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Pablo Castillo was the worst, the evilest, the biggest criminal in the whole world. He was the ominous figure known as Criminal X.

It’s a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who utter it. His past, a mysterious enigma, shrouded in darkness, only adds to the legend of the world’s most notorious criminal.

However, Pablo’s reign of heinous crimes comes to an abrupt end when a specially trained military force, an elite group made especially to capture Pablo, finally apprehended him.

The capture of Criminal X sent shockwaves around nations, for this man had defied all laws and moral boundaries. The world watched as he was brought to the highest court to face the consequences of a lifetime of malevolence.

The International Court of Justice, in a bid to administer justice that matches the magnitude of his crimes, bestowed upon him the most excruciating execution ever conceived.

The world erupted in celebration as news of his demise spread like wildfire. An international holiday was declared, a day of liberation from the tyranny of Pablo Castillo. The day was named with triumphant fervor. They all called it—World Independence Day.

Pablo Castillo was a man so evil that even the kindest of Gods couldn’t find pity for him.

But… Some Gods needed that man. That too, Desperately.
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Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

The Cannibals couldn't create the white mist on a wide scale and their mist wasn't deadly enough.

The mist only became deadly when the Demon's blood got mixed in with the mist.

After that, the King tried his best to stop the mist. He was ready to pay as much money as needed to get rid of the mist.

But now, in front of Pablo, the mist was clearing up. The deadly mist was disappearing.

However, it wasn't good news at all.

Turned out, the mist wasn't the true enemy.

The mist was just the breath of the Demon. As he himself said.

In five minutes, half of the mist of the Village vanished.

"All these years I have been hiding. Hiding in that pathetic shell of a Human clone. The amount of patience I had for all this time, I should be a God. But not anymore. I will finally attain my true form again. Ahh. How wonderful it feels. Bliss."

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