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The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 163
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... lled home was like that too. Rain came without warning, black mist laced with poison often rolled in, and the soggy ground hid its old friend, the swamp.
“I like rainforests.”
That forest, so dense that even sunlight couldn’t penetrate it, overflowed with all kinds of treasure. Poison is medicine, and a powerful toxin can become an exceptional elixir. Splendor blooming atop heaps of corpses...
“So, I’ll see you in fifteen days.”
“Yes, Divinity.”
“There’s a ...
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