"Stay here, and summon Brutus at the right moment," Thirteen ordered.
"Young Monster, are you going to fight that Ogre?!" Cristopher asked.
Clearly, the chubby boy was horrified by the notion of fighting an Ogre this early.
"Yes."
"B-But why? We can just let it leave like the other Monsters. Why must you fight it?"
Thirteen lightly patted the chubby boy's shoulder, while continuing to look at the Ogre in the distance.
"We can't stay in this Oasis forever," Thirteen stated. "I know that I told you that the moment Brutus reaches Rank 2, we will leave this place. However, it will be best to first gauge how strong an Ogre is because we might encounter a lot of them as we continue our journey.
"Don't worry, I will not do something that I believe that I cannot handle. Everything is within my calculations, and there is a high chance of winning."
Yes, Thirteen wouldn't do anything without a chance of winning.
This was why he was confident that he would be able to fight against the Ogre, using his martial technique Cheap Shot Savant, the traps he made, as well as the Troll, Brutus.
With these three added on the equation, Thirteen believed that he had enough Trump Cards to defeat the Ogre in front of him.
After stepping out of the Tent, Thirteen walked steadily towards one of the Pit Traps that they had painstakingly created.
This one was around four-meters deep, which Thirteen had made specifically for Ogres.
It contained several stone spears which would not really hurt a Yellow Striped Dusk Brute due to its hard scales, but it could give an Ogre a world of pain.
Thirteen was unable to see Cristopher's stats, so he was unable to determine if he had a Hidden Class, or if he was just lucky enough to get an Avatar of the Troll after killing one.
But Trolls and other Brute Type Monsters, like Ogres, were part of the "nearly impossible" list of creatures to get an Avatar of.
He didn't know if "The One" simply hated these types of Monsters, but their Avatar Capture Rate was even lower than Dragons, which was one in a hundred thousand.
People even said that if someone were to get a Dragon's Avatar, it just meant that they had used all the luck in their lifetime because they were one of, if not the strongest race in the world, and their Avatars were worth Billions of Gold, if they were to be sold to Auction Houses.
If the Avatar Capture Rate of Dragons was one in a hundred thousand, the Avatar Capture Rate of Brute Type Monsters were one in a million.
Yes.
It was one in a million.
Which was why Thirteen was very surprised that Christopher managed to catch one on his first try.
Although the chubby boy didn't have much luck in getting the Avatar of other Monsters, or even weapons from them, the seven-year-old believed that Cristopher had a hidden class, and he would test his theory right here, right now.
"Hey, Ugly!" Thirteen shouted catching the Ogre's attention. "I'm right here! Come and get me!"
Although Ogre's weren't that intelligent, they could still understand Human words to a certain extent.
The thing they hated the most was being called ugly.
After getting a better look at it, Thirteen realized that the Ogre was over three meters tall,
'At least at the peak of Rank 2,' Thirteen thought as he stood his ground, standing perfectly still.
When the Ogre saw that its prey didn't plan on running away, it increased its speed, raring to crush the boy's body into meat paste.
But, just before it could reach its target, the ground under its feet gave way, making it fall down on the pitfall trap that was filled with stone spears.
The Ogre cried out in pain the moment its body was pierced by the stone spears, which later shattered under the monster's weight.
Cristopher was quick to act and summoned Brutus who picked up one of the nearby boulders that had been placed near every pitfall trap that they created.
The strategy when dealing with Monsters was really simple.
The moment they fell inside the trap, Brutus would appear and throw one of the boulders on the Monster's head or body, further hurting it.
When Brutus threw the Boulder inside the Pitfall, he aimed it directly at the Ogre's head.
To Thirteen's surprise, the boulder actually shattered, making his eyes widen in shock.
Leaving nothing to chance, Brutus started to pound the Ogre's head with its club.
Since the Ogre was perfectly stuck inside the pitfall, it couldn't lift its arms, and was unable to fight back against the one-sided beating from the Troll, whom its race treated as inferior, and sometimes used as slaves after they were captured.
Brutus still had its memory from before it died, so it had a deep hatred for Ogres.
Because of this, all of its blows were filled with anger and hatred, making it look like a crazed Monster that was out for blood.
The Ogre's head was already bloody from the repeated blows that it was taking, but it was still very much alive.
Suddenly, the bone club in Brutus' hand broke, but the Troll couldn't be stopped.
It resorted to using its fists and repeatedly punched the Ogre's head, shouting a bestial growl each time it unleashed a punch.
Cristopher, who was now standing beside Thirteen, looked at this scene with a pale expression on his face.
"Take this," Thirteen said as he handed the Purple Stinger to the chubby boy. "Ask Brutus to stop attacking for a while, while you stab it repeatedly with this weapon."
Cristopher no longer asked his temporary Master why he needed to attack the Ogre whenBrutus was already beating it senseless.
He just stabbed the back of the Ogre's head several times with the dagger.
After stabbing the Ogre's head for the 7th time, the Purple Stinger's blade glowed, which signaled that its passive ability to inflict poison had activated.
"That's enough," Thirteen ordered. "Let Brutus continue punching it."
The Troll, who was more than happy to resume its one-sided beating of its mortal enemy, roared and pressed its hands together before smacking the Ogre's head with all of its might.
Ten minutes later, the Ogre finally died a pitiful death, unable to hit its opponents even once.
The poison and the beating it was receiving from Brutus accelerated its death, which made Thirteen look at the dead body fiercely as if waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly, the Ogre's body shrunk and transformed into a miniature crystal statue of an Ogre before disappearing completely.
A moment later, Cristopher's eyes widened in shock as he heard a voice inside his head, informing him that he had acquired an Ogre's Avatar.
"Young Master! I got another Avatar!" Cristopher said giddily. "Unfortunately, this one doesn't have the Evolver Skill. If it did, it would have been better!"
A faint smile appeared on Thirteen's face because he had finally confirmed his suspicions.
The Omnipotent Being of Solterra and Pangea might be merciless, but it didn't send children to Solterra just to die.
No.
He sent them there to become strong, so that one day, they would have the power to protect Pangea from the Jinns and Majins, who could potentially wipe the Human race from the face of the world.
The children who were sent to the Houdini Desert were fated to be there, in more ways than one.
This also meant that their greatest opportunity was also there, allowing them to obtain great rewards before and after they cleared their mission.
'I knew it,' Thirteen thought as he looked at the giddy boy, who summoned the Rank 2 Ogre they had just killed. 'Cristopher is a Brute Tamer.'
The seven-year-old didn't expect that the chubby boy, who had almost no survival skills, had managed to acquire a Hidden Class, which would play a vital role in their quest to Light the Beacon of Hope.
