A week after the battle ended, Thirteen found himself inside a make-shift tent, where the leaders of the different races had gathered for a meeting.
Since the Barbarian King, the Orc King, and the Troll King had died in battle, the people and monsters who would take their place were also invited to the meeting.
Representatives of the other races were also there to serve as witnesses for the discussion that they would be having right now.
"I wish to have a peace treaty with all of you present here in this room," King Atlas of the Tigerkins said. "There is no need for our people to fight against each other, especially after we have united against a common enemy.
"Also, even though we won the battle, there is no guarantee that someone with Arundel's strength will not set their eyes on the Valbarra Archipelago again. If the same thing were to happen, I would like to work with everyone to think of countermeasures to retain our freedom."
King Atlas had always wanted to stop the senseless battles between the Tigerkins, the Barbarians, and the Orcs.
Now that a perfect opportunity had come, he decided to make his opinion known to everyone.
Of course, some of the King's advisers didn't like this idea. Since the Barbarian King and the Orc King had died, wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity to conquer the Valbarra Archipelago?
All they needed to do was strike a deal with the Ogre King, who had also survived the battle against Arundel and they would become the supreme rulers of the two major islands in the archipelago.
Seeing the reaction of the advisers of the Tigerkin King, Arthas snorted in disdain.
In his hands was the Forneus Sword, whom he had taken from the body of the Barbarian King.
Since they had lost their leader, he decided to take the position to ensure that his people would not fall into the hands of corrupt individuals, who only wished for power.
Of course, not all the Barbarian Warlords, and City Lords were happy with the current situation.
However, they reluctantly accepted Arthas as their new king due to one simple reason.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"An alliance between the Barbarians, Orcs, Tigerkins, Ogres, and Trolls, is a good idea," Thirteen stated. "It will prevent senseless bloodshed and allow the races to grow together. I'm telling you now, Arundel's buddies will definitely set their sights on the Valbarra Archipelago.
"If all of you don't work together then, after a few years, the same event will happen. By then, all of you will be reduced to nothing but slaves. No one will be the top dog of the Valbarra Archipelago because all of you will just be the Lapdogs of a Majin Prince or Princess."
Thirteen's voice was firm, as if what he said would certainly come to pass. This made those who were against the alliance, reconsider their choices.
In the past, they would have never taken the words of a child seriously.
But, after everything that happened, they had no choice but to acknowledge the fact that the only reason why they were able to survive the calamity was due to the seven-year-old, whom everyone treated as a hero.
In fact, the Barbarians and the Tigerkins had started to make statues of Thirteen in their cities, hailing him as the Guardian Deity of the Valbarra Archipelago.
Originally, they thought that he had died because, after he had been flicked away by Mammon, he disappeared for an entire day.
However, while everyone was cleaning up the battlefield, and reclaiming the dead bodies of their brethren, Thirteen had made his appearance, making his subordinates rejoice due to happiness.
"W-Will someone like Arundel really come here?" the new Orc King asked.
"The possibility exists," Thirteen replied in a heartbeat. "So, all of you must stand united to prevent them from having their way."
"Will you be staying on the island?" Arthas asked. "If you do, I can make you my right-hand man. You will be treated with honor and respect."
"Heh~ I think he would serve better as my adviser than your right-hand man," King Atlas commented. "How about it, Zion? Want to live in the Sumatran Kingdom?"
The Ogre King, who was busy cleaning his nose with his finger, glanced at the seven-year-old and smirked.
"Want to be my food?" King Gomorra inquired.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"No thanks," Thirteen replied. "I'm good."
"Shame." King Gomorra sighed.
Thirteen scanned the faces of everyone in the room before making a statement.
"A week from now, I plan to go to the Main Continent," Thirteen replied. "There are people that I need to find, and I'm sure that they are not here in the Valbarra Archipelago."
"Do you have a ship?" Arthas asked.
"No," Thirteen admitted. "But, I can build one if necessary."
Building a ship from scratch wasn't really a big deal. As long as he had the materials, he could ask the Barbarians and the Tigerkins to help him build it.
Since there was a looming threat that another powerful being would set their eyes on the Valbarra Archipelago, the Five Kings of the different races signed a peace treaty, and had the Shamans of the Third Island bear witness to it all.
Since it was a sacred agreement, everyone planned to abide by the rule that they all agreed upon.
With this, Thirteen would finally be able to leave the Valbarra Archipelago with some peace of mind.
"The Tigerkins have a merchant ship that can take you to the Mainland," King Atlas said. "We also do trade with them, so we have a fleet of ships at our disposal. I'm sure any of the Captains will be honored to take you to your destination. Should I send them your message for you?"
"Yes, and thank you, Your Majesty," Thirteen bowed respectfully.
King Atlas nodded and patted the boy's shoulder.
He planned to form a good connection with the seven-year-
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})old, as well as Anwir and Percival, who had shown great potential.
After the meeting ended, everyone returned to their territories, in order to spread the news to their people that the war between the different races was officially over.
They would now work together to share crafts, studies, and other technologies that could potentially elevate the progress of their territories.
As for Thirteen? He spent the days posing for Artists, who painted and sculpted his image.
Everyone wanted to have his image inside their homes, like a lucky charm to ward off evil.
Of course, his subordinates didn't allow their Master to be the only one having fun, so they posed with him as well.
In the end, at the center of the battlefield, where the great war had just ended, a monument of Thirteen, mounted on top of Giga Chad was erected.
Naturally, it was not only the boy and the Chad Skunk, who were immortalized there.
Tiona, Blacky, Rocky, Hercules, as well as Anwir and Percival were included as well.
After the grand monument was built, the names of those who had died in battle were written on five pillars that stood beside the statue.
Because of this, Thirteen had to delay his trip for another week because the creation of the monument was something that everyone wanted.
When the monument was completed, a plaque was placed below Thirteen's statue, which read.
"What you do in Life, echoes in Eternity."
The Copyright God, who was looking at the scene, raised a yellow card.
But the builders of the monument couldn't see him, so they continued to do what they wanted, unaware that a New Generation God was looking at them with contempt.
