I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

We grouped up with the surviving young heroes.

It might be obvious, but they were not in good condition. They looked like they’d been living in a trash heap for the last three days.

Though rather than smelling of trash, it was more blood and sweat.

“...Charon.”

“So you were here, Zeros.”

Zeros Silver, who had always stuck with Charon.

The young hero was the core of Charon’s points operation, the one who had sold all sorts of outside goods by smuggling them in.

“Where is Sinbar?”

“I don’t know, but he’s probably not dead. He’s a tough one.”