Kamrusepa took out three dice made up of bones and placed it at the center of the table. She then placed several crystals of different colors, forming a hexagon. Thirteen calmly watched as the Majin Princess set up everything she needed for her Divination. A few minutes later, Kamrusepa eyed the teenage boy and offered him a small dagger. "Drop a blood on each dice," Kamrusepa said. Thirteen nodded and obeyed the Majin Princess' words. He didn't even bother to question the process because he was already familiar with it. One of his Hosts also specialized in Divinations, so he understood that they all have different ways on how to glimpse into the future. The only downside of having this kind of ability was that powerful Seers and Oracles wouldn't be able to see their own Fates. Once the teenage boy was done dropping his blood on all three dice, the symbols on their surface started to glow red, indicating that they were now ready to be used for Divination. Kamrusepa picked up the three dice and placed them between her fingertips. She didn't throw them right away. Instead, she raised her hand and pointed it in the direction of the North. "To the North, I ask for blessings so that my voice will be heard," Kamrusepa said before moving her hand to point at the South. "To the South, I ask for guidance so that a Legacy will be told." The Majin Princess then moved her hand to the West and uttered another phrase. "To the West, I ask for leniency so that my eyes may see through the hidden veil," Kamrusepa said softly before pointing to the East, completing the chant of Divination. "To the East, I ask for a miracle so that the vision I seek will manifest in reality." The three dice between her fingers slowly rose up in the air and started to juggle and spin randomly. Golden sparks flashed as they hit each other. This lasted for nearly half a minute before they fell on the table, tumbling across its surface and hitting the crystals that formed a hexagon before returning to the center. The numbers, 1, 7, and 5, shone faintly, which made Kamrusepa shake her head helplessly. "Thirteen, it seems that I am unable to help you," Kamrusepa said. "A higher power is preventing me from peeking into the future and finding a way for you to solve your current crisis." "It's fine," Thirteen replied. "I expected as much. Thank you for your help, Kamrusepa." The teenage boy then stared at the three numbers that added up to the number Thirteen. It was as if the dice were telling him that the only way to solve his problem was for him to solve it himself without relying on the power of Divination. "Is fighting the Majin King part of your mission?" Kamrusepa asked. "It's only one of the options," Thirteen answered. "The other option is to survive for a month." "Then just choose survival," Kamrusepa advised. "You can't hope to defeat a Majin King with your current strength." Thirteen nodded. "I know. I don't really plan on fighting it." "So you say, but I can tell that you're tempted to do it." Kamrusepa smiled. "You like to live your life dangerously, Zion. Perhaps this is also the reason why I found you quite interesting." "Do you have a soft spot for reckless bad boys?" Thirteen arched an eyebrow. "No," Kamrusepa replied. "But I like to watch humans struggle. Especially when they are facing something that seems impossible to overcome." "You have quite a bad hobby." "Well, having hobbies is a good thing." Thirteen then crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. Just like what Kamrusepa had stated, he wanted to see if he could defeat a Majin King using his schemes. When he destroyed the wall, his goal was to let the Jinns deal the finishing blow to King Xanmara and borrow their strength to clear their mission. But something unexpected happened that the teenage boy didn't foresee. A Majin King descended into the world, and it was quite powerful. The Bolts he had used against it would've seriously injured a Rank 8 Sovereign, and even killed them if he managed to catch them by surprise. Although it managed to pierce through the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent's body, it was not enough to kill it. The members of the Parade of the Hundred Demons, who were keeping watch on the Majin King, informed him that the monster had pulled out his bolts, and all the injury it received had already regenerated. These bolts were, of course, coated with Tiona's poison. But whether it would have an effect against a Majin King, even Thirteen didn't have high expectations. He already did what he could've done at that moment, so he shall wait for nature to take its course. After his session with Kamrusepa, he went to look for Metatron and asked him to take him to the place where the Monsters that he had captured were staying. When he arrived, Zed, Evuvug, Gwenn, and the Goblin Emperor all looked at him with serious expressions on their faces. "Zed, do you wish to leave this place?" Thirteen asked the Bird Man, whom he captured first. "If you agree to my condition, I will ask Metatron to free you." "Yes," Zed replied in a heartbeat. "State your condition." "Fight for me just once," Thirteen stated. "I am currently facing a Majin King. It is an Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent. I do not expect you to defeat it. However, with your speed, you will not be able to get hit by its attacks. "All I want is for you to trust me and obey my order unconditionally, even if it sounds unreasonable." "As long as you don't order me to die or commit a suicide attack, I will do it," Zed replied. "But facing against a Majin King is already suicidal. All I need to do is not get hit, right?" Thirteen nodded. "Exactly. So will you do it?" The Bird Man didn't even need to think and nodded in agreement. "How about me?" Evuvug asked. "I want to escape this place as well. Give me the same condition that you gave Zed." "No," Thirteen replied. "You'll just be food for the Majin King. I can't risk you dying at this point in time." The Goblin Emperor, who had been captured by Metatron, also wanted to ask Thirteen to give it a chance for freedom. But the teenage boy only shook his head. Just like Evuvug, the Goblin Emperor didn't have any means to survive a confrontation with a Majin King either. Only Zed, who could fly extremely fast, had a chance to survive such a monster. "Your proposal is good, Thirteen, but do you think that I will agree to it?" Metatron asked with a smile. "I don't know," Thirteen answered. "But I really need Zed's help. Fighting against a Majin King is suicidal, and if he is around, at least I wouldn't have to worry about dying with him to carry me to safety." "Hmm..." the God of the Apocalypse pondered for a bit if he should agree to the teenage boy's proposal. Technically, Zed and Evuvug had no owners. Thirteen caught them using an artifact that Metatron gave him, which directly transported the Rank 8 Sovereigns to the Order of the Apocalypse. But since he had already thought of allowing Thirteen to gain subordinates if he caught more Higher-Ranking Monsters, he decided that it would not be bad to agree to the teenage boy's request. "Very well. I will allow him to leave this place as long as he agrees to your condition," Metatron stated. "Of course, I will bind him using my power to make sure that he doesn't defy your orders." Thirteen bowed. "Thank you, Metatron." After Metatron used his powers to bind Zed to become Thirteen's temporary Beast Slave, the teenage boy returned inside Rocky's Mobile Fortress, alongside the Rank 8 Sovereign that terrorized the Dvalinn Federation several months ago. But when he returned to the Mobile Fortress, he found someone whom he didn't expect to make an appearance. "You really messed up big time, Zion." The Laplace Demon welcomed the boy with his arms crossed over his chest. "Come with me. The One wants to see you." Before Thirteen could even reply, the right-hand man of the God of Wanderers, rested his hand on the teenage boy's shoulder. Then and there, the two of them disappeared right in front of Erica's and Sherry's eyes.