System's POV

389  What Kind Of Juice Did You Make Those Three Drink

After creating his Divine Artifact, Thirteen returned to the real world with a smile on his face.

Although the only monster currently registered on his banner was Tiona, he believed that he would be able to fill it up at a steady rate using the resources of the Leventis Family, the Central Government, and to a certain extent, the Dvalinn Federation.

He would milk these factions for all their worth, allowing him to benefit from them greatly.

'Although some of the monsters are extremely rare like Tiona, I should still be able to fill up a quarter of my immortal army with everyone's help,' Thirteen thought before taking out a pen and writing the names of the monsters he wanted to add to his collection.

After he was done, he looked at his list and then started to list out more monsters with unique abilities. He was cross-referencing which abilities would be more useful than the others, and before long, Thirteen had already written four hundred monster names, making him smile bitterly.

An hour later, he had picked out the top 20 monsters out of the 400 he had listed, which he must obtain no matter what.

The abilities of these 20 monsters would become the core abilities of his army, so he decided to look for his Grandfather and have him find these monsters for him.

Of course, he didn't plan to only look for Arthur.

He also planned to look for the Grand Marshal, the Field Marshal, and Renz Elrod.

They would be the ones who would do the hard work for him, while he sat back and waited for his monsters to arrive.

Arthur, who saw Thirteen's list, looked at it carefully before frowning.

"Do you want these monsters dead or alive?" Arthur asked.

"Alive and kicking," Thirteen answered.

"Okay," Arthur nodded before handing the note to Michael. "Deal with it."

"Yes, Father," Michael replied.

After talking to his family, he visited the Grand Marshal and the Field Marshal.

Unlike Arthur, they asked him what they were for.

However, Thirteen only said that he would conduct an experiment that would help them secure their victory.

Of course, that was a lie.

With the forces they currently had, unless all the Rank 8 Monsters united, or one of the Rank 9 Sovereigns personally went to the Northern Regions of the Rigel Continent, their expedition had a high chance of succeeding.

When Thirteen arrived at the Dvalinn Tower to look for Renz, he found Trevor Remington, Moris Smith, and Steven Lockwood chatting with the person he wanted to meet.

"Is there anything you need, Zion?" Renz asked in a calm tone. "I thought you'd meet me tomorrow?"

"Something came up," Thirteen replied. "I will need your help in procuring the monsters in this list."

Renz took the list and checked the monsters that were written on it.

"These monsters are quite hard to find," Renz answered. "But it's not impossible. Is there a deadline for it?"

"Two weeks," Thirteen answered. "I already asked my family and the Central Government for help. I will add you now to the group chat so you'll be updated about which monsters are already found."

Renz nodded in understanding and accepted the invitation that appeared on his communicator.

"Need our help?" Trevor asked. "The more the merrier," Thirteen replied before passing the list to the Monarch of the Remington Clan.

"Interesting choices," Trevor commented. "What are these monsters for?"

"They're necessary for an experiment I plan to do," Thirteen answered. "If we manage to get them before our counterattack starts, we will have a higher chance of taking the Northern Regions."

"Very well. I'll see what I can do." Trevor nodded before handing the list to the two Thrones seated beside him. After finishing his business, the teenage boy left the Dvalinn Tower to look for his subordinates, as well as the Valkyries, who were all training together.

Right now, his 69th Battalion was having Flight Training with the Valkyries.

They were being taught aerial maneuvers and battle formations that were useful in dogfights in the sky.

Thirteen wanted his forces to be proficient on Land, Air, and Sea.

Right now, they had already mastered land battles and were in the middle of their training for aerial battles.

Perhaps after the Northern Regions had been retaken, he would start their training on how to fight at sea.

'I will need to find more resource mines to add to my army's coffers,' Thirteen thought bitterly. 'They would all need two Water Avatars each, which will certainly be expensive. I hope the Dvalinn Federation will give me a Commander Discount when I purchase them.'

Thirteen understood that if he wanted to arm his subordinates to the teeth, he would need to spend money and resources to make it happen. Of course, he was willing to do that because the 69th Battalion was his main fighting force.

Because he was deep in thought, he failed to notice that someone had snuck up behind him. Before he knew it, someone had already covered his eyes from behind.

Thirteen didn't bother raising his guard, knowing that the Main Headquarters of the Dvalinn Federation was the safest place for him in the world.

They had already recognized him as their Supreme Commander, so they wouldn't do anything to harm him. After all, his existence ensured the success of their counterattack against the Jinns and Majins. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Shana?" Thirteen asked with his eyes covered.

"How did you know?" Shana asked as she removed her hands from Thirteen's face. "It's because there are only a handful of people in this place who have the guts to do what you did to me," Thirteen replied.

"Oh?" Shana eyed the teenage boy, who had turned around to face her. "And who are those people?"

"Viola, Sharon, and Louise," Thirteen replied.

Hearing the names of the three Valkyries, Shana couldn't help but shake her head helplessly.

After returning from their fight against the Brain Beetle, the three Valkyries had become just like her older sister, Rianna, and said nothing but praises for Zion.

"What kind of juice did you make those three drink to make them praise you to the high heavens?" Shana asked. "I swear, for a brief moment, I thought that my sister had come here, cloned herself, and wore a disguise to prank me."

"They are just over-exaggerating just like your sister. Pay them no mind," Thirteen replied before shifting his gaze to the mock battle that was happening in the skies between the 69th Battalion and the Valkyries. Shana followed Thirteen's gaze before tapping the teenage boy's shoulder, which made the latter glance at her.

"Thank you," Shana said.

"For what?" Thirteen asked.

"For letting the Valkyries smile again," Shana answered. "Because of your victory over the Brain Beetle, they have redeemed themselves in the eyes of the world, allowing them to once again raise their heads with pride. All of this would not have been possible without your help."

"…"

Thirteen looked at the Saintess of the Central Government, who was looking at him with a smile on her face.

"Shana, there will come a time when you will face hardships in your life," Thirteen said. "When you are confronting an opponent that is stronger than you and your hero party, remember me. "If there is any way I can help, I will lend you my hand. However, every time I help you, you will owe me a favor."

Thirteen raised a finger and smirked. "I already gave you a freebie by restoring the glory of the Valkyries. So next time, it will not be free, okay?"

Shana was surprised by the teenage boy's words, but after thinking about it, she decided that owing Zion a favor in exchange for his help wasn't a bad idea.

"Okay," Shana replied. "You have a deal."

The young lady then raised her hand for a handshake, which Thirteen accepted with a smile.

After shaking each other's hands twice, the two once again looked at the battle in the sky.

Both of them hoped that when this mock battle became a real battle over the skies of the Rigel Continent, their forces would have the upper hand, allowing the majority of the Wanderers and those who were acting as support forces, to return safely to the side of their loved ones.

'After my meeting with Renz tomorrow, I will return to Evuvug's lair,' Thirteen thought. 'I need to find that Cursed Artifact before the battles start in full swing.'

He had interrogated the Brain Beetle, and the latter confirmed that it had seen a metallic chest hidden near its lair.

The Brain Beetle had the chest brought to the treasury, where it stored its spoils of war for display.

Thirteen hoped that the beetles didn't ransack Evuvug's Treasury after their Master had disappeared.

Because if they did, the teenage boy might be facing a threat that was no less dangerous than fighting against the Brain Beetle in its peak state before it gave birth to its egg.