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... ound at the nearby mobs and saw them not as enemies, but as walking, multicolored stacks of cash.
"I'm the only one farming out here? This is basically picking money off the ground..." he licked his lips.
Of course, while raking in cash was great, keeping up his strength was essential. After all, staying far ahead in power was the only reason he had the wilds all to himself.
"Level 1 mobs just aren't cutting it anymore. Time to push deeper."
Strangely, even though ...
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