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... nded like a dying vacuum cleaner desperately trying to suck up its last bit of carpet.
Wheeze. Haa. Wheeze.
"Hold on..." he gasped between breaths, clutching his burning chest. "This doesn’t make any sense at all."
He stared down at his trembling hands.
"I’m F-Rank. Sure, that’s complete trash tier, but in basic RPG logic, even F-Rank should be way better than a normal civilian!"
"I should have at least 10 Strength and 10 Agility as base stats! Why am I li ...
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