System's POV

Chapter 1474: I Am The Thirteenth Son Of Heaven [Part 2]

"Just where is that confidence of yours coming from?" Baal asked sincerely. "Tell me, Thirteen. How are you able to say such inspiring words? Even my heart is starting to believe that you can make your words a reality."

"You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you," Thirteen answered.

"Try me," Baal replied.

The System of Cannon Fodders gazed at the Majin King, who was looking straight back at him.

"I am a son of a very powerful God," Thirteen replied. "And I rebelled against him, which led to my death. To teach me a lesson, he implanted my Soul Core into a dying boy. He thinks I should experience what it’s like to be powerless, so he stripped all my powers and sealed them completely.

"He probably thinks I can learn a lesson from being a weak human at the mercy of beings more powerful than me. But as you know, not only did I survive, I also thrived in both Solterra and Pangea. Tell me, Baal, what are the chances of an ordinary Rookie winning against Arundel the Destroyer?"

"None," Baal replied. "A Rookie is just a slightly stronger human, and a Majin Prince can easily kill him without expending too much effort."

"And yet, I am here," Thirteen answered. "I became the thirteenth member of the Order of the Apocalypse. After that, I faced off against the Artemians..."

"But you got help from others," Beelzebub commented. "You also got lucky."

"True, but both luck and the help I received were part of the power I gained with my own hands," Thirteen stated. "Camazotz and Kamrusepa joined my Trinity, and as allies, they decided to help me in my battle.

"Of course, both of them had hidden agendas when they approached me. But so what? All of you here didn’t rise to your position by being a goody-two-shoes. In this kind of world, kind and righteous people are the first to die. I am no martyr, and I don’t do charity."

Camazotz scratched his cheek, knowing Thirteen was right. When he approached him for the first time, he had his own agenda. But after spending time with him, the teenage boy’s boldness, courage, and determination rubbed off on him.

This transformed Camazotz into a different person. Someone who no longer feared the strong and bullied the weak.

Had he remained the old Death Bat whom Thirteen had met the first time the young man arrived in the Order of the Apocalypse, Camazotz wouldn’t have the courage to fight against Dumah, the Celestial of Silence!

Camazotz had come a long way, and Thirteen was proud of his growth.

"I will not mention the part when I fought against the Majin King," Thirteen added. "All of you had wielded Divine Artifacts in the last battle. You should already understand what it’s like to use them against enemies more powerful than you."

Everyone in the room acknowledged Thirteen’s words. They were also surprised at how powerful they became after wielding the Divine Artifacts that Metatron had loaned them.

"Also, I will not include the part where I insta-killed three Demigods and their minions," Thirteen stated. "Even though that’s also part of my strength since I built Athena all by myself."

Another round of silence descended inside the room. They had almost forgotten that Zion had indeed killed three Demigods. None had escaped death despite being extremely powerful beings.

"But this time, we won’t just be fighting against Demigods," Thirteen declared. "We will be fighting against Gods."

The Death Bat almost fell off his throne after hearing Thirteen’s declaration.

"D-Didn’t you just say that you are the son of a powerful God and you fought against him, which led to your death?" Camazotz asked.

"Yes," Thirteen replied.

"So how powerful is the God we are going to face?" Camazotz inquired.

"Slightly weaker than my father, but has a greater army than my father."

"So, when you mean slightly, that means he won’t win against your father in a one-on-one battle?"

Thirteen smirked, finding the question very funny. The System God could calculate every move you could think of before you could even do it.

The only way to defeat him was to overpower his calculations. For example, he could predict that his enemy would land a blow on his face in the next five seconds.

Unless the enemy could land that blow faster than the System God’s calculation, the chances of them landing a hit were zero.

The reason why Thirteen had an edge against his father was that he had the blessing of the Skip God.

If the System God and Thirteen had the same power level, there was no way that his no-good father would win against him in a one-on-one battle.

But if the God of the Infernals and the System God fought, Thirteen was certain that his father would win hands down.

"My father won’t lose to the God of the Infernals," Thirteen declared. "And neither will I."

"Damn... you almost made me believe you. But you just had to say you won’t lose against a God, so now I now feel anxious." Camazotz sighed. "By the way, do you have a trump card in this battle? Usually you have one, right? Like that beam that insta-killed the Demigods."

Thirteen nodded. "I can use that beam attack one last time."

The members of the Order of the Apocalypse looked hopeful after the teenage boy said that he could use his trump card.

"But that’s it," Thirteen added. "Once I use it up, it’s out of ammunition."

"Oh, give me a break..." Camazotz facepalmed. "Well, can that beam attack kill a God?"

"No." Thirteen shook his head. "That beam won’t even scratch him."

"Then does that mean you have another way to defeat a God?" Beelzebub asked. "This is the most important question."

"I know the rules that bind them," Thirteen explained. "Did you ever wonder why the God of Wanderers didn’t personally make a move when Solterra was invaded? That’s because even Gods have rules to follow. The God of the Infernals can’t actively join the fight unless a requirement is met.

"And even if they use force or tricks to meet those conditions, the Gods of this world are no pushovers either."

If anyone were paying close attention to Metatron, they would have seen the corner of his lips rise ‌by a fraction.

He was the God of the Apocalypse. If anyone thought they could just waltz inside his house without any invitation, they would experience something they would regret for the rest of their lives.