Giga Chad and Rocky stared at each other for nearly half a minute before the two monsters exchanged a high five with their claws and tails.
Since Rocky was now part of his team, Thirteen introduced him to everyone to make sure that the Rocky Bal-Boa wouldn’t treat them as a snack when the seven-year-old wasn’t looking.
“This is Blacky and his Family,” Thirteen said. “And this is…”
“His name is Hercules,” Cristopher commented from the side.
“Hercules?” Thirteen blinked once then twice as he looked at the Obsidian Tiger Beetle, who had become one of Cristopher’s Monster Slaves.
The Giant Black Beetle was a Rank 3 Monster with a very tough shell. Thirteen’s original plan was to dismantle the monster for its body parts, and craft a sturdy shield that the Ogres could use.
However, after Cristopher nursed the giant beetle back to health, the two got along well.
This made Cristopher very hesitant to have it killed, and dismantled for its monster parts.
‘Um, maybe this Beetle is also a Brute Type Monster since Cristopher and it got along well,’ Thirteen mused. ‘Well, I guess it’s not a problem.’
Since his right-hand man didn’t want to kill the Obsidian Tiger Beetle then he didn’t mind letting Cristopher have his way.
The Giant Beetle wasn’t just known for its strong defense.
It was also a very aggressive monster, and its bite was just as strong, if not stronger than the Hyenas, who had now made the Furvus Grasslands their new territory.
Having the beetle to protect Cristopher was also a good strategy since he didn’t want the chubby boy anywhere near the front lines.
After introducing Rocky to the team, the Rocky Bal-Boa burrowed itself in the ground, where it would hide itself until Tiona called for it.
Percival and the rest of the Tigerkin Slaves were currently talking to Dixon, and the other Tigerkin warriors that Norris had delivered to the warehouse an hour ago.
Thirteen had already explained the situation to Percival, but the Tigerkin still sought out Dixon and the others to confirm whether his temporary master was telling him the truth.
Truth be told, he was surprised when he saw Dixon, and his scouting party arrive at the warehouse, alongside the other Tigerkin Warriors.
Dixon was also Percival’s Martial Arts Trainer when he was still safe within the walls of Karabor City.
So, when the two of them met, both were extremely happy because it had been a long time since they had last seen each other.
Perhaps feeling that he was now safe with the people he grew up with, Percival told them all the hardships he encountered in Zion’s hands, making Dixon, Armand, Thane, and Alina blink their eyes in confusion.
Thirteen had told them that he was Percival’s best friend, who gave the Tigerkin food scraps whenever their Master treated him ill.
The more they heard their Young Master’s complaints, the more they realized that everything that Thirteen had told General Stark, and Lady Briella was a lie.
Dixon and his party didn’t know if they should laugh or cry because even if they wanted to spank Thirteen’s bum to oblivion, they couldn’t do it because they were now his slaves!
“He got us good,” Dixon said bitterly. “He played us well.”
Armand, Thane, and Alina, could only sigh helplessly after understanding that they couldn’t punish Zion for his wrongdoings.
“Don’t worry, Percival,” Alina patted her Young Master’s head. “Zion is not as bad as you think he is. I’m sure that he will not mistreat you now that we’re here.”
But, as soon as Alina finished talking, Thirteen walked up to their group and placed his hand on his waist.
“Taiga, go and clean the toilets,” Thirteen ordered. “I want them to be sparkly clean. If I’m not satisfied with your work, I’ll let Giga Chad give you a good spray.”
Before Dixon could even confront the seven-year-old for treating their Young Master like a slave, Percival sprinted towards the toilet as if his tail was on fire.
Thirteen’s Hero in training would rather clean the toilets than suffer Giga Chad’s Giga Destroyer, which would make him feel miserable for three days.
“Dixon, I have a rule and that is those who don’t work, don’t eat,” Thirteen said in a bossy tone. “Go and help the Ogres and Troll to make arrows. Armand and Thane will help the Ogres make weapons. Alina… um, you can help Jasmine and Ariel cook our lunch. Everyone, hustle, we have a lot of things to do.”
Dixon crossed his arms over his chest and didn’t budge from his spot.
All the other Tigerkins, especially those that came from Lord Paven’s personal security team, looked at this scene with amusement.
They wanted to know if Dixon would truly ignore Thirteen’s words because depending on how things turned out, they could also do the same.
“Zion, I came here to help you,” Dixon stated. “I didn’t come here to be ordered like a slave.”
“Um? You said that you’ve come to help me, but refuse to make arrows for our future operation?” Thirteen eyed the Tigerkin, who was looking down on him due to their height difference.
“I will only help when it comes to fighting,” Dixon declared. “I refuse to be treated as a slave.”
“Oh, really?” Thirteen sneered. “Then kneel before me.”
As soon as Thirteen gave an absolute order, Dixon felt a very strong compelling order to obey his words. However, since he was a Champion, he held his ground, and endured the pain in his head, while gritting his teeth.
After a minute, he managed to shake off the command using his willpower, but it came with a price.
He was now suffering a terrible headache, which made him feel as if his head was being split in half.
Thirteen wasn’t surprised that Dixon was able to resist his order, because he already expected it.
The reason why he was doing this was due to the fact that he knew that his new Tigerkin Slaves would alo refuse to listen to his orders.
Since that was the case, he needed to set an example to make all of them understand who was the one calling the shots in this place.
“How does it feel to defy my orders?” Thirteen asked in a teasing tone.
“Zion, don’t go too far!” Dixon growled at the seven-year-old, who still had a composed look on his face.
“It seems that you still don’t understand your situation,” Thirteen sneered before moving to the side. “Giga, let him taste your Giga Destroyer!”
Giga Chad, who had been informed beforehand what he needed to do, turned around and raised his tail.
A second later, Dixon and the rest of the Tigerkin saw a terrifying scene, where a yellow spray descended upon the rebellious Scouting Captain, making him roll on the ground, screaming in pain.
It didn’t take long before an extremely pungent smell reached their senses, making them vomit on the spot.
All of them then looked at the seven-year-old in horror because they didn’t expect that he was capable of doing something very inhumane.
“Who’s next?” Thirteen asked, while scanning the faces of the Tigerkins, whom he had ordered to help with the weapon production in the warehouse.
Armand and Thane ran towards the location where the Trolls and Ogres were working non-stop to make weapons and arrows that everyone would use when they started their operation.
Alina also made herself scarce.
As a girl, she never wanted to be on the receiving end of Giga Chad’s spray, so she dutifully obeyed Thirteen’s order, and rushed off to help Jasmine and Ariel do the cooking.
The other Tigerkins also went to work and helped the Trolls and Ogres make weapons for the little devil, who was eyeing them with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.