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... ers broke in Hell's Judgement and lose their reason, clouded by years of suffering and agony.

But some persist in swallowing the bitter pill of pain and suffering.

The torture of being burnt in Hell's Judgement made them stronger than before. Instead of breaking them down, it made their will stronger to the point that became unbreakable.

However, even after this, all they can do is sit back and give a self-deprecating expression while enjoying the treatment because no mat ...

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