"At present, individual strength alone is not enough to sustain a Five-digit community. As long as an expert capable of defeating that existence appears, that organization will swiftly collapse.
Just like Perseus once did."
Russell had not expected their previous experiences to have spread even to this place.
"You don't need to hide it. If someone truly wants to know, they only need to investigate a little.
After all, No Name from the very bottom level defeated Five-digit Perseus and completely acquired all of their assets.
Not only that, you also defeated that Black Death Spot Satan. Such achievements would be considered outstanding even among Five-digit communities."
Russell felt somewhat awkward. He was too young to know what he should say in this situation, but he also did not want to reveal information about his companions just like that.
After all, it was still unclear whether these communities before him would become allies in the future. Pouring one's heart out upon their first meeting was not sincerity—it was genuine foolishness.
Russell had begun to understand just how miserable life could be without strength, which was why he did not want any accident to lead to them being targeted.
"The current Salamandra does not possess the strength to defeat a Demon lord. I had already guessed that powerful support must have played a role.
Therefore, please allow me to express my gratitude for the help you provided."
Russell hurriedly waved his hands. "You're welcome."
Sara lowered her head and bowed to Russell, her red hair falling toward the floor with the motion.
Then she raised her head and looked at everyone with a bright smile. "So, what do you all think of the Harvest Festival? Have you been enjoying yourselves?"
"Yes. We only just arrived, so although this is merely the