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... ecause Jack was a ghost.
Punching him was like trying to slap depression — you just go through it and feel worse.
Malthus swung with the full fury of a man whose Wi-Fi just cut out mid-boss fight… and hit nothing.
His fist went through Jack like unpaid taxes through a corrupt politician.
Jack, being the disrespectful legend he is, dropped a one-liner so cold it froze Malthus' self-esteem on contact.
Then — bam — his aura shot up to max level, glowing like ...
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