System's POV

391  I Have No Need For Worthless Things! [Part 2]

The meeting continued, and Thirteen raised points of importance, which the people within the conference took seriously.

Even Renz, who was known as a great strategist, felt as if he suddenly gained enlightenment from the strategies the thirteen-year-old presented.

"I'm not going to lie," Thirteen said. "This battle is going to be bloody, and many will die. However, all of you can treat this as preparation for the upcoming invasion of the Cygni Continent.

"Let's face it—the Thrones and Monarchs might be able to deal with Rank 7 Sovereigns when they start pouring out of the gate, but the moment Rank 8 and Rank 9 Monsters appear, everyone would start retreating.

"There is nothing wrong with preserving your own life. After all, no one wants to die. However, if everyone retreats, Cygni will fall. Once that happens, we can only hope and pray that before the same fate befalls the Sirius and Aldebaran Continents, the Monarchs would break through to the next Rank."

After hearing Thirteen's words, the expressions of the Monarchs, who were listening to his explanation, turned solemn.

"Is there really a realm above a Monarch?" one of the Aides of the Remington Clan asked.

"There is," Thirteen replied. "And it's called… Saint."

The teenage boy then scanned the faces of everyone in the room.

"I'm not talking about the Saintess, who is part of the Hero Party," Thirteen replied. "I am talking about the next Rank after Monarch—it's called Saint. After Saint, you have Supreme. Last but not the least, you will have… Celestial."

"How did you even know this?" one of the Elders of the Riggs Family asked. "Are you just making these names up?"

Thirteen shook his head before taking out a book from his Storage Ring.

"This is one of the books I got from the Artemians," Thirteen stated before he flipped its pages and stopped at the page he was looking for. He then used his communicator to translate the words into the Universal Language and projected it in front of everyone.

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< Mortal Rankings >

Rookie

Adept

Apostle

Initiate

Master

Grandmaster

Champion Throne

Monarch

Saint

Supreme

Celestial / Fiend

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< Monster Rankings >

Rank 1

Rank 2

Rank 3

Rank 4

Rank 5

Rank 6

Rank 7

Rank 8

Rank 9

Prince / Archon Nôv(el)B\\jnn

King

Colossi

Fiend / Celestial

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"As you can see, the Ranking doesn't stop at the Monarch Rank," Thirteen explained. "Of course, you can choose to turn a blind eye to this ranking and pretend that the Monarch Rank is the highest Rank a mortal can achieve.

"However, if that is really the case, wouldn't that mean that the Jinns and Majins are guaranteed to rule this world due to the gap in power? If that's the case, all the Wanderers should migrate to Solterra and leave Pangea to its fate."

Once again, the teenage boy scanned the faces of everyone in the conference room and shook his head helplessly.

"I'm sure that some of you have already prepared for that possibility and are already expanding your domain in Solterra as a backup plan," Thirteen added. "Of course, there is nothing wrong with that. Preserving the human race is a valid priority, and migrating to Solterra is one of the methods to do it.

"Perhaps, a day will come when someone will be able to surpass the Rank of Monarch and lead the Wanderers to a new era. Maybe by then, we will be able to return to Pangea and reclaim our lands."

The people in the conference room looked hopeful as they gazed at the teenager, who had a faint smile on his face.

"But I had a talk with the Laplace Demon and The One when they stripped me of my ability to raise my Rank," Thirteen stated. "They said that the moment Pangea falls, all the Wanderers would have the same Fate as me. "They made me an example so that all of you will be able to see the future that awaits you. When the last Continent of this world falls into the hands of the Jinns and Majins, you and I will be the same.

"So take a good look at me. This is the fate of the human race. Even if everyone were to migrate to Solterra, everyone would soon lose power. When that happens, we will become the slaves of the Kings and Queens who are native to that land.

"We will have to bow our heads and serve these new masters because we have lost our value to The One. I still remember the words that The One had told me before I was sent Back here in Pangea. It was…

"I gave the Wanderers powers so that they can protect their world. The moment they lose it is the same day they will lose their right to become a Wanderer. Tell them this, Zion Leventis—I have no need for worthless things."

***

Somewhere in the Celestial Realm…

The One, who was watching Thirteen from the Celestial Realm, couldn't help but scoff. "What kind of weed is this brat smoking?" The One asked. "I never said such a thing!"

"Of course, you didn't," the Laplace Demon replied. "But we can use this."

"Use this? What do you mean?"

"If we make it so that the Wanderers will really lose their powers if Pangea falls, wouldn't they put more effort into protecting it like their lives depended on it?"

The One pondered for a bit before agreeing with the Demon.

Truth be told, the moment Pangea fell, it would lose a big chunk of its Divinity because it was one of the worlds that were under its jurisdiction.

In a way, Thirteen's words were not entirely wrong. If the Wanderers couldn't use the power The One bestowed upon them to protect their world, then what was the point of letting them keep that power?

"I also think that those Monarchs and Thrones no longer wish to stay in Pangea and were planning to migrate to Solterra," Laplace Demon said. "So making them lose their powers as punishment is only fair in my eyes."

"Like Father, like Son," The One asked in a grumbling tone. "I feel like I'm being dragged by them in their schemes."

The Laplace Demon nodded in agreement because it felt the same way.

"Even so, it's a good suggestion—if I have to say so myself," the Laplace Demon commented. "This way, they will be forced to fight whether they like it or not."

"Well, then. Should we make it official?" The One asked.

"Yes," the Laplace Demon replied. "Make it so that all the Wanderers in both worlds know what is at stake."

After making up its mind, The One immediately made an announcement that rang far and wide.

Thirteen, who was about to say more, quieted down because a voice filled with power and divinity spoke inside of the heads of all Wanderers, making their eyes widen in shock. ——————————

"The moment Pangea falls is the moment that all Wanderers will lose their powers! This will be your punishment for not rising to the challenge. I have no need for worthless things!"

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When the announcement ended, everyone's gaze landed on the thirteen-year-old, who spoke the same words a minute ago.

Thirteen remained calm on the surface, but deep inside, he was laughing evilly in his heart.

He didn't expect that The One would really make his threat a reality.

However, that announcement made all the Wanderers, especially the Monarchs who were building their Kingdoms in Solterra, frown.

With the threat of losing their powers if their world fell into the hands of the Jinns and Majins, they now knew that they needed to put more effort into defending their world or suffer for failing it completely.