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Chapter 152: The Head of the Demonic Cult
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... me he was a small boy, he'd had every weakness, fear, or or sense of inferiority cut or beaten out of him.
For all intents and purposes, he was an empty shell incapable of feeling any of those horrible feelings that make an assassin ineffective.
All that remained afterwards was his unending pride and competency as the best assassin in the world.
But today...
He couldn't say what happened.
All that he could say was he had a memory forcefully shared within h ...
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