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At the outskirts of Belnok City, under the great wall, Zed walked while carrying Harto on his back. Even when he walked alone, Zed’s size was large, and since he now carried Harto too, people turned to look at them with curious eyes. Especially Harto, who had black hair and blue eyes. It was natural that people’s gazes would fall on him, dressed in a clean blouse with a ribbon. “Hey, Zed…” But Harto was more bothered by something else than by strangers’ stares. “I… I think I can…-
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Aizen and Shanti, who had come after hearing rumors from somewhere, froze when they saw the half-naked muscular human. Their gazes passed over the human and landed on Sibel, who was standing in front of the chair. “……” Familiar. A look of contempt and disgust, as if seeing a pervert. This is really unfair, but he can’t argue back. “It’s a misunderstanding.” “…You still haven’t fixed that habit.” Aizen recalled the first time he had come here. “It’s not a…-
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Whether shooting counts as a sport, Gu Yiming wasn't actually sure. As a non-confrontational form of competition, unlike the higher, faster, stronger ethos of track and field or swimming, shooting has its own paradigms and limitations. Even compared to other sports with established paradigms like gymnastics or diving, shooting is confined within rigid boundaries where all struggles are directed inward—a battle against oneself. What others see is merely an arm lifting and lowering, followed by the…-
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What in the world is this? Of course Aizen couldn’t deal with the ghost. His sword couldn’t cut a ghost, and cursing at it wouldn’t scare it away either. –Name… name. The ghost mumbled one thing over and over. “It looks like it’s looking for a name.” “Whose name?” Aizen’s face filled with annoyance, and he folded his arms and answered bluntly. “A murderer, or someone it wants revenge on, maybe something like that.” Sibel and Aizen were watching the ghost…
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When Gu Weiyang met him, it was at a rest area halfway up the mountain. Because he was carrying over a hundred pounds of goods while climbing, even someone as physically strong as Gu Weiyang felt his energy waning after making a round trip in the morning. By the afternoon, his stamina clearly couldn’t keep up, and he had to take several breaks along the way. Coincidentally, at the rest area halfway up the mountain, Gu Weiyang spotted him at a glance amidst the crowd. Su Shijin appeared to be an…-
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I couldn’t help but feel powerless and heavy-hearted, seeing such a state and being unable to do anything about it. Though everyone visible was dressed in worn, dirty clothes, it was the stark despair etched on their faces that struck me more painfully. I knew poverty and the poor existed, but encountering it so directly was a first. It was completely different from merely reading about it or vaguely sympathizing from afar. Was reality this cruel…? Yoonso swallowed a sigh, unable to even let it…-
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Only then did he spot the clown doll rotating in the distant void. This was something he hadn't heard from Red Eagle. Was the baptism of fire not enough for this wretched demon spawn? Then a voice came from somewhere. It was Black Weasel’s. "Silver! Silver!" Silver reflexively turned his head. From the left, blocked by a wall of pitch-black smoke, another voice erupted. "Silver!" He could tell just by the voice. It was far. Plus, the smoke was especially thick around here. Perfect…-
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My name is Polly, a level 70 Zombie, affiliated with the Ghost Server Legion, holding the esteemed position of Deputy Commander. The last part was forced upon me by my Commander, who insisted it would highlight my importance within the legion, especially in the eyes of the Legion Commander. After some thought, I decided adding it was fine. My Commander is the type of person who, before you can even stamp your mark on him, will pounce on you first to stamp his—his dictionary has no entry for…-
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Aizen, who had ejaculated profusely between Sibel's legs, kissed him again. As he gasped and returned the kiss, Aizen's hand brushed against his cock between Sibel's thighs and moved down. The hand that had stolen his own spilled semen gradually slid lower. His hand pressed against the tightly clenched entrance of his anus. Sibel's startled body flinched, and Aizen's tongue slowly withdrew from his mouth. A finger forced its way into the narrow slit of the hole. “Huh, s-stop,…
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“At this rate, shouldn’t the ghost call a lock-picking expert instead of calling us?” “Magic?” Aizen murmured as he examined the patterns carved on the iron door one by one. “Magic? Then wait a moment.” Sibel quickly pulled out the communicator and moved the screen. He entered the magic folder and started searching for ‘magic to open doors.’ There was magic for tidying blankets, matching socks, making a headband appear when he opened eyes in the morning, and all kinds of…
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