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... shove me into the desert, after all.
Then should I say it was a gift from that shaman bastard whose head I split open before flying away?
None of it fit.
It had been coincidence and luck—but in other words, it was only possible because of all the time I’d spent desperately clawing for a chance.
Enkrid stopped thinking and rose to his feet.
He wanted to test something with his body—but before that, he needed to get his body back in working shape.
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