Welcome Back To the World Game

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"..."

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Su Ming'an opened his eyes.

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Pale, the vast sky hung upside down in front of his eyes, and the whole world was silent.

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Every time his death came back, he had the illusion that he was still in a dream, as if he had not woken up from a desperate nightmare.

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When the wind blew across his face, he thought of her with white hair, and looked at him as she fell.

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It's like a long journey has finally come to an end. In those eyes, there are reluctance, regret, and regret.

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...but more of a serenity with near death.

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She was always close to death, closer than he was.

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When she was about to merge with the eternal sleep, she no longer had that unique field in her eyes. As usual, all the unwillingness and struggles seemed to be completely buried in the mud as the world went to sleep...

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Sometimes it is not the coward who gives up the struggle who compromises with fate.

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...This is already the best outcome they can do, try their best, and do their best.

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Sibel did just that.

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Her faith is sober and firm, she holds the secret of the oldest **** that no one knows about, and she has the ability to subvert all misfortunes.

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However, she is also in the middle. She was born under a curse, influenced by ravens since childhood, and was destined to believe in the Nine Gods.

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Her belief has determined that she will never reach a perfect ending, and she will never have the chance to break the game.

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Only by having faith can the Nine Gods give her power, and she has the ability to subvert everything. But because of this belief, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the tragic and unsolvable situation of "curse is born from belief".

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It is impossible for the players in the game to break their own game.

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...unless she's not alone.

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Su Mingan stood up.

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The fresh, slightly spicy air poured into his chest, like a gentle stream of water.

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Everything in front of me—bright, brilliant, vibrant. The world is still awake, and it has not yet been annihilated by the vast darkness.

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He raised his eyes sluggishly, blinked, and turned his head sideways.

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The sleeping Yamada Machiichi and Michael fell into the tentacles that had not yet escaped their control, with sweet smiles still on their faces.

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... They seem to be having a good dream.

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And in the sky, came a harsh announcement:

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"—Evil God, today is the day of your demise!"

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The woman with the sword, condescending, judges the filth below.

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Looking at the person in front of him, Mizushima Chuankong, who spoke exactly the same words as Zhou Mu, Su Mingan suddenly felt a sense of irony.

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He suddenly felt that these people were not like living beings. And like a fixed character in the script, they will say their lines every week, and then act according to their own laws. And he was like a director outside the world, holding the script and watching them perform the same drama again and again.

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Just like now, he doesn't need to listen, he knows what Mizushima Kawakura will say next—

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"—Su Ming'an, why are you standing among the tentacles... So that's the case, is your identity the Heretic God this time? Are all these abnormalities caused by you?"

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At this time, the players came one after another, and they walked around to surround the stone castle.

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They could see Su Ming'an wrapped in tentacles on the platform.

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And high in the sky, Mizushima Chuankong frowned:

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"Your identity is the Heretic God, and the players and their guides are compatible, so it seems that you are indeed—"

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She raised the sword with blazing white flames in her hand, as if this would show her justice.

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In the sight of everyone, Su Mingan raised his head.

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At this moment, his eyes were extremely quiet.

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"Who is talking to me now?" He said, "Is it a Miss Lighthouse who has passed all the levels perfectly...or a Mizushimagawa who has changed in quality?"

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Mizushima Chuankong's pupils shrank slightly, she did not expect that Su Mingan was on the verge of alienation but still kept his senses.

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"You want to show your 'justice', and your act of shouting judgment can show your kindness..." Su Ming'an said: "But your capital is not enough to support you to do so."

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No matter how much anger she plans to sow on other people's heads, no matter what words she plans to use to smear his behavior, or even, no matter how many times she wants to consume her dead sister, she can't deny it— —

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To this day, she still uses the appearance of being for the majority to satisfy the selfish desires of the few.

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……I see,

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This is the "judgment".

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"A guy who is in the company of the evil god, dare to accuse me?" Mizushima Kawasora was not flustered, she knew that she had occupied the commanding heights of morality, and she was not worried about what the other party would say.

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She is the leader of Dianji, representing the chief judge, with the ability to judge all evil. The other party is an existence who is in the company of cultists under the watchful eyes of the public, and has not repented until now. I believe that NPCs can understand the difference between them.

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"Even if you say that, you can't separate the relationship between you and the evil god..." She said loudly.

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"I didn't intend to break up the relationship." Su Ming'an said.

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The players onlookers were stunned when they heard this.

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……What's happening here? This is a showdown, don't pretend?

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On the fifth day after the dungeon opened, he declared that he would be the enemy of everyone else... The first player was too big a bet, right?

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When Mizushima Chuankong heard this, she was stunned at first, then ecstatic. She didn't expect this person to admit it so bluntly. If the other party made a few quibbles and used his favorability skills to win over a few people, he still had a chance to win. .

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But now... she just needs to confirm and magnify the opponent's position, and she can finalize the situation.

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"So, you are indeed the evil god—" she said.

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"—How can you see the brilliance of the oldest **** with your short-sighted eyes?" He suddenly said.

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Under the watchful eyes of all,

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Su Ming'an suddenly stretched out his hand and took the initiative to grab the tentacle beside him.

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Under their shocked gaze,

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He took the initiative to stick the abnormally twisted tentacles,

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He hugged it, just like the first night, he hugged a group of heat in the night wind.

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Layers of sludge stuck to him, and he merged into the darkness, as if he was actively falling into hell.

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Lu, Isabella and the others who were about to save people were stunned, and Noel, who had just arrived, didn't move, and Mizushima Kawakura, who had wanted to question, gradually couldn't understand this scene at this time.

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They stood in the air, as if caught in a brief stalemate, while Su Ming'an was close to the tentacles on the side of his face.

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"...They can't see that you're purifying, you're saving people." He said, "But it doesn't matter, I know - only we are together."

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His tone became softer and softer, as if he was comforting, as if he was communicating softly.

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"...They want to deny everything you paid for them, but these people who only see killing and victory in their eyes, they don't know anything at all."

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"The beliefs of outsiders blinded their eyes. Such narrow-minded, comfort-seeking them can confidently enjoy everything you have sheltered for them."

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"This group of rebels who have abandoned their original beliefs - they do not deserve the forgiveness of the oldest **** at all."

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"—they don't deserve to be 'purified'."

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"Those who are short-sighted will indulge in peace, and those who are cared for don't need those."

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"...You are special, the most unique."

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"Only you are the only one who is sober in this world."

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"There is no need to eliminate all misfortunes for a group of guys who only know how to abandon their beliefs."

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"Maybe they were only temporarily bewildered, but forced to be helpless. Maybe some people have difficulties..."

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"But none of this can be erased. They desecrated this world, trampled on you, insulted you, and destroyed you. They bullied the weak, abused the weak, trampled on the high and flattened the low, killed innocent people indiscriminately, and called themselves justice, holding the banner of righteousness, for personal gain."

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"them……"

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He hasn't finished speaking yet.

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He heard a faint, familiar heartbeat.

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A pair of light-colored eyes that swayed slightly appeared in front of him, and there were faint tears.

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"You don't hate me, even if I'm a monster that is the enemy of the world?" she said.

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"You are not a monster, you are the only believer in the oldest god." He immediately said:

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"You are, unique, the most important."

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……

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Su Ming'an was not afraid of being accused and asked him how he guessed that the tentacles were Sibel.

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Some clues that are not obvious can also be deduced to this result.

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He watched her grow from the tentacles, like a flower growing in the mud.

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She looked at him, her eyes were still clear, and her favorability level increased to 75 points.

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A child who has never been loved shows too obvious emotions.

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Even if it's just for a friend who met by chance, she wants to take out everything she has and give it to you, holding a heart that no one has ever touched, holding out the hot heat in her heart, and giving it to you.

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Although he could only see the depletion, barrenness, and desolation in her heart.

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Like unwritten slate, like the bottom of a dry lake. Silence, dry and cold.

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There are no flowers in the silent desert.

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How can you ask a child who has never seen flowers to draw a flower for you?

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so,

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He will use words and actions to weave an illusory flower for her insecure.

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And even if it's just an illusory flower, such a child will pick it up like a treasure, bury it in his heart, and wait for it to take root and sprout.

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Like a stone-like "sugar" picked up by the river.

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"Boom."

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"Boom."

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The violent heartbeat sounded in his ears, and Sibel was fully awake.

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However, Su Ming'an's vision was not blurred, and his actions were not sluggish. He stood beside her like a 'comer', looking up at the players who were becoming more vigilant in the air, as if looking down.

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"If you think that we are evil gods - then we are evil." He said: "We are the 'evil god' camp that wants to win the final victory - believers who claim to be righteous, you can use any reason. slander us."

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Hearing his words, the players reacted differently.

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"...Do you admit it?" Some players looked solemn.

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"...He is ready to fight against the world in this dungeon. It seems that we also need a united front."

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"...Who is on a united front with you? I'm just here to exterminate the evil god."

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Looking at the players who were discussing "to shoot or not to shoot" again, Su Mingan looked at Sibel next to him.

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She was also looking at him, with an unprecedented clarity in her eyes.

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"I can trust you once," she said.

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"Then..." Su Ming'an said, "Let's start by killing them."

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As soon as his voice fell, the tentacles suddenly rose from the ground.

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Before the players could take action, someone was caught in the tentacles and pulled into the pitch-black sludge.

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However, this time, it is not the eternal sleep that targets them at all, but the real death.

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Looking at Sibel, who was killing him, Su Ming'an's expression was a little solemn.

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He suddenly realized that Sibel's attitude changed too quickly. She has clearly made up her mind to purify the world, and achieved such a terrifying ending in the last episode, but now she has changed her goals for his few words and started to kill people.

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However, she just clicked and killed a few players who didn't have time to escape. Of the NPCs, she didn't move a single one.

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Outside the stone castle, people began to flee on a large scale, and even Mizushima Chuankong was fleeing in embarrassment.

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After everyone escaped to a certain range, Sibel stopped sacrificing life force to the tentacle monster, and the tentacles began to retract.

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During the retraction process, her hair turned from pure white to somewhat withered yellow. When the tentacles and sludge were completely retracted into her body, her appearance had already tended to be a twenty-year-old woman.

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The tentacles completely returned to her body.

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"If we don't purify everyone, we can only choose the route of becoming gods," she said.

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Unless everyone is killed, people's beliefs cannot be wiped out. If you don't kill them, you can only choose the route of becoming a **** yourself.

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As long as you become a god, you can overturn that black wall and communicate with the outside world. The world cannot leave them an unsolved situation. The outside world is the only point that can break the game.

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"Let's go." Su Ming'an said: "The three elements of becoming a god—authority, faith, and energy. You already have the authority to prophesy, and the seeds of faith have been planted. Win with me to the end...get the ultimate energy. ."

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Sibel nodded.

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Her almost transparent white hair was bathed in light, with a color that seemed to burn.

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He watched her figure move forward, into the sunlight—

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……

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"Ding dong!"

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[You successfully persuaded Sibel to give up the route of purifying the world. 】

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[Perfect Clearance: Nine Gods Line Progress: 65%]

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[Get some information on the ending of the Nine Gods Line: he·Eternal Sleep/te·The Nine Gods Advent/ne·The "Perfect" Victory]

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[Current ending bias: te. Nine gods are coming]

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The Prophet dropped his tentacles and walked into the sunlight.

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Even if she could meet a worse ending~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she still believed the hand he stretched out.

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The end of the story should not be empty.

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This time, it was him who took her along.

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……

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[In fact, she does not pursue the sublime, nor does she need virtue. 】

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[Virtue is something given to the ordinary, representing legitimacy. It is the medal on the shoulder of the knight, the gold leaf on the sword, the lily in the garden. 】

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[And their survival. 】

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[It is more orthodox than anything. 】

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[——"Nine Gods: Reincarnation Notes"]

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