NOVPUBPablo hadn’t seen the Egoes he had copied from Groot who was number 47 and the woman whose number was 4.
He wanted to see the details in peace and he found peace when two people about whom he didn’t care were fighting. He could only focus on the system.
’Show me.’ He commanded.
[ Copied Ego : 2 ]
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[ I Am Groot (Red) (Can Keep Only For Five Hours) ]
[ Details : You can now call nature for your help. You can command trees and plants. ]
[ Note : You can’t command all forms of nature. Like water, earth. That would be too strong for a Red color Ego. ]
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[ Finest Misery (Red) (Can Keep Only For Five Hours) ]
[ Details : This Ego was created when a person was not loved even once in their life. The person faced the finest misery. This Ego allows you to make your opponents’ heart throb in unimaginable pain if you look in their eyes for ten seconds without breaking eye-contact. ]
[ Note : Nill ]
Pablo read both Egoes and slightly nodded.
’Not bad. This Groot one is good and this Misery one is tricky. No wonder Draxus killed her like that. She didn’t get to see his eyes even for a moment.’
Pablo read the details once more and closed the interface.
The ongoing fight was also finished and it was time for the next one.
"Since Number 4 is no more. Come to the stage, Number 5." Diablo called.
One man stood up and went to the stage.
He was a muscular man and he looked strong as well.
He took out the slip of paper and the number written on it was 10.
The number 10 was a woman and she was muscular as well. A woman with muscles.
They both stood inside the circle and the bets were placed.
Number 5, the man received a bet of 1000 Million and the Woman, number 10, received the equal amount of bet.
Then the fight began and the man punched the woman. Or so he thought.
The woman stopped his fist and gave a punch of her own to the man’s face.
PLICK!
THUD!
The man’s jaw snapped and the man fell down.
He was still alive so the woman raised her leg and stomped on his head.
PUCK!
The man’s head splattered and that was the end of the fight.
The woman won.
Everyone clapped for her. All the women in the barren garden clapped the loudest for her as they supported women empowerment. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
After that, she went to sit in the guests’ area on the last row and the event went on.
One hour went by and Pablo counted all the fights that happened by now.
His and Flashy’s number still didn’t come but he knew it was about to come.
The guests were as excited as they were since the start. No one could tell that this event was going on for one hour.
Forty six fights have been finished; it was time for the 47th one.
"Number 47. Come here." Diablo said.
Pablo knew number 47. He was a man named Groot. Pablo had copied his Ego from him.
The man stood up and walked towards the stage.
He put his hand inside the box and took out the slip.
He opened it and read it.
’Ninety Eight."
The man’s opponent was 98 and Pablo knew who was 98 as well.
"Your turn came, Flashy."
Flashy was beside him and Pablo put his hand on his shoulder.
"Boss," Flashy said. And Pablo remembered that since the event had begun, this was the first time Flashy opened his mouth. He was silent for all this time.
’Something’s wrong. This guy isn’t his usual self. He can’t stay quiet for so long. I should have noticed.’ Pablo turned serious.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I am sorry, Boss. But…" Flashy kept his eyes on the ground and finished his sentence.
"I can’t fight today."
’Is his cowardness acting up again?’
"Why? If you are feeling fear then there is nothing to worry about. I will tell you exactly how to kill that guy. Just keep courage." Pablo did some motivational talk.
"It’s not that, Boss. I am not feeling scared. I am… just.. It’s just…" Flashy’s hands trembled, his voice shook as he revealed :
"My step-siblings are here today."
Pablo went stiff. He closed his mouth, then opened it and all he said was :
"So?"
Flashy twitched. "They are my step-siblings, Boss. They have tortured me since I was little. I have told you the whole story. Their fear is engraved inside my skin. If I go out there then they will make fun of me. What if they start attacking me there? They might throw things on me as well."
"So?" Pablo said the same thing.
"What is wrong with you, Boss? They torture my mother every day. They are very dangerous. I became your slave so that you can help me to teach them a lesson. I can’t do it alone. They will kill me."
"So?"
Flashy snapped this time.
He jerked his head at Pablo.
"What the fcuk is wron-"
"Shut up." Pablo interjected Flashy and his tone was not friendly at all.
"If I had a brother like you, I would have tortured him as well. Who won’t like a person who doesn’t fight back and let others do what they want with him? Your mother would be so ashamed of herself that she gave birth to a no balls man like you."
Flashy flinched.
"Step-siblings this, step-siblings that. Go to hell, bitch. Kill all of them. Go for the throat and kill them. Who doesn’t fit right into your mold, kill them. Who glares at you, kill them. Whoever touches your loved ones, kill them. Kill them all, Flashy. That is the way of living here. Everyone else other than you deserve to die. This is a trial of fire for you. Go past this and you will see your true self."
Pablo held Flashy’s shoulders.
"Your siblings might be monsters. The worst of their kinds. But so what? They harmed you. And that is an offense worthy of death. The monsters who hurt your mother must die. They must fcuking die. Remove every instinct to flee, Flashy. Just remember this…"
Pablo peered deep inside Flashy’s eyes and gave a menacing glare.
"You are a Monster too."
