System's POV
chapter-144

"Grrrrr!"

The Warsor Black Hound, which was locked up inside the cage, growled at the seven-year-old, who was looking at it with an amused look on his face.

Ever since Thirteen's group returned to the base, the child had been looking at the Rank 3 Monster, admiring its long, silky hair.

He had asked for Adira's help in plucking one of its hairs so that he could change the string of his bow to something more powerful.

After the hound's hair was attached, Thirteen tested it immediately to test the effective range of his attacks.

Due to his small body and current strength, Thirteen couldn't draw the bowstring to its fullest capacity, allowing his maximum range to only hit up to 300 meters.

However, if he embedded the end of the bow to the ground, using it as support, and leaned his body as far as he could, his arrow could fly up to 700 meters, without a problem.

Now that he had found one of the Creatures he was looking for, he intended to hunt the two other Monsters on his list—the Obsidian Black Beetle, which usually hunted at night, and the Red Eyed Salamander, which hunted during the day.

"You don't like me, do you?" Thirteen asked the Black Hound, whose growl was making Cristopher feel very anxious.

"Grrrr!"

"I see. I'll make you like me soon." Thirteen chuckled. "Giga, fire away."

The Chad Skunk turned around and raised its tail, making the Black Hound's hair all stand up on end.

A moment later, a vile spray hit the helpless Monster who was trapped inside the cage, making it roar in anger and frustration.

Giga Chad didn't add any irritants to his attack this time. He only used his stink spray, which was more than enough to make a Creature that had a very strong sense of smell, suffer terribly.

Percival and the other Tigerkin, whom Thirteen named P1, could only look at the Rank 3 Monster with pity. After all, it was up against a boy who was worse than a devil.

After getting a dose of Giga Chad's smelly fart, the poor Hound desperately howled repeatedly as if telling all the Monsters in the surroundings to not allow themselves to be captured by the bastardly little boy, who was clearly enjoying its suffering.

"You and I will get along, Zion," Adira said. "Both you and I like to make others suffer."

Thirteen neither denied nor confirmed Adira's statement because he did what he needed to do in order to achieve the goal that he had set out to do.

"Young Master, they're almost done with the digging," Cristopher reported after checking the progress of the Slaves. "What should I tell them after they're done?"

"Tell them to eat and rest for a few hours," Thirteen replied. "They'll need the strength just in case some nasty buggers creep toward our camp tonight."

The seven-year-old was making the Warsor Black Hound howl on purpose. It scared off the small fries while getting the attention of other Black Hounds in the surroundings, hitting two birds with one stone.

These monsters had a strong bond with each other, so if one of them were hurt or captured, the others would try to at least see if they could rescue them.

The Black Hound was very smart, but it was facing an opponent that it had never encountered before.

The mental trauma that Thirteen was inflicting on it was enough to make it lose its mind and ask for its brethren's help, drawing it closer to the boy's trap.

But it was not only the Warsor Black Hounds that the howling was attracting.

It was also attracting something else—something that Thirteen had already thought to be possible but still took the chance to draw in.

Vassago, who was currently circling the skies and eyeing their surroundings, was looking for a particular Monster that might pose great trouble to their party.

It was none other than the Golden-Eyed Hyenas, who also frequented the Furvus Grasslands to hunt for prey.

Unlike the other normal monsters, Thirteen had no intention of capturing them.

No, he planned to let Cristopher kill them.

Jinns are the natural enemy of Wanderers.

Although the chubby boy's drop rate was very low when fighting against regular monsters, there would be a substantial increase in his drop rate when fighting against Jinns, as long as their Ranks weren't that far apart.

Wanderers hunting Low-Ranked Jinns would not benefit from these item drops.

But Wanderers hunting Jinns whose ranks were higher than theirs was a different story.

With Cristopher still not stepping into the threshold of a Rookie, it was possible for him to get a fifty-fifty chance of acquiring an item after killing a Rank 2 or Rank 3 Jinn.

In the end, Thirteen's true subordinate was Cristopher, not Rianna. He didn't know Rianna's background, so he couldn't trust her fully.

However, that didn't mean that he would not share with her the spoils of his hunt.

In fact, if not for the fact that she was busy leading her Hunting Party, Thirteen would have brought her with him and allowed her to land the killing blow on the monsters that they would hunt because her luck was higher than Cristopher's.

Also, Rianna wasn't greedy.

The seven-year-old knew that she would gladly hand over any items that she received from the hunt as long as he asked nicely.

'It's quite unfortunate that she needed to lead Harry and the others,' Thirteen thought. 'Still, I pity him. Those three stooges will definitely think of him as their rival for Rianna's affection.'

Thirteen had been there when Rianna's Hunting Party was about to head to the Houdini Desert.

Rufus, Eren, and Jeane were giving Harry the 'don't even think about getting close to her' gaze when the scion from the Remington Family joined them for an expedition.

'Rianna is getting too popular with the boys,' Thirteen chuckled internally. 'This is a good thing. It will be easier to make them follow orders this way.'

The seven-year-old then whispered something in Giga Chad's ear, making the Chad Skunk nod its head in understanding.

It then walked toward the cage of the Warsor Black Hound, the sight of which made the Rank 3 Monster panic.

Its howls became louder and more desperate as it shouted for its comrades' help.

Since the Furvus Grasslands was mostly quiet, with all the creatures living in it having mastered the art of being lowkey, the Black Hound's call for help could be heard from more than a mile away.

Soon, several Monsters slowly made their way toward the location of Thirteen's camp, and their movements didn't escape the eyes of the Pocopoco, who was now on his way back to his Master to report the approach of the guests who were coming to join them for an early dinner.