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... onking, neon signs flickering, the distant rhythm of a street performer smacking beats on overturned buckets. Mortals flowed like a river around him, oblivious to the Level Cap Annihilator currently debating whether to buy a croissant or steal a country.
His boots clicked against the sidewalk, slow and steady. Confidence in every step. But beneath it?
His mind was spinning.
Not because of power.
Not even because of Naomi.
But because—
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