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... d endlessly, like water slipping through one’s fingers.
Four months passed in relentless repetition.
Wang Chen pushed himself to the absolute limit, hunting resentful ghosts day and night without rest. The frozen wasteland became a graveyard of shattered wraiths, their numbers steadily thinning until only a few thousand remained scattered across the barren expanse.
It was brutal. Efficient. Methodical.
And completely unsatisfying.
Sitting atop a small hill ...
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