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Lin En's gaze quickly focused on its information interface.

In an instant, his vision blurred, and the scene before him rapidly distorted and peeled away.

And in the next moment, he found himself sitting on a chair in a small room, with only a lamp on the table in front of him and a mysterious figure in a black robe across the counter.

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