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... dn’t stab me, I had to make him.


I was prepared to try everything, from revealing that Lee Kiyoung was really the masked hero to the situation in which I acted as the masked trash Lee Kiyoung in the first timeline. I even picked up a list of lines that could stimulate Kim Hyunsung.


They weren’t just stimulating lines. They were lines that depreciated Kim Hyunsung in the first round, and insulted even his fellow adventurers.


It was a shame that I couldn’t take it ...

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