Two days after Thirteen entered the 12th Floor…
Thirteen sat cross-legged on the ground while meditating.
He had thought of various strategies on how to defeat the Grievefoot on its home turf, but nearly all of the methods he had thought of required him to make sacrifices.
Although he was confident that he could win, the cost of winning would be the deaths of his subordinates. Naturally, he didn't want that to happen.
What he wanted was a complete and overwhelming victory without the need to sacrifice anyone.
'Have I become weak?' Thirteen thought as he asked himself while deep in thought. 'The past me would have laughed at the current me for worrying too much about the deaths of the monsters under my command.'
The teenage boy couldn't help but compare himself to the System of Cannon Fodders who had defied the System God and fought for the things he believed in, not caring about the consequences of his actions.
