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... e if a monster barked?

It would only make people angry.

Among the protesters in front of me, there were some who recognized me.

But there were no harvesters. In other words, no one could properly validate my abilities.

Maybe that’s why they reached out to me, grabbing my shoulder.

“If it’s you, those bastards will listen to us.”

“Sorry. Please sacrifice yourself for us.”

Rough hands touched my shoulder.

“You didn’t do anything wrong ...

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