System's POV

Chapter 636: You Will Call Me, Sir [Part 2]



Just as Paimon's fist was about to hit the Death Bat's chest, a palm blocked it and stopped it from moving forward.

"Killing a member of the Order is against the rules of our organization," Metatron said with a smile. "If you want to fight, go to the Battlefield of the Apocalypse. I won't stop any of you even if you tear each other apart."

Paimon, who was still brimming with anger, gritted her teeth and pulled back her fist.

She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Right now, the only thing she wanted to do was to reap Camazotz apart in order to avenge herself.

"You saw what he did to me!" Paimon complained. "What if I challenge him into the Battlefield of the Apocalypse, and he refuses to accept it?"

Metatron glanced at the Death Bat with a frown. "What you did was wrong, Camazotz. So you have no choice but to accept her challenge on the battlefield of the Apocalypse."

"I don't mind," Camazotz replied. "But simply fighting a duel is boring. How about we add some stakes? What do you think?"

"Good!" Paimon chuckled, but her eyes were screaming murder. "The loser will become the slave of the winner. Deal?"

"What kind of slave are we talking about?" Camazotz arched an eyebrow. "Are we talking about a slave that's like a servant following their Master's order? Or... a different kind of slave?"

"Is there a difference?" Paimon sneered. "Don't tell me you're backing out?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I'm not going to back out. I'm just confirming things. So, you mean servant, not slave, right? I don't want you to make excuses when you lose later."

"They're one and the same. You call it servant, I call it slave. There's no difference!"

Camazotz nodded. "Very well. Can Lord Metatron create a contract for this duel? I mean, if I win, I don't want Paimon saying that she refuses to become my servant."

"Okay," Metatron agreed. "Do you accept this condition, Paimon?"

"You bet I will!" Paimon answered. "Let's just get this over with, so I can kill this bastard!"

Without another word, the God of the Apocalypse created a Master and Servant Contract. Both parties placed a drop of blood into it, sealing the deal.

A moment later, Paimon and Camazotz appeared in the Battlefield of the Apocalypse.

The members of the Order all sat down and watched the projection with great interest.

"Do you guys want to place bets?" Kamrusepa proposed.

"Will you be the Banker?" Beelzebub asked with interest.

"Why not?" Kamrusepa replied.

"Good! I will bet on Paimon!"

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

All the members of the Order of the Apocalypse bet on Paimon, with the exception of Kamrusepa.

Since she was the Banker, this meant that if Camazotz lost, she would be the one paying everyone.

Of course, the bets were in the form of rare artifacts and resources that could only be taken from the Treasury of the Apocalypse.

Everyone knew that Kamrusepa had many unique treasures that they could only dream of, so they thought that this was a good opportunity to take some of them off of her hands.

From the beginning until the end, Kamrusepa didn't say a word and even looked depressed on the surface.

This made the other members of the Order of the Apocalypse laugh internally because they thought that she was regretting her decision.

However, they didn't know that Kamrusepa was also laughing internally.

Although she didn't really know why Camazotz suddenly kissed Paimon and even agreed to fight her in a duel, the Majin Princess knew the Death Bat's character inside and out.

Camazotz was someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

This meant that he wouldn't fight a battle that he had no hope of winning, especially if the condition for losing was to become someone else's slave.

Lastly, she could feel an air of confidence in the Death Bat's body, which she found to her liking.

Suddenly, another purple portal appeared, and this time, the youngest member of their organization appeared.

"What are all of you doing?" Thirteen asked when he saw the pile of treasures in front of Kamrusepa.

"Oh, you know, just a few bets on who will win between Paimon and Camazotz," Kamrusepa replied with a smile.

Thirteen blinked once then twice before he shifted his gaze to the projection that everyone was looking at.

"Can I join the betting?" Thirteen asked. "Or is it already closed?"

"It's already closed but..." Kamrusepa hesitated for a bit before nodding in agreement. "I can make an exception for you."

"Since that is the case, I won't make things hard on you, so I'll just bet this Rank 8 Beast Core on Camazotz," Thirteen replied. "What's the payout?"

Kamrusepa smiled. "Three Rank 8 Beast Cores or ten Rank 7 Beast Cores. The choice is yours to make."

Thirteen nodded. "Sounds good."

"Are you not confident in Camazotz's win?" Belzeebub asked. "The two of you are good friends, right? Why don't you add more to your bet?"

For beings like them, a Rank 8 Beast Core was not a big deal. But for someone like Thirteen, it

was a very big deal.

Because of this, they thought that the teenage boy was simply too "poor" to make a proper

bet.

"It's fine," Thirteen replied as he sat down beside Kamrusepa. "Kamrusepa and I are friends. I don't want to make things too difficult for her."

The teenage boy then took out a bag of potato chips and started eating.

He also didn't forget to feed Tiona as well, making the members of the Order look at him

weirdly.

Kamrusepa chuckled internally because she really didn't mind if Thirteen won.

The stronger the teenage boy became, the more formidable their Trinity would be.

Also, since Thirteen bet on Camazotz, that was already a guarantee that the Death Bat would win, which made Kamrusepa happier.

The artifacts in front of her were all very useful, and she wouldn't mind sharing a few of them with her two allies as well.

Inside the Battlefield of the Apocalypse, Paimon hatefully stared at the Death Bat, who was looking back at her with a confident smile on his face.

"I'll make sure that after this battle ends, you will never be able to smile again," Paimon stated as she raised her hand, summoning a whip made out of purple flames.

"Oh, my! How scary~" Camazotz chuckled. "After this battle, I'll make sure that you will call

me Sir."

Paimon sneered but she also understood that talk was cheap.

With a hateful roar, she brandished her whip, which turned into a giant purple flaming

serpent, making Camazotz look down on it in disdain.

He had just defeated an Eight-Headed Serpent Majin King, and this chick was using a serpent

to fight him?

Camazotz found this laughable, so he simply raised his hand and slapped the serpent, making its giant body fall to the side, creating a fissure on the ground.

This unexpected turn of events made Paimon and the other members of the Order of the

Apocalypse look at the Death Bat in disbelief.

Thirteen, on the other hand, smirked. Among everyone present, only he knew that the Camazotz everyone was looking at was no longer the old Camazotz who would cower and hide in the face of someone stronger than him.