System's POV-Chapter 903: Metatron’s Gift [Part 1]

"It's been a while since we all last gathered in this room," Metatron said with a smile.

The last time all of them sat around this round table, they had watched Thirteen fight against the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent.

Ever since they witnessed the teenage boy's might back then, they unanimously recognized the young man as one of their members.

They no longer looked down on his rank. After all, though they knew they were strong, even they wouldn't have the guts to fight a Majin King, especially an ancient one who had lived for countless years in the world of Gomorra.

Metatron didn't seem to mind the silence, understanding they were all waiting for him to explain why he had been in such a rush to summon all of them.

"Some of you may or may not know about the weakening of the barrier that protects Solterra and Pangea," Metatron said. "In other words, outside forces will soon be able to freely enter both worlds.

"When I say outside forces, I don't mean only those from Gomorra. Even the ambitious King of Artem is planning to muddy the waters and send his own legion of monsters to take a slice of the pie.

"If left unchecked, they might even monopolize the entire pie. The King of Artem's ambition knows no bounds. After conquering Chandrea, he now set his eyes on places he shouldn't touch."

The God of Apocalypse smiled faintly because he didn't dislike ambitious, greedy people.

For they were the ones who caused the most chaos in the world, making it unstable.

Metatron then gave Thirteen a sidelong glance before he lightly tapped the table, activating a projection of the world of Gomorra.

He then moved his hand to zoom in on a certain region.

Soon, gasps escaped the lips of those who had gathered inside their conference room.

Countless monsters, numbering in the millions, gathered around a Dimensional Gate.

There were many Rank 7 and Rank 8 existences among them.

There were also a handful of Rank 9 Sovereigns waiting patiently.

But the most eye-catching figure in the displayed scenery was the Majin King seated on a throne, overlooking the Dimensional Gate.

Beside him were Majin Princes and Princesses, and from the looks on their faces, they seemed to look forward to seeing the gate's opening day.

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Instead of a time display dropping second by second, the timer on the side of the Jinns was an hourglass.

Words written in an ancient language could also be seen at the center of the gate, telling everyone how many days it would take for the portal to open.

After taking a good look at it, Thirteen frowned as he realized that the countdown timer revealed that the gate would open in seventy-five days.

Similar scenes could be seen all over the world of Gomorra.

There were many Kings and Queens in that world, and each had their own respective territories.

"The invasion from Gomorra is nothing new," Metatron stated. "In fact, your ancestors have invaded this world, too. And to a certain extent, they succeeded. After all, all of you wouldn't be here if that weren't true, right?"

The members of the Order nodded their heads in agreement.

None of them were native to the world of Solterra. They were merely among the soldiers who had been sent to invade the world.

But when the Fiends and Celestial joined the battle, the Jinn Invasion was effectively halted.

Surprisingly, these powerful beings didn't go out of their way to eliminate the Jinns entirely, allowing them to adapt and live in Solterra.

Many believed that Mammon, one of the Fiends, was a former Majin King who had been exiled from Gomorra long before the invasion began.

He then clawed his way to the top and stepped into the ranks of Fiends.

Some hearsays tell that, to contribute to the world as a whole, Mammon decided to make a universal currency, using gold coins as the basis.

The Gold Coins he made couldn't be destroyed or replicated, so counterfeiting them was a lost cause.

As the years passed, Mammon became officially known as the Fiend of greed, wealth, and money, who single-handedly controlled the currency of the world.

It was perhaps due to his contributions that the other Fiends and Celestials spared the Jinn survivors, allowing them to live in the world of Solterra.

"What I'm trying to say is, this impending calamity can be a big opportunity—if all of you are willing to take risks," Metatron said. "As of now, Thirteen's world, Pangea, is slowly being exposed to the greedy, ambitious outside forces.

"Solterra's turn wouldn't take that long, and when that happens, I want all of you to be ready to welcome the new era. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Solterra and Pangea have never been close to being destroyed as it is now.

"The foolish Laplace Demon and The One are now panicking, doing their best to prepare for the worst.

"I don't know what kind of preparations they made during the past few years leading to this moment, but knowing those two, I doubt it will be enough."

An amused chuckle escaped Metatron's lips as he mentioned his two rivals. There was clearly no love between them, which the members of the Order had realized long ago.

"For those who have already made plans prior to this day, I applaud you. Your preparations will now be put to the test," Metatron glanced at Kamrusepa, Camazotz, and Paimon, all of whom looked very calm.

Thirteen, on the other hand, listened to Metatron's words with his eyes closed.

If they didn't know better, they would think that the teenage boy was taking a nap.

'He's not taking a nap, right?' Camazotz wanted to shake the teenage boy seated beside him, who was being stared at by Metatron.

Metatron didn't seem to mind Thirteen sleeping—if that was indeed the case, and continued his announcement.

"Since I'm in a good mood today, I will give you all a gift," Metatron said. "Each of you will be allowed to take anything from the Seventh Layer of the Treasury of the Apocalypse. Think of it as a way of supporting you in this… trying time."

Thirteen, who had his eyes closed since the meeting started, stirred.

"Can we get anything from the Seventh Layer?" Thirteen asked, making sure that the God of the Apocalypse wasn't trolling them.

"Yes, Thirteen." Metatron nodded. "And since you're the weakest among my members, I will even throw in a freebie for you."

Metatron then handed a small ornate box to the teenage boy, which made everyone in the conference room want to shout, "favoritism!"

Of course, none of them actually dared to say such a thing, keeping their complaints in their hearts.

"Open that when you're alone," Metatron said. "Just like I said, it's a freebie. You can still take one treasure from the 7th Layer of the Apocalypse."

The God of the Apocalypse then shifted his attention to the rest of his members and spread his arms wide.

"All of you will enter the 7th Layer one at a time," Metatron declared. "We will start with the first seat and end with the thirteenth seat."

He then made a gesture to Beelzebub to stand up.

"You're going first, Belz," Metatron said. "Remember, you can only take one."

After saying those words, Metatron snapped his fingers, and the First Seat of the Order, Belzeebub, appeared at the 7th Layer, where powerful artifacts waited for their respective owners.

It was a layer even Kamrusepa had not unlocked, as she had only unlocked the 6th Layer of the treasury of the Apocalypse.