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... his desk again, reading his textbook.
‘From the timing, I’m sure this fucker did something.’
But did he have such a talent? Wasn’t he just a lowly student who could only use Magic Missile?
Just as Anthony tried to speak, the door opened and Professor Dio came in. It was already time for morning class to begin. His gaze reached Anthony, who wobbled where he stood, and Jack who was out cold.
“Anthony, what is going on? Why is Jack laying on the floor?”
“T-that’s… he j ...
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