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... fusion, he has already been exhausted after several days of fighting.
He should have insisted.
But even he himself didn't know why he persisted.
Maybe...he didn't want to become a night monster who was no different from a monster in other people's mouths.
He walked alone for a long time, and didn't stop until he heard someone talking in a low voice when he passed Wanku Mountain.
The old man had gray temples and a quiver on his back, like a hunter nearby.
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