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The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 273
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... suffering from hunger.
There’s nothing to eat here.’
Looking here, looking there—nothing but weeds. The colors were pitch-dark, and no matter how hard the child looked, nothing seemed edible. The smell was strange. And even the soil those weeds had rooted in was a muddled color.
The clever child endured the hunger as best they could. If they ate something like this just because they were hungry, they’d immediately get sick. There was no medicine, no one to care for them. ...
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