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I was aware of the fact that dimensional travel could be done even if you were not a ‘protagonist’. Moreover, above the man's head there was no hashtag unique to protagonists, and in the first place, a protagonist no longer exists on Earth at all. In other words, the man in front of me was able to travel across the dimensions on his own just like Aracelli.

As soon as I got to that point, the thought that he was a dangerous person disappeared from my mind.

Well, I also thought ...

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