System's POV

Chapter 761 A Vow To Live Life To The Fullest

Chapter 761  A Vow To Live Life To The Fullest

Thirteen and Vincent, oblivious to what was going on inside the minds of the paparazzi around them, continued to chat. "Then, last but not the least is Erica's and Mildred's fight…" Vincent's voice trembled as he eyed the steak knife in the teenage boy's hand. "Who do you think will win?"

"Erica will win," Thirteen answered firmly before placing the steak knife on top of the table. "Oh! I agree." Vincent started to wipe the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. "I believe Erica will also win, but it will not be an easy fight."

Thirteen pondered for a bit before shaking his head.

After the training that he had given Erica in the Rigel Continent, he knew that her fighting prowess had surpassed Mildred's. If the two of them were to fight, Erica would win hands down. Mildred could only win if the situation ticked off some conditions—either Erica was not feeling well on that day, or her food or drink had been spiked.

After chatting a bit more, Thirteen and Vincent finally left the cafe.

All the Paparazzi also left them alone as they headed back to their offices to talk to their editors about the scoop that they managed to get.

When he was certain that the troublemakers were no longer around, Vincent once again tried to ask Zion if anything happened last night.

"Come on, Zion," Vincent said. "You and I know that something DID happen. But, you're not telling me. Is this how you repay the Love Master who taught you his moves?!"

Thirteen gave Vincent a sidelong glance. But instead of giving him an answer, the reply he gave was one Vincent didn't expect.

"Thank you, Vincent," Thirteen said.

Vincent blanked out for a brief moment before his eyes widened in realization.

A moment later, a devilish smirk appeared on his face as he lightly patted Thirteen's shoulder. "You're welcome," Vincent replied as he took out another small notebook from his pocket and handed it to Zion. "This is the second installment of my Godlike techniques. Make sure to read it properly, and make your girls happy."

Thirteen took the small notebook and casually put it inside his pocket.

He knew that if he didn't accept it, Vincent would force him to take it no matter what.

Since that was the case, he would save himself from the trouble of being pestered by the handsome young man, whose good looks were making all the ladies walking alongside them glance in his direction.

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"Uwahh… this… this…" Sherry, who was reading the small notebook Vincent had given Thirteen earlier, couldn't help but blush after reading its contents.

"So that's why he did those last night. That rascal, Vincent, is definitely a bad influence on Zion," Erica, who was also reading the information written in the notebook, commented. "We should let them interact more. If his boldness rubs off on this big baby, I'm sure that things will get more interesting."

The Sorceress, who was lightly patting the head of the "big baby" in her embrace, lowered her head and planted a kiss on his head. Thirteen was a deep sleeper, so they were confident that he wouldn't hear the conversation that they were having at the moment.

"If he really did these things, do you think he would really change?" Sherry asked. "Will he act normally like boys his age?"

"Maybe," Erica replied. "But it's a good start."

Right now, Thirteen was only wearing shorts, with his upper body bare for Sherry and Erica to see.

Currently, his body was pressed over Erica's, because the teenage boy seemed to have taken a liking to skinship.

Naturally, Erica welcomed this development, believing that this would make Zion more aware of the opposite gender.

"But, will he really do these explicit things?" Sherry's cheeks were now a shade redder as she read about the information about the different kinds of kisses. "I can't believe that there are so many ways to kiss someone. Also, there's this part about doing…"

The young lady wasn't able to continue what she was going to say because she truly felt that her cheeks were now burning out of embarrassment, which made Erica giggle.

"Don't worry. Knowing Zion, it will take a while before he does anything more than kissing," Erica said. "But we should be happy because he now kisses us on the cheeks when he bids us good night. Isn't that an improvement?"

"Yes," Sherry admitted. A part of her was afraid that Zion would treat her differently after understanding the differences between boys and girls.

However, the other part of her was also looking forward to these changes because she wanted Zion to feel more… human.

The next day…

Thirteen stood on the stage and looked at the eight participants, who had managed to proceed to the next round of the tournament.

"When this day is over, only four of you will remain," Thirteen said. "I wish you all the best of luck, and may fortune shine upon all of you. Now, without further delay, let us start the first match!"

The Wanderers left the arena until only Clark and Terence remained.

The two stared at each other and drew both of their weapons at the same time.

Claude and Arthur both looked at their family members with solemn expressions on their faces.

Arthur had a talk with Terence earlier and encouraged him to fight without worries. Regardless of the result of his match, the Leventis Family was already proud of his achievements in battle.

Of course, Terence knew that he wasn't a match against Clark in battle.

But he believed that there was still a small chance he could win.

If he really managed to pull a miracle, his standing in the Leventis Family would definitely soar.

Clark stood tall and proud in the arena, but he wasn't looking at Terence.

His gaze was looking at the VIP area, where his father was seated.

His Grandfather, Aaron, had given him an ultimatum that if he didn't win the tournament, he would be disowned and kicked out of the family.

There was also a possibility that his father would be demoted from his position as Patriarch, replaced by one of the ambitious members of Ashford Clan who had long coveted his position. Clark understood that his Grandfather's words were right. He was the law of the Ashford Clan, and those who had fallen from grace were no longer useful in his eyes. However, after the initial shock had passed, Clark's heart had become calmer. He had started thinking of the world outside of the Ashford Clan and realized that the world was a very big place.

Sure, the Ashford Clan was a Monarch Clan and had a special position in Pangea.

They also had their own Kingdom in Solterra, proving that they were a force to reckon with.

But just as Aaron was able to disown Clark and demote Claude from the position of Patriarch of the Clan, the same could be said for him.

Those who were stronger than Aaron could easily destroy everything he had built overnight, and make the proud Monarch and his Clan fall from grace.

In the end, Clark realized that he had gained a power and influence that far surpassed his Grandfather's.

This made him feel at ease, and he no longer worried about the consequences of losing the tournament.

'My father and I can just rebuild the Ashford Clan from scratch,' Clark thought as he shifted his attention toward his opponent, who was looking at him with a determined look on his face. 'I don't need Grandfather's permission to do that.'

With his mind finally at peace, Clark raised his sword and pointed it in the direction of his father while gazing at his opponent, Terence.

Seeing his son's motion, Claude arched an eyebrow because he didn't understand what Clark was trying to convey to him.

'Is he trying to say that he will win this match for me?' Claude thought.

Thirteen, who saw Clark's gesture, smiled faintly because he understood what the young man's message was.

The Scion of the Ashford Clan had talked to him last night, telling him what had transpired between him and his grandfather.

When he discovered that Aaron would disown Clark and kick him out of the family if he lost the match, Thirteen only snorted in contempt at Aaron's shortsightedness.

Of course, after his talk with Zion, Clark gained more confidence in the path that he would choose to walk in his life.

He would not allow anyone to trample on his pride and dignity, even if that anyone was his Grandfather.

As such, he would no longer care about the family affairs and the honor of the Ashford Clan.

He only had one life, and Clark vowed to live it to the fullest.