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... f the name Replicus in this chapter. Its for the purposes of the flashback.)

During the training in the Timemould Mirror Box...

Only about a month had passed according to the standard of time in Aigas, but everyone already felt as though they might have been better off dead. They could hardly feel their limbs and even their souls seemed to be aching. Whether it was an Unlimited or any other individual who had been glad to be Replicus' subordinate, they, for a short while, began t ...

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