Chapter 239: Help Me

Matthew recalled the rants of the guards yesterday. At first, he had difficulty in believing them, thinking they were exaggerating to make him move.

This couldn't be blamed on him. After all, they had claimed that two level-three guards couldn't even make the enemy guard—who was now known to be an aborigine—lift a finger. 

But as he watched the 'Alterans' the past day, he realized that these people were much more powerful than he imagined.

Even his fellow Terrans were stronger than they were on average. As a level 4 individual, he could tell the weakest among them were level 3.

This was very amazing. There were over ten thousand people in his territory, not even a hundred were at level 3. 

This alone sent signals that this 'Altera' was not a simple territory, and he could feel that it was much, much, more powerful than his own.

He also saw the temperament of his guests. They were energetic, lively, and filled with hope.