System's POV

The Death Bat's loud laughter spread inside the conference room after he heard the plan Zion had in mind.

"Hahahaha!" Camazotz laughed. "Yes! You should do that, Zapar! With this, we can definitely win this war!'

The corner of Zapar's lips twitched after hearing the Death Bat's irritating tone, but he had to admit that this plan that Zion had proposed was indeed brilliant.

Frankly, he didn't mind doing a bit of "sacrifice" to gain what he wanted.

In exchange for his service, Thirteen promised that after the war was over, he would allow him to build his own territory within the Cygni Continent.

"I will agree to this plan under one condition," Zapar said, eyeing the teenage boy who made the proposal. "You're joining me."

Thirteen blinked once, then twice, after hearing the Majin Princes' counter proposal.

On the other hand, Camazotz dared to laugh louder, as if he had just heard the funniest joke since he had arrived in the world of Pangea.

Vincent and Derek also chuckled. The idea of Thirteen dressing as a girl was something they also looked forward to as well.

Roland, Clark, and Char looked amused, while Cristopher and Colbert had conflicted expressions.

The two commanders of the 69th Battalion respected and looked up to the teenage boy. However, they couldn't imagine what they would feel if they ever saw Zion as a girl.

Thirteen's plan was simple.

Zapar would transform into a succubus and infiltrate the Jinn Army. He would then spread his powers, influencing the ladies within their temporary alliance.

Of course, Thirteen firmly stated that he shouldn't target the succubus race, which earned Roland's nod of approval.

Right now, the Hero was already tied up to the waist with the Kingdom of Velmoria, so he didn't want Zion and Zapar to use them as tools to destroy the Jinn's shaky alliance.

"Well, are you going to join me or not?" Zapar inquired.

"… I don't mind joining you, but it is impossible for me to change my body's composition because of the restriction that was placed on me," Thirteen replied.

However, before the teenage boy could continue his explanation, a small purple portal appeared beside Zapar, and a hand emerged from it.

It was holding a small box, which it placed gently on top of the table before pulling back just as quick.

Everyone, including Zapar, was shocked at the sudden interruption.

However, the members of the Order of the Apocalypse recognized the hand, making them regain their calm faster.

Zapar then opened the box and saw a purple pill inside.

There was even a small folded note beside it, which the Majin Prince read aloud.

"The name of this pill is Chrysalis Pearl," Zapar said. "It is a Divine Pill that can turn a man into a woman, and a woman into a man for two straight weeks. After the effect of the pill disappears, the one who consumed it will revert to their original form."

The Majin Prince then paused before reading the added text hastily scribbled in the message.

"P.S. This pill has no side effects. It's free, so no need to thank me."

The corner of Thirteen's lips twitch. Although he had restrictions placed on his body, Divine Pills and other Divine Consumables bypassed them all.

Without any routes of escape, Thirteen could only blankly stare at the box containing the pill, then at Zapar's amused grin.

"Well, it seems you now have no excuse to reject my request. You said you don't mind, so you'll coordinate with me to make this plan work, right?" Zapar smiled evilly. "Sacrifices must be made, right? How about we start thinking of your temporary name? How about Zia? Sounds like a good name, no?"

"Hahaha!" Camazotz laughed. "Zia! Nice one! It's the perfect name for Zion!"

The other Wanderers inside the room also looked at the teenage boy with great expectations, especially Sherry, who had always wanted to have an older sister.

Zion wasn't only a lover to her. He was also like an older brother, who cherished her like family.

Since that was the case, she also wanted to be pampered by an older sister, and this was the perfect opportunity to do it.

'If Erica and Shana find out about this, both of them might go crazy,' Sherry thought while smiling sweetly.

Vincent was looking very intensely at Zion, not knowing what would happen if he saw the lady version of the person he respected the most.

Roland was also very interested in seeing "Zia" and planned to snap a lot of pictures of her, which he would use to blackmail Zion in the future.

"… Fine." Thirteen reluctantly agreed to Zapar's proposal. "However, you better make sure to do your part properly."

"Why, of course." Zapar chuckled. "Since both of us are going to make sacrifices, I hope you also do your part. I can only target the ladies, but you can find ways to sabotage them once you're there. This is a win-win for everyone, right?"

Thirteen gave Zapar a long, emotionless stare, one that promised retribution the moment this mission ended.

But deep down, he knew the Majin Prince was right. It was the most effective move they could make with the resources they had.

He slowly picked up the small box containing the Chrysalis Pearl, holding it as if it were some cursed relic from a forgotten age.

"I swear," Thirteen muttered under his breath, "if any of you take pictures, I'll personally bury you under a thousand curses."

Roland cleared his throat and subtly tucked his cellphone back to his pocket, which he planned to use to sneakily take "Zia's" pictures.

Camazotz was laughing so hard that tears began forming in the corners of his eyes. "I haven't had this much fun in weeks! Zia and Zapar infiltrating enemy lines! A Succubus and her clingy... little sister! Hahaha! What could possibly go wrong?"

Derek leaned toward Vincent. "You think he'll be hot as a girl?"

Vincent's expression remained deadpan, but his ears slightly turned red. "That's... none of your business."

Thirteen closed the box and placed it in his inventory with a resigned sigh. "Fine. Zia it is. But let's get something straight—once this mission is over, we burn every record of it."

'I'm making backup copies,' Roland thought, making an oath to himself. 'It's not every day that I can have something to tease Zion with.'

Char, who had remained silent for the most part, leaned over to Cristopher and whispered, "Do you think Zion can pull off the 'charming seductress' role?"

Cristopher rubbed the back of his neck. "He's scary when he wants to be. Seduction might not be a stretch…"

Colbert nodded solemnly. "He's got the hips for it."

That earned a sharp glare from Thirteen, which silenced the rest of the commentary for a brief, tense moment.

Everyone turned serious for a brief moment, the levity washing away.

They all knew what was at stake.

This was more than infiltration.

It was psychological warfare.

The fragile unity of the Jinn alliance was held together by temporary necessity, not trust.

And if Zapar and Zia—errr, Zion could tip the scales, the war might be won before it fully began.

"Then let's begin tomorrow," Thirteen finally said. "I need to prepare myself mentally for this role."

Everyone laughed.

And Thirteen allowed them to laugh.

After all, it was not every day that they would be able to see Zia, who would bring the downfall of nations the moment their gazes landed on her face.