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... Weight of a Soul
"...Tch."
Jhin clicked his tongue, shaking his head as if the guy wasn’t even worth scolding. Just a trash fire reaping what he sowed. A con artist who got too clever with contracts and blew up in his own face.
No wonder Neon’s deals always felt too clean.
The reason Neon—the real Dungeon Merchant—stood apart wasn’t just his image. It was the absolute truth baked into his trades.
He wore the Angel’s Earring.
As long as that earring ...
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