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... ess, it was nothing too surprising.

The human race was the most balanced race. They were also the largest race on the continent.

No matter if it was the number of countries, area of territories, population size or the number of strong individuals, humans ranked first in every aspect.

However, this world was just too vast.

There would always be a large number of areas with no human activities.

The Chaos Forest had fewer humans, but it was not completely devoid of hum ...

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