System's POV

567  Break All The Walls That Stand Before Me! [Part 2]

High above in the Celestial Realm, Thirteen's First Host calmly sipped the peach blossom wine from a small jug he was holding in his hand. He then looked down on the world of Solterra and sneered at the Eight-Headed Serpent, who had angered the teenage boy whom even he didn't dare to anger.

"This little snake dared to anger Thirteen? Courting death."

The Monkey King took another sip from his jug before burping loudly.

Although he looked harmless and even lazy on the surface, in reality, he was an existence that gave even Gods and Demons a headache every time he made his move. He was not a Hero, for he was too mischievous to be one.

But he was not a Villain because sometimes he did righteous things. But most of all, he wasn't a Cannon Fodder or an Extra.

He was simply Sun Wukong. The Great Sage, Heaven's Equal.

Thirteen's First Host, whom he accompanied on his Journey to the West.

At the end of their journey, the newly born system deemed that the Monkey King no longer needed his assistance, so he bade him goodbye to help other people in the Multiverse.

Sun Wukong's greatest regret was that he hadn't had the chance to reunite with his System, who had chosen to support the weak and helpless Cannon Fodders, a stark contrast to him, whom even the Gods didn't wish to offend.

But when Thirteen's Soul Core was placed on the body of a boy who recently died, Sun Wukong finally sensed his presence.

At first, he thought that he had made a mistake. But watching Thirteen's journey from beginning to end, a feeling he had never felt before sprang up from his chest.

Because of this, he waited until the Guardians of the Celestial Realm were away before he descended to Solterra to have a talk with his System, whom he hadn't seen for thousands of years.

"Since you plan to defy Fate, I will help you just once." Sun Wukong promised. "No matter where you are, no matter what you need—call for me, and I will come running! It doesn't matter if you are fighting against the Gods or fighting against the Heavens. I will be with you, as long as you shout my name."

That was the promise he made to Thirteen before they parted ways, and now, the teenage boy held the Monkey King's weapon in his hands and harnessed its power.

"Break all the walls that stand before me!" "Ruyi Jingu Bang!"

Sun Wukong laughed out loud the moment his giant golden staff smashed the body of the Majin King, pinning it on the ground so hard that it flattened like a pancake.

But he knew that the battle was far from over.

Even so, he felt pity for the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent because its suffering would only be prolonged because of its strong regeneration ability.

The Monkey King raised his wooden jug as if to offer a toast to Thirteen, who now possessed the power of the Monkey King.

Although he could only use this power once, he no longer cared.

The only thing on his mind was to offer Orochi's life as an offering to the Honey Badger, who protected the teenage boy with his life.

Leon, who was the first to recover from the blast, was sent flying for over a mile. Even so, he could still see the gigantic staff that had struck the Majin King, whom he and the other Wanderers couldn't even put a scratch on.

One by one, the Wanderers and the Monsters who were supporting Zion, recovered their bearings and looked at the teenage boy, who was holding the gigantic staff as if it was nothing.

"It's too early to sleep," Thirteen said icily as he once again raised the divine staff in his hand, preparing for another strike. "I won't stop until I'm satisfied!"

Without a shred of mercy, Thirteen repeatedly swung the giant staff on Orochi's body.

With each strike, the Majin King could only cry out in pain as a crater, with it at the center, slowly expanded with each strike that was filled with vengeance.

Out of desperation, Orochi thought of an idea and burrowed to the ground in order to escape.

Thirteen sneered as he somersaulted in the air, reaching hundreds of meters in the sky before retracting the staff to its original size. "Even if you hide at the ends of the world, you're not going to escape from me," Thirteen's voice, filled with killing intent, reached the fleeing Eight-Headed Serpent. "Reject humanity!" Thirteen thrust the staff into the ground, once again increasing its length and size to gigantic proportions.

"Return to Monke!"

Another earth-shaking explosion spread across the battlefield as Ruyi Jingu Bang pierced through the ground, hitting the serpent dead center and pinning it down without mercy.

Even with its powerful regeneration abilities, the power of a Divine Weapon couldn't be ignored.

The Majin King's internal organs ruptured and bled with each strike, making it feel pain beyond its wildest dream.

Without warning, Thirteen scooped up the Majin King like an earthworm and threw him to the sky.

A moment later, sounds similar to loud thunderclaps, accompanied by shockwaves, blew away the clouds in the sky as Thirteen struck the pitiful Majin King like a tennis ball without stopping.

Sending pieces of its scales, flesh, and blood raining down toward the ground.

"What sorcery is this?!" Drazzat, who could no longer understand what was happening, gasped out loud. A few minutes ago, all of them were just a step away from dying, but now, the powerful Majin King, whom they couldn't even defeat even if they all worked together, was being treated like a ragdoll by the teenage boy, who suddenly gained a power that far surpassed that of the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent.

"No one will believe me if I tell them this story when I return," David said softly, making the Apostles behind him nod their heads in agreement.

The Earth Dragons, who had accompanied Thirteen to Solterra, sighed in relief for having the insight to stop all hostilities with the teenage boy in the Rigel Continent.

Now that they were seeing how effortlessly Zion was dealing with the Majin King, their respect, fear, and admiration of him grew by leaps and bounds.

Camazotz, on the other hand, raised his middle finger and pointed it at his partner in crime.

The armor that he treasures was now in tatters, and its effects had already diminished.

"F*ck you, Thirteen!" Camazotz shouted in anger and sadness. "Bring back my armor!"

Suddenly, a chill ran down the Death Bat's spine as a giant Golden Staff descended in his direction, intending to swat him to oblivion.

"F*ck!" Camazotz could only curse out loudly and try to fly away with all its might.

However, the end of Thirteen's staff smacked the Death Bat's bum, and sent him flying to kingdom come. A few seconds later, the ground shook as Orochi's massive body fell from the sky.

Blood seeped out from all of its orifices, and its body was battered and beaten.

Its flesh seemed to have been ruptured from the inside out due to Thirteen's merciless strikes, and even the monster's superior regeneration ability was unable to keep up.

In fact, after sustaining injuries that had reached the limit of its regeneration threshold, Orochi's body stopped regenerating completely.

"S-Stop!" Orochi pleaded. "I concede! Spare me!"

Thirteen's reply was simply raising his staff for another merciless strike.

With a forward thrust that was faster than the speed of sound, the golden staff pierced through the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent's body, making Beelzebub, who was watching from the Domain of the Apocalypse, drop the wine glass he was holding in his hands.

His eyes were shaking due to shock and disbelief, which everyone in the Order was feeling right now.

Evuvug, Gwenn, and the Goblin Emperor, whom Thirteen had decided to call Yolo, were also watching the battle from beginning to end.

As their gaze landed on the teenage boy who stood at the tip of the golden staff with his arms crossed over his chest and looking down on the Majin King on the ground, the three of them made a vow in their hearts.

They would not offend Thirteen no matter what because if they did, they should prepare themselves for a fate that was worse than death.

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