System's POV

Thirteen, who was listening to the meeting earlier, smirked because David's proposal was indeed good.

The only reason why he said that two squads should work together on the lower floors was to allow everyone to have a chance to hone their fighting skills further.

But having two hundred Wanderers per team wasn't a bad thing either. This way, they would be able to react to stronger enemies and beat them by using their battle formations.

They had already mastered this to a certain extent after constant battles against Hordes of Monsters.

"Still, the 9th Floor will still be very difficult even with four squads per team," Thirteen muttered to himself.

Currently, T1, O1, and O2 were teaming up against a Rank 6 Sovereign, which was also the Boss Monster of the 9th Floor.

The rest were busy dealing with the Rank 5 Alpha Monsters and the Rank 4 Monsters under their command.

Rocky didn't join the battle and simply watched his comrades fight, with his Master sitting on top of his head.

Thirteen was now feeling exhausted due to the non-stop battles, so he decided to sit this one out.

"Don't kill the Boss, okay?" Thirteen reminded the Troll Warlord and the two Ogres. "We'll leave it for the Hero Party deal with. Just injure the Boss enough, so they would not be too hard-pressed in their battle against it."

The Rank 6 Sovereign was a Steel Golem, which was not only very strong but very sturdy as well.

This monster was six meters tall and packed a powerful punch, which made even the Ogres feel a world of pain.

Its subordinates were composed of Iron Golems (Alpha Monsters), Bronze Golems, and Earth Golems.

Normal weapons were not effective against such monsters.

But Adamantine-Grade Weapons stood a chance.

Lastly, those with Elemental Abilities like Erica were very strong against such monsters.

The only problem was that the Golems numbered in the Hundreds.

Thirteen was only able to rest easy because his monster army was strong.

Ratatoskr, who was living inside Rocky's Mobile Fortress, was having a hard time fighting against such sturdy opponents.

The White Ratman might be fast, but his attacks didn't hit as hard as the Ogres, making him unable to deal damage to the Iron and Bronze Golems.

Because of this, he focused his attention on the weaker Earth Golems, which was devastated by his fighting style.

'Hmm… Ratatoskr didn't have enough time to fight as of late,' Thirteen thought. 'He's a Hero, but he still hasn't undergone proper Character Growth.'

Ratatoskr was supposed to be the one who would save the Ratmen Race from the Ogres by reclaiming their Origin Shard.

But this process would have taken years to finish, and Thirteen didn't have the time to wait until he managed to gain the strength he needed to overcome his adversaries.

So he decided to just let Ratatoskr train the normal way, and he even taught the latter the Divine Martial Art called Splinter Arts. welcome to mvle mp,y,r

This Martial Art was created by a Mutated Rat who raised some turtles during his free time.

This was the perfect Martial Art for the White Ratman due to its origin and practicality.

If Ratatoskr succeeds in raising his master of the Divine Martial Technique to a higher level, the Iron and Steel Golems wouldn't be his match.

Heck, even Crystal and Adamantine Golems would flee from his kicks and punches.

Unfortunately, this would not be happening anytime soon because the Ratman had only mastered this Martial Art at the Elementary Level.

But what amused Thirteen the most was the two troublemakers, Pica and Pico.

The two young Pocopocos would land on the shoulders of the Golem and shout, telling them that they suck, which triggered the Golems into attacking them.

But the two birds were as fast as they were annoying. In other words, they are incredibly speedy.

'They are very good at taunting monsters,' Thirteen mused. 'I wonder where they get that trait from?'

Vassago and Poca were by no means mild-mannered, but the two young Pocopocos were like loose cannons, saying and shouting whatever they wanted.

Fortunately, the Golems didn't have any long-range attacks, so the two were always out of their reach.

Suddenly, a loud crash sounded in Thirteen's ears, forcing him to shift his attention to the Steel Golem, who had been tossed by the combined power of the two Ogres, creating a crater on the ground where it fell.

But since it was a golem, it didn't feel any pain, frustrating the Troll Warlord and the two Ogres who were fighting it.

Perhaps out of anger and desperation, the two Ogres decided to attack the Steel Golem while it was down by using their bodies to body slam it, pinning it on the ground.

The Troll Warlord, who saw the perfect opportunity to strike, started to hack the Steel Golem's head with his blades, resulting in a spark with each strike.

'Hmm… should I order them to kill it?' Thirteen pondered. 'Maybe I should have taken Sherry with me.'

The teenage boy found killing the Boss Monsters wasteful because the Wanderers would benefit greatly from defeating them.

After pondering for a minute, Thirteen decided to stick to his plan and only cause enough damage to the Steel Golem so that Roland's party could take it out.

Five minutes later, Thirteen clapped his hands together.

"Okay, guys, that's enough," Thirteen stated. "Let's pack up and let the others deal with the Golems."

Rocky, who was waiting for Thirteen's order, sent everyone back to the Mobile Fortress before they headed to the portal that would take them to the 10th Floor.

Thirteen's progress was so fast that when the Guides heard that the teenage boy had already reached the 9th Floor, they desperately wanted to know what kind of juice he was drinking because they wanted to have a taste of it as well.

In order to reach the 10th Floor, they would usually spend five to eight days inside the Temple of Courage, which they believed was already very fast.

But after hearing that a thirteen-year-old human boy had done what they couldn't, all of them felt that the younger generation had truly surpassed them all.