Chapter 70: Man Proposes, But God Disposes
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Chapter 70 Man Proposes, But God Disposes
After the last Condor had been dealt with, Thirteen asked Cristopher to make the Troll rip off the monster's wings so that they could use them as beds and blankets for the night.
Having an Avatar was a game changer, and Cristopher was extremely lucky to get one after their first battle.
With the Troll's addition to their party, a lot of things became much easier.
Knowing that the corpses of the Condors might attract several Monsters, Thirteen asked Cristopher to make the Troll rip off the condor's legs so that they could cook the meat and use their sharp talons as weapons.
As for their bodies, they were dumped hundreds of meters away from the Oasis in order to prevent Monsters from swarming the place to fight over the fresh corpses, whose legs and Monster Cores were taken away from their bodies.
After this was done, Thirteen asked Cristopher for more information about his Avatar. Usually, Avatars had active and passive abilities.
Knowing more about their new ally was of great importance to Thirteen because it would allow the Troll, whom the chubby boy named Brutus, to be part of his strategy when dealing with other Monsters or threats.
Since he couldn't see the stats of the Monster, he had to ask Cristopher to tell him everything he could see from his status screen.
"Young Master, Brutus has the passive ability called Evolver," Cristopher said with a big smile on his face. "He can evolve the same as Wanderers as long as he consumes enough Monster Cores. Isn't he amazing?"
"You lucked out big time, Cristopher," Thirteen replied. "Monsters with the ability to evolve are few and far between. Usually, when people get Avatars, the Monster's rank will remain the same until the end of time."
This was also why Avatar Trading was a very lucrative business in both Solterra and Pangea.
Wanderers who had grown stronger than their Avatars no longer had any need for them.
They were useful in the early stages, but their value diminished greatly in the long run.
This was especially true for Rank 1 Monsters, who would no longer be of use after their Masters had stepped into the Higher Ranks.
"Aside from Evolver, Brutus also has the Guts Ability, which prevents it from dying instantly from one-hit-kills," Cristopher explained. "That is all, Young Master."
Thirteen pondered for a bit before looking at Cristopher with a solemn expression on his face.
"Cristopher, when you clear your First Wandering, remember this," Thirteen said. "Do not show Brutus to Terence. If you do, he would likely force you to hand your Avatar over to him. If you don't want that to happen, make sure that you never let anyone know that Brutus has the Evolver ability. This is for your own good."
The chubby boy nodded his head firmly. He was a bit scared, but he also didn't want to hand his First Avatar over to Terence, who was his true Master.
"Let's sleep," Thirteen proposed. "It has been a tiring day. Just ask Brutus to keep watch and wake us up if it senses any danger in the surroundings."
"Understood, Young Master," Cristopher replied. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
It had truly been an exhausting day, and both children were both physically and mentally drained after their first day in Solterra.
Because of this, it didn't take long for the chubby boy to fall asleep.
Heck, he even started snoring!
Thirteen was in the same boat. As soon as he laid down on the fluffy and comfortable feathers of the Condors they had killed, he fell asleep after half a minute.
"Then I'll erase your memory of him as well. Problem solved, right?" The One proposed.
Thirteen drew in a cold breath before glaring at the Omnipotent Being that governed Pangea and Solterra.
The One talked about erasing the memories of people as if it wasn't a big deal to him. Indeed, such a thing was very easy for a God to do. However, this also made Thirteen feel very cold inside.
The mere thought of people's feelings being erased completely made him remember many unpleasant memories.
As Cannon Fodders, some of his Hosts had suffered this treatment from the Villains and even Heroes.
Their precious memories were taken away from them, making them forget who they really were.
Although they were still alive, they would no longer be themselves and be like blank pieces of paper that someone could write on and program as they wished.
Deus Ex Machina had done the same to Thirteen's current vessel, Zion.
After the five-year-old died and had Thirteen's core planted inside his body, the System God wiped his state clean, removing everything from him.
His precious memories of his family, as well as his current status and abilities.
Deus Ex Machina had erased them all before rewriting it all over again.
"You Gods don't have the right to mess with people's lives like this," Thirteen said coldly.
His entire body was shaking not out of fear but out of anger that came from every fiber of his being.
He was about to say more, but he knew better than to tell a God what they should or shouldn't do.
Blood flowed from Thirteen's lips because he had bitten his lips too hard out of frustration.
Being human had unlocked the limiters on his being.
Although he was calm and collected most of the time, his sudden outbursts of happiness, sadness, and anger were greater than other people because these were the emotions that he wasn't too familiar with.
Taking in deep breaths, Thirteen wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
Instead of being wiped clean, it spread on his face and made him look like a bloodthirsty demon that was out for blood.
"I'm not going to return to Pangea," Thirteen stated. "But since I have been brought to Solterra due to my old man's interference, I want compensation."
The corner of the Laplace Demon's lips curled up into a smirk.
It had been expecting that the brat would demand compensation right from the very start. After all, he already knew how shameless Thirteen was.
Before they summoned Thirteen, they had already discussed this possibility, so they were prepared to at least listen to the boy's demands.
However, listening and agreeing were two different things.
Afterall... Man proposes, but God disposes.
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Chapter 70 Man Proposes, But God Disposes
After the last Condor had been dealt with, Thirteen asked Cristopher to make the Troll rip off the monster's wings so that they could use them as beds and blankets for the night.
Having an Avatar was a game changer, and Cristopher was extremely lucky to get one after their first battle.
With the Troll's addition to their party, a lot of things became much easier.
Knowing that the corpses of the Condors might attract several Monsters, Thirteen asked Cristopher to make the Troll rip off the condor's legs so that they could cook the meat and use their sharp talons as weapons.
As for their bodies, they were dumped hundreds of meters away from the Oasis in order to prevent Monsters from swarming the place to fight over the fresh corpses, whose legs and Monster Cores were taken away from their bodies.
After this was done, Thirteen asked Cristopher for more information about his Avatar. Usually, Avatars had active and passive abilities.
Knowing more about their new ally was of great importance to Thirteen because it would allow the Troll, whom the chubby boy named Brutus, to be part of his strategy when dealing with other Monsters or threats.
Since he couldn't see the stats of the Monster, he had to ask Cristopher to tell him everything he could see from his status screen.
"Young Master, Brutus has the passive ability called Evolver," Cristopher said with a big smile on his face. "He can evolve the same as Wanderers as long as he consumes enough Monster Cores. Isn't he amazing?"
"You lucked out big time, Cristopher," Thirteen replied. "Monsters with the ability to evolve are few and far between. Usually, when people get Avatars, the Monster's rank will remain the same until the end of time."
This was also why Avatar Trading was a very lucrative business in both Solterra and Pangea.
Wanderers who had grown stronger than their Avatars no longer had any need for them.
They were useful in the early stages, but their value diminished greatly in the long run.
This was especially true for Rank 1 Monsters, who would no longer be of use after their Masters had stepped into the Higher Ranks.
"Aside from Evolver, Brutus also has the Guts Ability, which prevents it from dying instantly from one-hit-kills," Cristopher explained. "That is all, Young Master."
Thirteen pondered for a bit before looking at Cristopher with a solemn expression on his face.
"Cristopher, when you clear your First Wandering, remember this," Thirteen said. "Do not show Brutus to Terence. If you do, he would likely force you to hand your Avatar over to him. If you don't want that to happen, make sure that you never let anyone know that Brutus has the Evolver ability. This is for your own good."
The chubby boy nodded his head firmly. He was a bit scared, but he also didn't want to hand his First Avatar over to Terence, who was his true Master.
"Let's sleep," Thirteen proposed. "It has been a tiring day. Just ask Brutus to keep watch and wake us up if it senses any danger in the surroundings."
"Understood, Young Master," Cristopher replied. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
It had truly been an exhausting day, and both children were both physically and mentally drained after their first day in Solterra.
Because of this, it didn't take long for the chubby boy to fall asleep.
Heck, he even started snoring!
Thirteen was in the same boat. As soon as he laid down on the fluffy and comfortable feathers of the Condors they had killed, he fell asleep after half a minute.
"Then I'll erase your memory of him as well. Problem solved, right?" The One proposed.
Thirteen drew in a cold breath before glaring at the Omnipotent Being that governed Pangea and Solterra.
The One talked about erasing the memories of people as if it wasn't a big deal to him. Indeed, such a thing was very easy for a God to do. However, this also made Thirteen feel very cold inside.
The mere thought of people's feelings being erased completely made him remember many unpleasant memories.
As Cannon Fodders, some of his Hosts had suffered this treatment from the Villains and even Heroes.
Their precious memories were taken away from them, making them forget who they really were.
Although they were still alive, they would no longer be themselves and be like blank pieces of paper that someone could write on and program as they wished.
Deus Ex Machina had done the same to Thirteen's current vessel, Zion.
After the five-year-old died and had Thirteen's core planted inside his body, the System God wiped his state clean, removing everything from him.
His precious memories of his family, as well as his current status and abilities.
Deus Ex Machina had erased them all before rewriting it all over again.
"You Gods don't have the right to mess with people's lives like this," Thirteen said coldly.
His entire body was shaking not out of fear but out of anger that came from every fiber of his being.
He was about to say more, but he knew better than to tell a God what they should or shouldn't do.
Blood flowed from Thirteen's lips because he had bitten his lips too hard out of frustration.
Being human had unlocked the limiters on his being.
Although he was calm and collected most of the time, his sudden outbursts of happiness, sadness, and anger were greater than other people because these were the emotions that he wasn't too familiar with.
Taking in deep breaths, Thirteen wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
Instead of being wiped clean, it spread on his face and made him look like a bloodthirsty demon that was out for blood.
"I'm not going to return to Pangea," Thirteen stated. "But since I have been brought to Solterra due to my old man's interference, I want compensation."
The corner of the Laplace Demon's lips curled up into a smirk.
It had been expecting that the brat would demand compensation right from the very start. After all, he already knew how shameless Thirteen was.
Before they summoned Thirteen, they had already discussed this possibility, so they were prepared to at least listen to the boy's demands.
However, listening and agreeing were two different things.
Afterall... Man proposes, but God disposes.
Chapter 70 Man Proposes, But God Disposes After the last Condor had been dealt with, Thirteen asked Cristopher to make the Troll rip off the monster's wings so that they could use them as beds and blankets for the night. Having an Avatar was a game changer, and Cristopher was extremely lucky to get one after their first battle. With the Troll's addition to their party, a lot of things became much easier. Knowing that the corpses of the Condors might attract several Monsters, Thirteen asked Cristopher to make the Troll rip off the condor's legs so that they could cook the meat and use their sharp talons as weapons. As for their bodies, they were dumped hundreds of meters away from the Oasis in order to prevent Monsters from swarming the place to fight over the fresh corpses, whose legs and Monster Cores were taken away from their bodies. After this was done, Thirteen asked Cristopher for more information about his Avatar. Usually, Avatars had active and passive abilities. Knowing more about their new ally was of great importance to Thirteen because it would allow the Troll, whom the chubby boy named Brutus, to be part of his strategy when dealing with other Monsters or threats. Since he couldn't see the stats of the Monster, he had to ask Cristopher to tell him everything he could see from his status screen. "Young Master, Brutus has the passive ability called Evolver," Cristopher said with a big smile on his face. "He can evolve the same as Wanderers as long as he consumes enough Monster Cores. Isn't he amazing?" "You lucked out big time, Cristopher," Thirteen replied. "Monsters with the ability to evolve are few and far between. Usually, when people get Avatars, the Monster's rank will remain the same until the end of time." This was also why Avatar Trading was a very lucrative business in both Solterra and Pangea. Wanderers who had grown stronger than their Avatars no longer had any need for them. They were useful in the early stages, but their value diminished greatly in the long run. This was especially true for Rank 1 Monsters, who would no longer be of use after their Masters had stepped into the Higher Ranks. "Aside from Evolver, Brutus also has the Guts Ability, which prevents it from dying instantly from one-hit-kills," Cristopher explained. "That is all, Young Master." Thirteen pondered for a bit before looking at Cristopher with a solemn expression on his face. "Cristopher, when you clear your First Wandering, remember this," Thirteen said. "Do not show Brutus to Terence. If you do, he would likely force you to hand your Avatar over to him. If you don't want that to happen, make sure that you never let anyone know that Brutus has the Evolver ability. This is for your own good." The chubby boy nodded his head firmly. He was a bit scared, but he also didn't want to hand his First Avatar over to Terence, who was his true Master. "Let's sleep," Thirteen proposed. "It has been a tiring day. Just ask Brutus to keep watch and wake us up if it senses any danger in the surroundings." "Understood, Young Master," Cristopher replied. Visit noveLbin.com for the best novel reading experienceIt had truly been an exhausting day, and both children were both physically and mentally drained after their first day in Solterra. Because of this, it didn't take long for the chubby boy to fall asleep. Heck, he even started snoring! Thirteen was in the same boat. As soon as he laid down on the fluffy and comfortable feathers of the Condors they had killed, he fell asleep after half a minute. "Then I'll erase your memory of him as well. Problem solved, right?" The One proposed. Thirteen drew in a cold breath before glaring at the Omnipotent Being that governed Pangea and Solterra. The One talked about erasing the memories of people as if it wasn't a big deal to him. Indeed, such a thing was very easy for a God to do. However, this also made Thirteen feel very cold inside. The mere thought of people's feelings being erased completely made him remember many unpleasant memories. As Cannon Fodders, some of his Hosts had suffered this treatment from the Villains and even Heroes. Their precious memories were taken away from them, making them forget who they really were. Although they were still alive, they would no longer be themselves and be like blank pieces of paper that someone could write on and program as they wished. Deus Ex Machina had done the same to Thirteen's current vessel, Zion. After the five-year-old died and had Thirteen's core planted inside his body, the System God wiped his state clean, removing everything from him. His precious memories of his family, as well as his current status and abilities. Deus Ex Machina had erased them all before rewriting it all over again. "You Gods don't have the right to mess with people's lives like this," Thirteen said coldly. His entire body was shaking not out of fear but out of anger that came from every fiber of his being. He was about to say more, but he knew better than to tell a God what they should or shouldn't do. Blood flowed from Thirteen's lips because he had bitten his lips too hard out of frustration. Being human had unlocked the limiters on his being. Although he was calm and collected most of the time, his sudden outbursts of happiness, sadness, and anger were greater than other people because these were the emotions that he wasn't too familiar with. Taking in deep breaths, Thirteen wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. Instead of being wiped clean, it spread on his face and made him look like a bloodthirsty demon that was out for blood. "I'm not going to return to Pangea," Thirteen stated. "But since I have been brought to Solterra due to my old man's interference, I want compensation." The corner of the Laplace Demon's lips curled up into a smirk. It had been expecting that the brat would demand compensation right from the very start. After all, he already knew how shameless Thirteen was. Before they summoned Thirteen, they had already discussed this possibility, so they were prepared to at least listen to the boy's demands. However, listening and agreeing were two different things. Afterall... Man proposes, but God disposes.
