Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 209: Big For Me

[ Mimesis Malefica In Use! ]

Pablo used his second Ego.

He had himself forbidden the use of Ego for the match and yet the man himself broke the rule.

’That’s cheating.’ Cupid complained.

’No shit, sherlock.’

’You can’t do this. What if you get caught?’

’I can’t risk losing, Angel. And my Ego is intangible. I hope no one notices.’

’Just how far can you go to win? And how will your Ego help here?’

’I am a down to hell guy. I will win this shit with my Ego. You just watch.’

Pablo stopped talking and Cupid just wrote things in her diary.

[ Keep holding the Target’s hand for ten seconds! ]

[ Showing you the Target’s memories… ]

Pablo braced himself for the memories and a huge wave of images flashed inside his mind.

He maintained his focus and strength on his hand. He won’t go down because of his own Ego.

He focused only a small part of his mind on Boulder’s memories and finally, ten seconds were finished.

[ Ego Successfully Copied! ]

[ It’s a high ranked Ego so you can only keep it with you for three hours! ]

’Show the main part.’ Pablo was waiting for something else.

’What main part?’ Cupid asked.

Pablo didn’t answer.

[ A small amount of life force taken for the Target! ]

’This.’ Pablo gave the answer to Cupid and at that moment, he gave everything he had.

He used all his strength on Boulder’s hand. He was already using all his strength but this time, it was different.

Boulder was smiling the entire time but he frowned all of a sudden and since Pablo’s strength was no joke, it happened.

THUMP!

Boulder’s hand landed on the concrete floor. The floor broke from the impact and Pablo made sure to keep his hand above Boulder’s.

Silence reigned in the entire court and Jamal was wide eyed.

And not only Jamal, everyone present in the whole court was wide eyed. Their mouths were agape.

"I win." Pablo said the result out loud and that was all what the people needed.

"Yeahhh!"

"He wonnn!"

"He defeated a High duke in strength. Amazing!"

People cheered for Pablo more than ever and those cheers reached the King’s court loud and clear.

And the King had no choice but to accept it.

"The Winner is Pablo Castillo!" He officially announced the winner.

"Wait, your highness. There must be a mistake!" Jamal barked.

"What mistake?" The King asked.

"This guy must have used his Ego. He is the weakest, your highness. He couldn’t defeat Boulder just like that." Jamal was thinking the right thing.

"Well, how will you prove your claim, Jamal?" The King said.

"Boulder will tell us. Speak, Boulder. Tell everyone he cheated. He couldn’t defeat you, not in arm wrestling at least." Jamal went to Boulder.

Boulder was sitting on the ground and his eyes were on Pablo.

Pablo stood in front of him and he just hoped Boulder didn’t say anything wrong for him.

"No. I lost fair and square. He is strong." Boulder said.

Pablo sighed.

Boulder stood up from the floor and came closer to Pablo.

"I suddenly felt weak during the match and at that exact moment, you used all your strength to make my hand touch the floor. You definitely used your Ego and I hid it from everyone. So now, you owe me one. Keep that in mind."

’Of course he got to know that. But that was the only way to win.’

"I understand." Pablo didn’t argue back with Boulder.

Boulder smiled and went to stand behind the King’s throne.

"This is impossible, your highness. A high duke can’t lose to a white rank holder. I am sure he cheate-"

"Cut it out, sir Jamal." Pablo interrupted Jamal.

He looked at the King.

"My lord, if this challenge would have taken place a week before, I would have lost. But now things are different. I gained strength. I bit the Vampire woman and I got some perks. And worry not, I am still Human. I just got stronger. My body adjusted to the foreign blood because I was asleep for one week and now I am better than ever. Right now…"

Pablo bowed his head.

"I am the strongest White ranked individual."

The King stayed silent and Jamal was struggling to find words.

The people were in support of Pablo and the King couldn’t make them wait long. He had to say something.

"You defeated a high duke, Pablo. Doesn’t it make you stronge-"

"Sorry to interrupt, my lord. But sir Boulder is still stronger than me. If we both fought with each other he would surely kill me. So no, I am not stronger than him at all." Pablo knew what the King was going to say.

"Alright then. And since you won the challenge, I have no choice but to accept your conditions. A true King never goes back on his word."

The King stood up from his throne.

"The trial of Pablo Castillo ends here. He did nothing wrong and he shall be fully responsible for clearing the mist. As long as it’s the matter of the mist, he has absolute authority over everyone in this Kingdom. No one shall question him and Pablo Castillo will end the mist. The court is adjourned."

"Yayy!"

"Kill the Mist!"

"Pablo Castillo for the win!"

"All hail the King!"

"Justice served well!"

People praised both Pablo and the King and that’s what both of them wanted. The support of the mob.

The King left the court without a single glance at Pablo and the other high dukes went with him as well.

Boulder gave a smile to Pablo before leaving though.

’I am not into that, big guy.’

Now only Jamal and Pablo were left in the court.

’The screen is off. The broadcast ended. People are leaving.’ Cupid revealed.

’Good to know.’

Jamal was still facing the empty throne of the King. He wasn’t looking at Pablo.

’I should leave.’

Pablo started walking.

"Don’t go against the plans of us Royals, Pablo." Jamal spoke.

Pablo stopped.

Both men’s backs were facing each other.

"You guys planned to throw me out now that you have the Woman and the suits. You think you will handle the mist yourselves and there is no need to give me the credit for it. I certainly can’t go with this plan, Jamal."

"How much money will you take to go away? We really want the credit for removing the mist. The people should know it was the King who removed the mist." Jamal offered.

’Why is he so adamant on the credit?’

"I need no money. I really want to clear the mist and I want people to know it was me." Pablo made it clear.

"What can we do to stop you from wanting the credit?" Jamal asked.

"What can I do to make you all agree to give me the credit?" Pablo asked a question of his own.

"You are not understanding, Pablo. It isn’t as easy as you think. My reason is way bigger than your-"

"What did you say?"

Pablo turned around.

Jamal also turned around and now both men faced each other.

"Your reason is bigger than mine? You have no idea, Jamal. You have no idea why I am doing this. And even if my reason is puny, it is bloody big for me. And mind you, listen carefully, this is not a request, this is a fucking statement—If I don’t get the credit for removing the mist from this kingdom, I swear on the Demon sitting inside the mist…"

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Pablo widened his red eyes and those eyes peered deep inside the soul of Jamal.

"I will burn this entire kingdom to the ground myself."