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... in disbelief.

The notification was vibrantly stationed before him waiting for him to make a decision. His heart couldn't help but race in excitement.

The ability to bring items from the game into the real world was unprecedented. It opened up possibilities he hadn't even considered.

He sat on his bed, contemplating the choice before him. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, he finally made up his mind.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

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