The last order

Hecathe unconsciously took a step back but soon controlled himself as he coughed twice before giving the mutants a simple order just to test if they were going to listen to him or not.

"The ground. Come on, dig."

The mutants didn't even hesitate as they immediately heard Hecathe's order and started digging the ground below them with all their feet and hands.

Hecathe couldn't help but be a little surprised and impressed as he nodded in satisfaction.

Now that he knew that they would follow simple commands, it was now turn to try and increase the difficulty level of the commands.

"Okay, stop digging," Hecathe ordered as he thought about what order he was going to give them next.

The mutants immediately stopped and looked at him with their big black eyes that had small white pupils in them.

"Try climbing trees," Hecathe gave out his second order and within just a few seconds, the mutants had already crawled all the way up to the top of the trees that covered Hecathe.

Hecathe nodded as he saw this, "Good. Get down now."

The mutants didn't even bother crawling back down as they directly jumped and landed around Hecathe.

Hecathe squinted at them as he wondered if they would really listen to his next command or not. The next command that he had in mind was certainly not the same as digging up the ground or climbing on trees so he was a bit cautious as he ordered out.

"Kill the mutant standing beside you. Just one is enough," Hecathe immediately gulped as he waited for the reaction.

He thought the creatures would be at least a little hesitant but instead of being hesitant, the mutants immediately turned to face each other, growling and showing off their sharp fangs as they tried to intimidate the other.

They instantaneously jumped on each other and started biting like crazy. Some died while trying to kill the other while other mutants were successful in biting off the head of the mutant that stood beside them.

Hecathe's eyes widened but his pupils contracted as he saw such a gruesome fight. Even though he was already clear that these mutants were practically harmless to him, he still couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he imagined a scene where the mutants would turn against him and try to kill him in the same bloodthirsty manner.

The fight was over sooner than he had expected and half of the mutants had already been killed by the other remaining half. A light blue bead fell out from the mouths of the dead mutants and Hecathe ordered the other mutants to collect the bead and to bring it over to Hecathe.

He held out his palm and waited as his palm slowly filled up with mutant beads that were handed over by the other mutants.

In his mind, he couldn't help but be a little surprised as he concluded that Mutants were even willing to kill each other because of his order.

There was some dark black blood covering the bead but Hecathe only frowned as he wiped the dark blood away using his cloak and stuffed the cleaned mutant bead inside his pocket.

"Okay. This is your last order. Hand over your own mutant beads and kill yourself," Hecathe ordered out coldly as he glared at the creatures.

The mutants looked to be stunned for a mere second but they still stepped forward and spat out something. It was the light blue mutant bead and just as the bead left the creature's body, the creature died on the spot.

A mutant was completely dependent on a mutant bead. They might have other organs but without the mutant bead, their organs were of no use. The mutant beads were alike a brain for them; something irreplaceable and without which, they won't be able to survive even for a second.

Hecathe had definitely read about it but he never thought the mutants would give up their beads this easily. These creatures had no emotions and showed no signs of intelligence, however, they still protected their mutant bead from everything.

Hecathe was sure that this was the hardest order he had given them and he didn't really expect them to follow the order.

The creatures stepped up one by one and gave up their mutant beads to Hecathe.

Hecathe felt no guilt nor did he feel bad for them as he waited to see every last one of them follow his order and kill itself.

This was the most difficult order he had given and all of the mutants had easily passed the test.

"This ability is no joke," Hecathe mumbled as he looked down at the collection of mutant beads.

There were so many that Hecathe was sure he would be able to earn a huge sum of money if he sold it.

However, Hecathe had no plans of selling the mutant beads to the people of Ocasia.

He picked up every last one of the beads and kept it safely in his pocket.

He had a different plan in mind for them.

The reason why mutant beads hitched such a high price in the market was because this thing was pretty damn useful. Both for the ability users and the mecha-suits.

Because of how often the guilds sent out people to find these mutant beads, the upper world was filled with it and hence it was less valuable to the ability users, while at the same time, there was no such thing as hunting for mutant beads among the mecha-suits and hence, this small thing was much more valuable for them.

If Hecathe were to sell this thing to the people of Ocasia, he would be facing a loss. Although he did no hard work to actually acquire all these beads, he still hoped to get a good deal out of them. Something that would be profitable for him. Hence, he had a plan to sell them in the black market.

The black market was a place where anonymous ability users and other disguised mecha-suits come to auction such rare stuff. Most of the mutant beads that were owned by the mecha-suits were due to this black market.

Not many people were aware of the existence of the black market, but Hecathe who had read Alphius's diary naturally knew a bit too much.

Alphius was really a man who loved research and records. Since he was the leader of the mecha-suits, all the dealings from the black market went through him and he kept a record in his diary for all of it.