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... otic area, in a speakeasy.
Pfft!
The body of the fainted dead handle wooden hanging was released by the black mist, and the hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from the TV opposite, "Did you fail? The black mist."
"I'm sorry, I didn't even have time to recycle it."
Black Mist responded with awe.
"Really? It's really a pity to finally create a brainless body whose body functions are comparable to that of All Might. However, this failure is not wasted effort. You ...
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