The eyes of the leaders of the various Jinn factions gleamed with mild interest as they looked at Thirteen and the two Pocopocos laughing together. The 38 Rank 9 Sovereigns didn't idle around. They strategically spread out, ensuring the area was completely locked down to prevent the teenage boy from escaping. "I've heard a few stories about you," Prince Valen said. "Many hail you as the Legendary Rookie who fought against a Majin Prince and survived to tell the tale. "There was an even more exaggerated story—that you defeated a Majin King. And for you to come here, you are without a doubt the boldest Wanderer I have ever known." "So, you've heard of me," Thirteen replied casually. "As for you… Who are you again?" "Master, he's Prince Egotrip," Pica replied. "What?" Pico blinked. "And here I thought his name was Prince Valery." "Prince Celery?" Pica tilted her head to the side. "Well, he doesn't look edible in my eyes." ""Hahahaha!"" The two Pocopocos and the teenage boy once again laughed, making the corner of Prince Valen twitch. However, he held back, curious why the Supreme Commander of the Alliance had come to the most dangerous place in the world for him. "Good!" said the general of the Skavari Race, General Varrak. "So, you are the one who set up my loyal aide, Vorren, to get ambushed by those cowardly Marten!" "You're right." Thirteen nodded. "He had shown great spirit until the very end. Strength beyond death—truly a fitting war cry for the Skavari Race. It is quite unfortunate he had perished before the true war started." The members of the Skavari who had come to the Conqueror's Summit no longer held back and charged at Thirteen with killing intent. Princess Aracelle forced herself to not come to the teenage boy's rescue, biting down on her lips as the Skavari Elites lunged at her lover with their deadly claws. But the Skavari's attack didn't land on their target. Instead, their attacks passed through him. "What a bunch of dumb rats." Pica sneered. "Did they really think we'll come here to get killed? Idiots!" "Hahaha! I didn't think my impression of you imbeciles can't go any lower," Pico commented. "But I was wrong! You guys are more incompetent than I thought!" Thirteen knew where the meeting would take place, so he had already made preparations beforehand. Everyone was merely looking at his hologram, which he had planted in the venue a day ago. The Skavari then dug at the location where Zion stood and found the artifact the boy had created during his spare time. They then glanced at their General, waiting for further instructions. General Varrak raised his hands, telling his subordinates to not destroy the artifact, which projected the teenage boy's image in front of them. "What do you want?" General Varrak asked. "And how did you know we'll be meeting here?" "Oh, come on. Do you really think such a big event will escape my intelligence network?" Thirteen answered. "Today, I only came to greet you guys before we face each other on the battlefield. "I want you to know who you will be facing and what I'm capable of. You said my exploits are considered merely small victories, and I agree. I mean, defeating a Majin Prince and a Majin King as a Rookie isn't that big of a deal. "After all, they're not even Majin Emperors—like your Ancestor, the Moon Feather Phoenix of Gomorra. That 'Small Bird' is lucky it isn't here right now. If you brought it, I'd skewer it and cook it over an open fire." All the intelligent Jinns looked at the teenage boy in disdain. Cook a Phoenix over an open fire? What a joke! Phoenixes were immune to flames to begin with because they are the flame itself. "Enough nonsense!" General Varrak shouted. "Tell us the real reason you appeared before us!" Thirteen smirked before crossing his arms over his chest. Just as the general had claimed, he had a reason for gatecrashing the summit, the meeting where the Jinn factions determine how the Cygni Continent would be divided among them once they completed their conquest. "You're right." Thirteen nodded. "It's time to stop this farce and tell you guys the real reason I went through all this trouble just to meet you guys. Actually, I came here to look for allies…" Prince Valen and the other leaders of the different factions frowned. At first, they thought they had misheard the teenage boy, but Thirteen spoke once more to clarify himself. "I am looking for dependable allies who wish to live alongside the people of this world," Thirteen stated. "I'm sure not everyone believes they can take a slice of pie. After all, the competition is pretty intense. Is it not? "Then, since you don't have any chances of beating the Skavari, House Pavareth, the Azrakith Court, and the few other powerful Jinn Factions, how about you join my side instead? "I promise that not only will you gain land, but you will also be able to live alongside humans. You have seen our technology, right? Isn't it pretty convenient?" "That's right!" Pica nodded. "If you accept my Master's offer, you Jinns no longer need to poop outside or hide in the bush to take a dump. You can use toilets and even wipe your bum with tissue paper!" "Sis, these country bumpkins sure are lucky," Pico commented. "They can finally stop acting like animals. Even I feel disgusted thinking that that bird monster over there is our distant relative." The Parrot-looking Jinn in the distance shot Pico a glare, but the latter just gazed back at it with a look filled with pity. "Hey, Uncle, why don't you form an Alliance with my Master?" Pica asked. "If you join him, he will guarantee you'll get to eat proper bird food every day!" "That's right!" Pico agreed. "It even has nuts, you know? Not only that, you won't need to compete for territory. We will give you lands! "Real estate for free!" Pica stated. "The epitome of capitalism!" The Parrot Jinn calmed down a bit and even eyed his "distant relatives" as if they had just given it a wonderful proposal. The weaker factions among the Jinns were also shaken by Thirteen's proposal. The majority of them only wished to have a piece of land for themselves, so they could thrive in the new world they were currently in. 'Oh no! He's trying to sow dissension among our ranks!' This was the collective thought of Prince Valen, as well as those who belonged to the strong Factions of Gomorra. All of them might have come to Pangea with various agendas, but their mission was the same. Take over some territory and establish their domain. Not all Factions get along, and some understood that they might be forced to be the servants of others in order to survive or risk being eliminated when the Wanderers were defeated. They had come to this summit to see who would be their competitors, allies, and those who could give them the greatest benefits. Thirteen understood that the Jinns weren't a monolith. He wanted to sow discord so they wouldn't band together to form a bigger threat against the Wanderers. That was the main reason he had come to this summit. And judging by the way some of the Jinns were looking at him, he knew that some of them were starting to waver. All he needed to do was give them all a small push, and they would start dancing on the palm of his hand.