them.
He ordered those firemen that their first job was to light up the tents. And they gladly followed Pablo’s orders.
They set fire on every tent they saw. Pablo’s and Flashy’s tent also caught fire though.
’A simple sacrifice for the greater good.’ Pablo didn’t mind his tent.
"But there was food and water inside your tent." Cupid said.
’There is no need for food anymore. This is the last night. This test will end today.’ Pablo was sure of that.
Cupid asked how he was so sure of that but Pablo didn’t reply. She received no answer.
The firemen set fire on only nine tents but the fire spread around like rumors. No tent was safe from the wrath of fire and as a result, in just ten seconds, all the five hundred tents were lit up in flames.
"Now everything is clear." Pablo could see clearly now and so did everyone else.
"What’s happening?"
"Who are these people?!"
"They are enraged!"
"Kyaaaa!!"
"What is going on!?"
"Is this even allowed?"
Chaos ensued on the ground and people came out from the burning tents.
They all asked various questions. Some people even came out naked and that angered the four hundred men the most.
"You bastard! I have no food and you are having fun! Die!"
The hungry men killed the naked man in one blow and they dragged the girl out of the tent.
"You bitch. Die!" They killed the woman too.
And now that the blood had been drawn, there was no stopping everyone.
A war broke out.
"Killllllll!" The four hundred men were in rage mode and they were killing everyone at sight.
The men with food were also enraged as it was a surprise attack and their sleep was disturbed. Also, their tents were burned down. They wanted revenge.
"I will kill you!"
"Dieeee!"
Curses echoed in the ground and Pablo watched it from far. He had his hands crossed in front of his chest and he was noticing each person in the fight.
The next second, his eyes fell on someone familiar.
That person was jumping from shadows to shadows.
"Nice one, Draxus. Kill some more for me." Pablo liked Draxus’ work as he watched the man killing everyone from just one sweet cut on their throats.
"Why are you all even attacking?" Draxus didn’t know it was Pablo’s work.
"Give us food!" The men answered.
"Is this the way to ask for food? I would have left some for you guys if you would have just asked nicely." Draxus replied, changing shadows.
"Did you eat all your food? Is there nothing left!?" The men asked and everyone heard them.
"No! We ate all the food! There is no food for you guys! This attack is pointless! Stop it!" The owners of the burning tents answered.
The attacking men stopped for a second. "There is no food anymore?"
"No."
"You ate all of it?"
"Yes."
"Then this attack isn’t pointless at all. You selfish bastardsss!!"
The hungry men became even more enraged by the latest news and now they stopped talking entirely. The talking time was over. No negotiations would be made as there was no food anymore. Now the only thing left was murder and they did just that.
They started killing everyone blindly and the other side also did the same. Both groups fought with each other and the ground turned red again.
Draxus also did murders back to back and he was annoyed.
’Why did they suddenly turned rebel and why the fuck are they so angry? It’s like someone fed them this anger on a plate.’
Draxus slit people’s throats with his nails and did his shadow hopping continuously.
However, he still ran his mind for the answers and fortunately, at that moment, his eyes fell on Pablo, standing far away on the ground, away from the chaos.
He saw Pablo smiling and he instantly figured out.
’Of course.’ He got it.
’You are too much, Czar. You created a battle royale out of nowhere. Does he get kicks from such shit?’
Draxus would ask about it later. For now, he would just focus on killing and surviving.
Pablo didn’t know what Draxus was thinking and he just focused on the battle.
Flashy and Cupid kept on asking questions but Pablo ignored them all the way.
Five more minutes passed like that and then the atmosphere turned grim.
All the hungry men stopped attacking and the men who had food stopped as well.
The tent placed beside Draxus’ tent was burned to pieces and as the tent was no more, the person staying inside that tent came out.
It was a man and he was bare chested. His muscles were in full view and everyone just stared at that man.
After the man, a woman appeared and the woman ran far from the hungry men. No one paid attention to her though, all eyes were on the man.
The man roamed his eyes on the people present around him and there was no fear on his face.
He looked everyone in the eye and walked towards the group of hungry men.
"Do you know what you are doing?" The man asked.
"Yes. We are taking revenge from you rich and selfish bastards!" Ingine answered.
"Yes. We are not afraid of you. We don’t care if you came in first place in the first test. You all will pay tonight." Another man chimed in and like that everyone chanted curses for the man.
The man was none other than Adolf Hustler and after hearing the men, he just…
"Heh." He just scoffed.
"What?" Ingine asked.
"You know, the first test was a battle royale and I came first on that. I won that." Hustler said, cracking his fingers.
"And right now, this is kinda like a Battle Royale as well. So as the odds suggest…" Hustler stretched his neck, did some jumps, took a deep breath and…
PUCK!
A sound came and the next thing everyone saw was Adolf’s right fist coming out from the other side of Ingine’s chest.
"I will win this shit again."