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... d softly, and the faint smell of antiseptics lingered. Noas’s body lay motionless under the thin blanket, but inside his head, chaos erupted.
"Host...host..." the mechanical voice buzzed, the sound breaking with static. "The key characters from the book are near you."
The transmigrator’s consciousness stirred, irritated. "Who is it? Can you identify them?"
"Sorry. My power is insufficient."
"Damn it. When will the first mission activate then?"
"When you ar ...
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