The Evil Organization’s Recruitment Ad Chapter 57.2

*Continued from previous chapter*

Raz folded his arms and nodded while breathing out a deep sigh. Headfield on the other hand just nodded back. No doubt Raz already antic.i.p.ated that it would come to this point.

Headfield was clearly opposed to this. Headfield help a lot of influence within the company, but Raz and Hamet must’ve convinced him that Neito was worthy enough to be told the truth.

Neito neither wasn’t at lost. He wanted to stand on top of Metallica and rule the world. That was a given fact. He never falters and he never will.

[I do not mind. I want to know everything.]

Neito answered in a determined voice.

[Very well… Then I’ll tell you myself… Where should I start…? Komori, do you know of the saying “Evil is always conquered”? Toujiro-sama was the one who took it up and challenged the world.]

Hamet, Metallica’s consultant began his story.

Forty-five years ago, a boy was born. He was the child of an American father and a j.a.panese mother. The boy’s life was an unfortunate one. The boy’s father caught an illness after the boy was brought into this world.  Without the means or money to pay, he died. The boy’s mother re-married, then divorced.

From a social point of view the boy’s mother “wasn’t a good one”. She had relations.h.i.+ps with multiple men, and left the boy to his own devices. She sold herself in the city as a way to earn money.

The mother, who was born a commoner, deemed it the only way for her to make a living.

The life of the Mother and her son was a harsh one. The boy looked pitiful and whenever the mother would bring with her a man, the boy, or yet, both of them were abused.

By the age of thirteen, the boy’s mother died of illness. The boy who now had nothing, came to live in the slums.

One day, the boy met a man who once had a relations.h.i.+p with his mother. The man was part of a gang who ran protection rackets in the neighborhood.

That gang wasn’t an “Evil Organization” but merely a “Crime Organization”. The man wanted subordinates to work under him.

The boy in turn, wanted a mean of living. The boy worked under that man, and in other words, as an errand boy in a gang.

Despite the dreadful workplace and its conditions. The boy kept succeeding and kept distinguis.h.i.+ng himself.

The boy was proficient. He had wits and the fighting capabilities he trained into himself after living in the slums. Most importantly, the boy was unpredictable, relying on ruthless methods to accomplish his goal. In no time, the boy raised his fame within the organization.

The death of the Organization’s vice leader, the destruction of command within the faction and the downfall of the main head organization. The boy, no, the youth stood on top of all crime organizations. His subordinate Hamet was always with him during this time.

Despite having control over all of the underground organizations, he wasn’t satisfied.

He wanted to become stronger and stronger. Until a point where n.o.body could touch him. He wanted the whole world under him and gravel at his feet. He’ll eliminate anybody that gets in his way. He wasn’t picky with the method he used to deal with them. He wanted everybody under his feet.

The boy who now became a youth, didn’t stop. By this time, the youth was beginning to think of a plan to actualize “world domination”.

The youth then met three people.

The first one was a scientist named Headfield.

His research was based on “human modifications” and thus was not accepted by the scientific community. The youth took i

nterest in this and decided to fund Headfield’s research. Headfield’s research was a success, but the scientific community still didn’t acknowledge it.

Headfield was not fuming with rage. Why won’t you acknowledge my research? Everybody is an idiot. Why don’t they see the beauty of my research? This research will lead to mankind’s evolution. This is humanity’s destination.

Headfield was a man of society, but he wanted more from it. He wanted to find out where his research would lead society.

The one who acknowledge his ideal was the youth. The youth promised full funding on his research in exchange that he will use it. As a result, the youth now had the means to create an army of modified humans

The second man the youth met was called Raz.

Raz was strong. He was a fighter in an underground fighting arena and was undefeated. He also partic.i.p.ated in a war in past and came out victorious. He didn’t lose to anybody. Everybody was weaker than him.

But that was only on a personal scale. Raz may be equivalent to a hundred men, or yet a battalion in the battlefield, but that can only be tested in a battlefield.

That’s how Raz was always looking for a battlefield to fight in. Yet, there were no such battlefields. The world was now at peace.

“I am strong. Definitely strong. I am the strongest in the world. But there’s no place I can declare those words in. I have reached the height of a military man, no, a soldier. There’s no place for me to show my strength.”

That was when Raz met the youth. The youth suggested a place for Raz to display his power and the enemy he was going to be up against.

The youth was referring to the world. Raz agreed to the youth. There was no other place to wield his powered than the world.

Raz went through Headfield’s modifications and became even stronger. He was now an invincible General that led the youth’s troops into battle.

The youth now had the ultimate soldier and weapon in his hand. The youth used this power to annihilate, absorb, govern and recruit other crime organizations. He now had the power and used that power in the purpose of evil. n.o.body could stop him.

This is how the youth, Toujiro Blackmoa, expanded his organization. I few years ago, the notion of “Evil Organizations” was deemed no more than fiction or a joke. Now, “Evil Organizations” were now a thing of reality. Then he named his Organization,

Metallica.

Neito listened intently to Metallica’s history. It was certainly a very interesting story and he knew there was more to come.

[… I see… Everything started from a small time crime organization. General Raz, Professor H and you were already comrades since that time.]

The other nodded at Neito’s words. He was now twenty-five years old. The story started a few decades before he was born. After that, he already knew what happened from reading some textbooks. Dylan appeared and was deemed the greatest enemy of Metallica at that time. Guardians rose up as a response to the rise of evil organizations in the world. From Guardian formed the Rocks Organization,

Neito took a deep breath and ask a question.

[…then how did Master Toujiro die?]

Neito remembered Mr. Big’s words “Evil always gets conquered”.

[Yes… that happened eight years ago… when Toujiro was in South America attacking a small nation…]

[Toujiro, those are some persistent b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. They don’t even know when to give up. Dylan is also with them, it would be bad if this dragged on.]

Raz and Toujiro was holding a strategic meeting.

[Yep.]

Toujiro accepted Raz’s advice and thought to himself. His face wasn’t of a forty year old man. He went under several modifications to keep himself young in hopes of seeing the day where he would eventually control the world. He still looked someone in his twenties.

[That’s okay. We don’t need to wait for them to give up. I’m also getting tired of them.]

Raz was surprised by Toujiro’s tone. He was taking their situation lightly

The country needs to fall. Toujiro must’ve also understood that. The reason why they needed this victory was because it was to display Metallica’s power as well as for them to secure a foothold in the region. Yet, the small county they were attacking still didn’t give up. Despite being heavily outnumbered, they still give in into evil. Raz was now growing suspicious.

[…Then what are we going to do Toujiro? Should we call a temporary retreat?]

Raz was looking for Toujiro’s answer. Toujiro’s idea and actions always surprised him. Raz, who should have higher fighting capabilities, was easily outwitted by Toujiro. Other than his grat.i.tude towards him, he acknowledge Toujiro’s skill.

Will Toujiro pull off some ruthless plan again?

Raz awaited Toujiro’s answer. Toujiro gave a small laugh, and brushed it away. It was as if he was enjoying a sandvich for lunch. He then replied in a light tone.

[We don’t need them to give up.]

[…Then…]

[Just kill them. Kill each and every one of them, no survivors.]

Toujiro smiled brightly to his comrade.

Toujiro Blackmoa – An upgraded Neito with a pinch of being a psychopath. See you next chapter : )

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