A week had passed since Thirteen completed recruiting for his 300-men Battalion.

They had become the hottest topic among the 65th up to the 68th Battalions, who were sharing the Freedom Garrison with them.

The High-Ranking Officers referred to Zion Leventis as the Mascot of the Central Government, while they referred to his troops as clowns.

Sneers, jeers, and look of mockery would always fall upon the 69th Battalion every time they did their usual morning runs, which would last for an entire hour before they returned to the base.

Truth be told, Thirteen's subordinates, with the exception of Cristopher and Colbert, were feeling embarrassed. They couldn't help but feel like all the hard work and money they spent to join the Legendary Rookie's team was all for naught.

The Soldiers in the Garrison treated them like a joke, and even those with the strongest willpower among them felt that they had been cheated.

With each day that passed, they felt themselves growing more and more depressed at the thought that this wasn't what they signed up for.

Every morning at five, they would be woken up to take their morning run.

When they returned, they would eat breakfast and then take a shower.

After that, they would start their Combat Medic Training.

At first, they were surprised because they were expecting to be trained as soldiers. Despite their reluctance, they obediently listened since they couldn't possibly disobey their superior's orders.

They would be given a few hours of rest and then do firearms training after lunch.

When the training ended, they would then undergo training simulations of driving Helicopters, Cars, Tanks, and other vehicles that were used by the military.

Even the Mafia Boys, who originally thought they could slack off, found themselves unable to laze around. Sneaking was simply impossible with Thirteen personally overseeing their five-man team's training, making them weep bitter tears.

So, just like every day for the past week, they were running on the streets, wearing their light-green uniforms and light-green shades.

These shades prevented them from getting blinded by their own comrades' uniforms, which would definitely cause an aneurysm to those who looked at them for a long period of time.

Thirteen knew what his subordinates were thinking, as well as what the Central Government was thinking.

But only Cristopher and Colbert knew how their Young Master operated.

Zion Leventis would never do things without a reason.

The bidding war, which he did in order to raise funds to gear his men properly, would soon be put to good use.

The race, which allowed the first one hundred people to cross the gates of the Star Kingdom, allowed him to see who among the remaining Wanderers didn't have a give-up mentality.

Lastly, Cristopher's and Colbert's handpicked individuals who resonated with them the most.

Allowing them to gain their respect and loyalty.

Even the light green clothes that the other Officers and Soldiers in the Freedom Garrison laughed at had a special purpose.

Only the System of Cannon Fodders knew that the Majins and Jinns were color blind to one color and one color only.

And that color was none other than light green.

In their eyes, it was similar to the color of the ground, making it hard for these monsters to detect them with their sight.

Even the ones with dark vision couldn't distinguish these colors, making it the perfect camouflage when fighting against Jinns and Majins.

Also, the military uniforms that his troops were wearing had built-in features that weren't present in the regular uniforms issued by the military.

It had the option to change from its bright green color to black, but he didn't tell them about this option for now because it was best to use it when the enemy least expected it.

Once the uniform changed its color, the military gear would become waterproof and retain thermal heat coming from its user's body if they were subjected to cold weather.

But when it's hot, the suit would activate its cooling functions, allowing the Wanderers to feel normal temperature at all times.

It also allowed them the option to swim underwater without problems because of the special technology that was used to create it.

Thirteen had shared this technology with the Leventis Family, allowing them to better equip their people.

And now, this same technology was being used by the soldiers who were being laughed at by the military.

Truth be told, the one who was laughing was none other than Thirteen.

He knew that there were spies from the Monarch Clans and Prestigious Families, as well as from other Influential Families within his Battalion, but he didn't care.

The teenage boy wanted these people to think of him and his subordinates as a joke.

Because the moment a real fight started, the ones who would be laughing would be none other than him and the members of the 69th Battalion.

As soon as they returned to the base, Thirteen saw his superior waiting for him at the gates.

"Sir," Thirteen and his subordinate saluted the old man who held the Rank of Colonel.

"At ease," the highest commanding officer of the Freedom Garrison, Brett Fischer, said with a smile. "I just came to inform you that we will be holding a meeting. The other officers are already in the Conference Room, and we are just waiting for your arrival."

Thirteen was surprised because he didn't expect his commanding officer to come and personally wait for him instead of ordering someone else to pass him this message.

"Understood, Sir," Thirteen replied before glancing at his Captains. "Handle the rest."

Cristopher, Colbert, and the other Captains nodded their heads in understanding.

Thirteen then followed his superior to the conference room and made sure to walk two steps behind him.

The two didn't say anything to each other, but the teenage boy could tell that the Colonel held no malice or hostility against him.

When they arrived at the Conference Room, the Battalion Commanders of the 65th to 68th Divisions stood up and saluted Colonel Fischer, as expected of their rank.

After the General saluted back to them, he sat at the head of the table and waited until everyone was seated properly.

"I called all of you today to discuss the mission that was sent to me yesterday by the Field Marshal," Colonel Fischer said. "As you already know, the Dimensional Gates on the Continent of Cygni will be opening soon. The Central Government plans to send much of our Manpower to help deal with the Jinn invasion.

"As you may or may not already know, the evacuation of that area has been ongoing for the past six years. All the non-

combatants have been evacuated to Sirius, as well as here in Aldebaran.

"However, the Griffin Clan and the three Prestigious Families, Lotte, Gates, and Bishop, plan to stand their ground and protect their Domain. The cities that had been abandoned by its residents have been fortified to serve as Fortresses for the upcoming invasion."

"The Field Marshal has decided to send the 1st up to the 30th Battalion to help them defend the Continent. But, if any other Battalions are willing to volunteer, we will make the preparations to send you there as well."

The Battalion Commanders glanced at each other because they believed that this was the perfect opportunity to show off their might.

Only Thirteen looked uninterested in volunteering to join the expedition team that would go to the Cygni Continent.

Just as the Colonel expected, all the Officers, with the exception of Thirteen, agreed to volunteer for the mission.

"Understood," Colonel Fischer nodded. "I will inform the Field Marshal that the 65th up to the 68th Battalion will also participate in the mission. Everyone dismissed."

The officers saluted and left the room one by one.

But there was one person who didn't leave the room, making Colonel Fischer arch an eyebrow as he looked at the teenage boy, who was looking back at him with a faint smile on his face.