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... this pattern."
Standing amidst ruins, looking at the mess before him, enveloped by dark shadows, the urban desolation left Fang Zheng indifferent. For the first time, he doubted whether humanity was particularly lacking in imagination. Why was it that every world he time traveled to was either in the process of destruction or had already been destroyed? Could they not tell stories without the world ending?
"Master, what shall we do next?"
Glancing around, Nymph asked in ...
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