Thirteen eyed the God of the Apocalypse with a calm expression on his face.
On the other hand, Metatron was casually eating a fish cracker.
"You want some?" Metatron asked.
"No," Thirteen replied. "You already know why I'm here."
"No, I don't. How can I know if you don't tell me?"
"Hah…"
Thirteen heaved a deep sigh before glancing at the Rank 8 Goblin Emperor, who was looking back at him anxiously.
Originally, the Goblin Emperor thought that Thirteen was just a weakling he could casually kill without too much effort. Now he knew that reality was different.
Using his uncanny ability to read and predict his opponent's movements, the human boy was able to not only dodge the monster's attacks but also launch his own counterattack.
If not for the fact that Metatron came to stop Thirteen by dealing the final blow, the Goblin Emperor would have been dead by now.
