System's POV

Chapter 678: Where’s My Knife?



Thirteen helped Vincent set up his tent, and the two went to fish together.

The teenage boy didn't know what he should feel around the young man. Was this Vincent his former host, or someone who just looked like him?

Although they have a lot of similarities, the name included, Thirteen knew that the

probability of meeting the reincarnation of his former Host was as low as finding the exact same fish in the wide ocean.

It was harder than finding a needle in a haystack, and Thirteen didn't dare to assume things, especially now that he had a human heart.

Just the thought of him making the wrong assumption was enough to make his heart ache, so he didn't, he couldn't, and he wouldn't assume things just based on facial features.

"I'm really glad I decided to camp here," Vincent said with a smile as he sat beside Zion on a log beside the river. "To think I will be fishing with the famous Zion Leventis.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Oh, my sister was also very happy when I told her that I got your autograph. I even sent her a picture of us together. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Thirteen replied.

"That's good." Vincent nodded. "By the way, why are you all alone here? Are your brother and sister not here?"

"My brother and sister are at a friend's house," Thirteen answered. "They will come when the time for the preliminaries starts."

"I see." Vincent smiled. "How unfortunate. Looks like my luck isn't good enough to meet your sister, Lady Shasha. I'm part of her fan club, and I'm member number 69!"

Thirteen blinked once, then twice. For a brief moment, the thought of throwing Vincent into the river flashed through his mind.

Fortunately, his self-control was firm, so he just smiled faintly at the young man, who was talking passionately about Thirteen's sister.

"Um, does she have a boyfriend?" Vincent inquired.

"She has many admirers and suitors," Thirteen replied. "But she doesn't have any boyfriends right now."

Vincent did a fist pump after hearing the teenage boy's reply.

Seeing his reaction, Thirteen smiled faintly before turning around to talk to Tiona.

"Tiona, where's my knife?" Thirteen asked.

As if already prepared for this moment, Tiona's tail, which was coiled around a kitchen knife, approached Thirteen's hand.

The black snake handed the knife to her Master without any hesitation.

"... Zion, why are you holding a knife?" Vincent, who suddenly felt that something was wrong, asked while chuckling nervously.

"Oh, this?" Thirteen stabbed the knife beside the bucket, where he planned to place the fish that he would catch. "I'm just testing if it's sharp enough. It's best to be prepared for everything, right?"

Vincent once again chuckled nervously before deciding to not mention anything about Shasha anymore.

A few minutes later, the two once again started talking about the upcoming tournament. "According to my friends, this elimination round is going to be a survival challenge," Vincent stated. "Since there are thousands of participants, they planned to divide them into ten groups. Each group will then enter the Great Forests and Hidden Valleys that belonged to the Ashford Clan.

"The top ten survivors of each group will advance to the next round. It will be a bloody battle with thousands of Wanderers fighting at the same time. I'm sure that the smarter ones are going to hide until the others are eliminated."

"That might not be possible," Thirteen replied. "The Central Government is going to collaborate with the Ashford Clan, and they are going to give bracelets with tracking devices to all candidates.

"Every five minutes, a scan of the surrounding area will commence. The candidates will be able to see the location of the other Wanderers. Although they can hide at the start, they won't be able to hide forever."

Vincent smirked. "This plan is not bad. Whoever thought of it is a genius."

Thirteen smiled faintly because he was actually the one who devised this plan. Also, he is the one in charge of monitoring the candidates.

He knew that the Ashford Clan would do something during the tournament, so he planned to do his best in his own way to prevent unnecessary casualties and accidents from happening.

Of course, he understood that the Ashford Clan might have hired Wanderers in order to target certain individuals like his siblings.

But he had already made plans for such scenarios.

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guess I need to also add this guy to the plan,' Thirteen thought. 'He might be one of the targets of the Ashford Clan this time around.'

The Osborn Family was one of the Ten Prestigious Families.

However, they had close ties with the Central Government.

Because of this, they were not among the allies of the Ashford and Stallard Clans, who had formed an alliance in the Sirius Continent.

If not for the fact that they were afraid of the Grand Marshal of the Central Government, the two Monarch Clans would have definitely worked together to force the Osborn Family into submission.

An hour later, the two managed to catch a few fish for their lunch.

Thirteen cleaned them up, while Vincent prepared the grill for their barbecue.

Vincent had volunteered to cook the fish, which disappointed Thirteen greatly. He wished to show his culinary expertise to the young man and make him taste something that would make him go to heaven.

Soon, the smell of grilled fish spread in the campsite.

But just as they were about to finish cooking, Thirteen saw two people walking in their direction, which greatly surprised him.

"What are the two of you doing here?" Thirteen asked as soon as he saw Erica and Sherry.

"I don't feel safe leaving you alone to handle your stuff," Erica replied before shifting her gaze to the handsome young man with long blonde hair and red eyes, making him look like some kind of noble vampire. "Who's this?"

Before Thirteen could even answer the question, Vincent made a gentleman bow towards

Erica.

"My name is Vincent Osborn," Vincent said, "It's a pleasure to meet the Great Sorceress of the Hero party, Lady Erica."

"You're THAT Vincent?!" Erica looked at the handsome young man with wide eyes. "That playboy from Freedom City, who was rumored to have hundreds of girlfriends?"

Thirteen, who was listening to the side stiffened after remembering some flashbacks of the distant past.

If this young man truly had hundreds of girlfriends like Erica had mentioned, it was indeed likely that the Vincent right in front of him might also be the same Vincent that he had known

hundreds of years ago.