System's POV

Chapter 676: You Have Ten Minutes



A few days after the Hero Party dealt with the threat of the Tier-2 Dimensional Gate, the registration for the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament finally opened.

Countless Wanderers from the younger generation all flocked to the Sirius Continent, wanting to participate in this grand event.

The Capital City of the Ashford Clan, the Glory City, was jam-packed with people.

Almost all the hotels and other lodging establishments were fully booked. Wanderers who failed to secure some lodging were left with no choice but to either book one in the nearest city or camp in a designated area meant for such purposes.

The members of the Hero Party didn't need to register since they were already Seeded Candidates.

The only ones who needed to register on-site were Mikhail, Shasha, Sherry, and Stella.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Cristopher, Colbert, and the other Squad Captains were also going to register with the help of the Central Government.

"Are you all ready to go?" Thirteen asked.

The four teenagers nodded their heads, confirming that they were ready to leave.

Thirteen then took the lead, bringing them to the Military Helicopter provided for them by the Central Government, which would take them to Glory City.

It would only take them half an hour to reach their destination, which was already quite fast. Given Thirteen's prestige and influence, he believed that it wouldn't take long before the registration of the Wanderers related to him was completed.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

When they arrived at the scene, the staff who was handling the registration politely asked him and his entourage to fall in line like everyone else.

Clearly, they were making things difficult for Zion, making him understand that within the territory of the Ashford Clan, he had to do as he was told.

Thirteen already half-expected that something like this would happen.

Because of that, he used his secret weapon.

"Tell your Patriarch he has ten minutes to let me finish my registration," Thirteen said to the staff. "Otherwise, the Mining Operation the Ashford Clan has in the Rigel Continent will be attacked by three Rank 9 Earth Dragons. If you think I'm bluffing, I'll make you understand who you're dealing with."

The staff's face immediately went pale the moment he heard the teenage boy's threat. This kind of situation was something he had no right to handle. If Thirteen's words actually came true, heads were going to fall, and his head might even be the first to go!

Suddenly, laughter spread in the registration area as a man with short dark-brown hair walked toward Thirteen's group with a smile.

"As expected, the Supreme Commander of the Alliance knows how to have his way."

The man was the supervisor that the Ashford Clan had delegated to handle the registration process of all Wanderers.

This meant that he had the highest authority at the venue, and he would be the one deciding if Thirteen would get his way or not.

The teenage boy glanced at the supervisor and gave him a smile.

"You have eight minutes left," Thirteen stated, not giving a hoot to the supervisor in front of him.

Immediately, the smile on the supervisor's face stiffened, seeing that Thirteen was not giving him any face.

He had already been informed that Zion Leventis was already on his way to the Registration Area with his siblings, so the Supervisor had ordered the staff to make him line up like everyone else.

"I didn't know that the Legendary Zion Leventis would use his influence to bully common people like us," the Supervisor said with a smile. "Don't you even feel guilty that everyone else has to line up, while you use your name to get your way?"

The Wanderers who were all lining up to register also noticed the commotion and paid attention to the words that were being said by the Supervisor.

For them, Zion was a celebrity, so seeing him in real life made them very happy. However, when they heard what the Supervisor was saying, all of them looked at the Supervisor weirdly.

Originally, the one in charge of the Registration Venue intended to rally the masses in order to ruin Zion's reputation.

But instead of the other Wanderers making a ruckus and demanding that the teenage boy line up together with them, they all looked at the Supervisor as if he was some rare species of animal.

"He actually wants to make Zion Leventis line up?"

"Hisss... is he stupid? Does he really want to court death?"

"Brothers, I've seen people shooting themselves in the foot. But this one takes the cake."

"Did the Ashford Clan assign the wrong person for this job? Maybe this guy got kicked by a donkey in the head."

The Supervisor was feeling confident that his plan to bring Zion down a peg was flawless. However, after hearing the comments of the Wanderers waiting in line, he started to think that maybe his plan wasn't as good as he thought after all!

"Last two minutes."

Thirteen's words broke the Supervisor out of his daze, making him break into a sweat.

"P-Please come here, Sir," the Supervisor said in a respectful tone. "We have a special

registration booth for VIP Guests."

Thirteen nodded and followed the Supervisor inside the building.

Mikhail, Shasha, Sherry, and Stella followed behind him.

When they arrived at the venue, the teenage boy pushed a few buttons from his

communicator, while the staff was helping the others register.

"Cristopher, are you guys already on your way here?" Thirteen asked.

"Yes, Sir," Cristopher replied. "We'll be arriving in ten minutes."

"Good." Thirteen nodded. "I'll pick you up after you arrive."

The teenage boy then shifted his attention to the Supervisor and told him that his Squad Captains would be arriving soon, so he better accommodate them as well.

The Supervisor no longer dared to reject the teenage boy's orders and hurriedly commanded his people to receive the members from the 69th Battalion.

While this was happening, Claude Ashford, who was in his office, frowned after hearing the report of his agent, which he had assigned to monitor the Registration Venue.

"That brat sure knows how to get his way." Claude clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He still hadn't forgotten his little incident with Zion at the Auction House several months

ago.

That was the first time someone younger than him called him Peasant, and it truly made his liver itch.