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... he sudden agonizing screams echoing outside.

In a flash, he dispelled Maiden Skin and called forth Truth Seeker. His fingers had wrapped tightly around his scythe, ready to fight at any moment.

’Can’t I get a few hours of peace?’ Suppressing another curse, he quickly exited the old village house he had been sleeping in, taking caution to not be too loud.

His eyes swept over the area. The sun was beginning to show itself from the horizon, and in turn, the swaying golden gr ...

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What the hell?

He was reborn as the descendant of his fellow warrior, Vermouth.

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