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... h-black forest, waiting for my magic to recover.

[NO NAME] [Infant Demon] 83/99

?A nameless infant demon. A spiritual life-form. Extremely fragile.

[Magic Points: 7/10]

[Total Combat Power: 9/11]

[Unique Skill: Reroll]

I’d heard that when players die, they lose 10% of their stats, but then why did I lose a whole half of mine? Was it just how it work for monsters? Or was it just for spiritual life-forms like me? Damn it, I had no idea.

Could ...

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