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... ttered on the ground like a mere drop of ordinary ink. It did not corrode the surface, but black and golden mist rose up. This mist fell into the wounds of the Evil God’s Avatar’s severed palm and then, the wounds healed, restored to their original state.
"Not bad, you actually managed to hurt me." The Evil God looked at Muria, who held the Sharp Blade, with eyes filled with surprise and admiration, a scenario far beyond his expectations.
Even as an avatar, being injured by being ...
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