"W-hat did you just say?" The man behind the booth asked again.
"Give me the pass as fast as you can without asking any damn thing." Pablo said the same thing again as well.
The man gritted his teeths. "You dar-"
"Take it." Pablo put two bracelets on the man's table.
Pablo now had six space bracelets. He was wearing three on each hand.
The man looked at the two bracelets and he checked the contents inside them.
He felt coins inside them and after that, the man showed the brightest smile that ever existed.
'A perfect corporate smile.' Pablo remarked.
"Welcome to the Ego Reserve, gentlemen." The man said, putting the bracelets inside his pocket.
"Give me the pass." Pablo said the same thing. He just wanted the pass.
"Certainly. Just answer a few questions and you will get it." The man replied.
Pablo frowned. "Didn't you hear me? I said give me the pass without asking anything. And can't you see the chaos here? It's dangerous to stand here. I don't even have a Ego for my defense."
"Heh. Gentlemen, you don't need any defense. You see, these glasses aren't just for show, they can really see…" The man smiled and leaned forward.
"You are already a murderer."
"Don't try to scare me. I won't increase the money. Just do your thing." Pablo was unfazed. He knew what the man was trying to do.
"Oh. Nice. You are smart." The man leaned back. He saw the blood on Pablo's clothes so he was hoping Pablo would confess something and he would use that to threaten Pablo to increase the money.
Pablo knew better than that. He had seen such an approach many times. He won't confess anything. Not even in front of Gods.
"I have to ask you some questions as they are compulsory. And since you gave me the amount, I will verify you without any cross checking. Sounds good?" The man asked, taking out a paper and pen.
Pablo just gave a nod. Though, he stared at the pen on the man's hand.
'There is a pen in this world. So why does she write with a feather?' Pablo wondered about Cupid's diary.
"Because this is a divine diary and only the feather of Celestial Crane can write on it. Not some cheap pen." Cupid answered.
'Good for you.' Pablo ignored her and focused on the man.
"What is your name?" The man asked.
"Pablo Castillo." Pablo answered. He won't say Void Grief. That kid was dead.
"What is your father's name?"
"Listen, I used to live in the Vantiv house. The house number 7 in Pacifier street. It caught fire today and everything burned. All my family died. So I am an orphan now. Satisfied now?"
"Oh. Sure. Whatever. And now the last thing, what do you want to do after awakening your Ego? I mean, what profession would you like to choose?"
"What are the options?" Pablo asked a question of his own.
"Many. You can be a duke, soldier, join the military, freelancer, self employed, merchant, or join a guild. Your position will depend on the color and use of your Ego. Though, I am surprised you don't know about the career options."
"I was just confirming. I know the career options." Pablo lied. He had no clue about the options.
"Fine. So what do you want?" The man asked, ready with the pen to write Pablo's answer.
"Ever since I came into this world, only one thing is calling out for me and I think it's meant for me as well. My body wants it."
"And that is?"
Pablo smiled and finally gave the answer.
"I will join the military."
The man gave an appreciative nod. "I think you will survive there for a few months."
"I will try my best."
The man wrote the last thing and held the paper in his hands.
"See this." The man said and jerked the paper.
Pablo watched closely and the next second, the paper vanished.
'Cheap tricks.' Pablo wasn't impressed.
The paper on the man's hand was no more and in its place was now a golden card.
The man stamped a seal on it and gave the card to Pablo.
Pablo took it and put it in his chest pocket. He would see it later.
"Thanks for that." He said and walked away from the booth.
"Hey," The man called.
Pablo looked over his shoulder.
"I hope you survive the military." The man said, waving.
"You are hoping for the wrong thing." Pablo replied and continued his walk.
The man didn't get what Pablo meant but he didn't get to ask. The queue of people was back. The chaotic fight was over.
But other than the man, someone else was confused as well.
"He is hoping for the wrong thing? What do you mean?" Cupid asked. She also didn't understand why Pablo said that.
Pablo sighed but he still replied.
"I mean what I said. He should not hope for my survival. He should hope…"
Pablo stood just at the entrance of Ego Reserve and with a deep breath, he finally stepped his foot inside.
"The military survives me."
Cupid heard him and she quivered her brows.
"Just how self obsessed are you? The military survives you? What are you, a god of war? You just said that to sound cool."
Pablo chuckled. "Whatever you say."
Cupid said some more things and Pablo ignored her entirely.
He looked around and just like outside, the inside was filled with queues as well.
But this time, things were different.
There were many soldiers inside the Ego Reserve. They were in thousands if not millions.
He was in a long, wide room and many doors were lined up horizontally.
And in front of the doors, many people were standing in a straight line.
Pablo looked above the doors and there were numbers written.
"See your pass. It's high time to see it." Cupid said.
'Thanks, detective.' Pablo was about to do that anyway.
He didn't take it out before as he was afraid someone might try to steal it.
Pablo took out the golden card and on it his details were written. Name and other stuff like that. And below the details Pablo found what he was looking for.
"Plot number 9." Pablo looked for number 9 above the doors and he soon found it. It was the last door.
Pablo walked towards that and joined the long line of the people.
He stood at the back and just waited. He examined the golden card though.
"What type of Ego do you think you will get?" Cupid asked.
Pablo was also curious about it. 'Probably an overpowered one.'
"Hmm? Why is that?"
"Well…" Pablo smiled and watched the back side of the golden card.
"I am an Ego friendly guy after all."