ilege to adventurers and mercenaries. They generously came into the desert in great excitement, and those who survived and returned would tell their wondrous tales or wait for bards to weave their stories into songs, spreading it to the entire world.

"I still remember that there was once a very good mercenary group around the desert. They moved from Blade Fangs Camp to the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Ocean, from Revol City to Steel City, from Dragon-Kissed Land to Thornland. Be it the desert or the forest, lakes or rivers, their footprints spread through the mercenary’s heaven. I wanted to join them as well, in the past."

"Oh, really?"

Thales was not really paying attention. He saw Dante’s Greatsword coming down the stairs.

"What was the name of that mercenary group?"

Tampa was immersed in his own world. He sighed nonstop. "Name, huh? Heh, they only had nine people in the start, and they gave themselves an incredibly stupid name...

"They were known as the Nine Powerhouses."

Translator’s Note:

1. Took an arrow to the knee: A reference from Skyrim.