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... most basic combat unit's strength.

"It's quite eerie!"

"This village doesn't seem all that big."

"Although, back when it was prosperous, it should have a population of about maybe a thousand or so."

As he headed into the Darkness Ruins, he felt like he was entering a graveyard and the environment became chilling. Some kind of evil energy is obviously still affecting this place even after over a hundred years of being abandoned.

Not a few steps in, targets ...

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