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... y itself was monsters.
Iron classes were supposed to be the lowest meaningful threat, but even then, facing one with a single-line black crest was equivalent to stepping on a landmine barefoot.
It was suicide dressed as optimism. It was a death sentence wearing a cheap wig.
Kōya bit into the hot bun again, finishing the last of the one in his hand as he walked.
The sweetness lingered on his tongue like a comfort he didn’t deserve. He wiped his fingers on the wrapp ...
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