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... with luck, it might even produce a special spiritual creature. If the owner of the Host God Fruit wanted to gamble, they would surely choose their own conditions.
Hearing Levi’s conditions, the Painful Banshee clapped her hands and laughed,
"Good junior, today I will not contend with you."
Having said that, surrounded by endless Undead, she left the valley.
At the auction, there was silence, as still as death.
"My heavens? Three hundred million Aether Ston ...
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