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... stand the mystery through it, is this even possible?

White Mitchell’s worldview was once again refreshed, prompting him urgently to initiate the next saint’s journey.

White Mitchell, a young man of exceptional talent, is now in an unprecedented predicament. His rare alchemy talent has become the target of an evil alchemist. He was kidnapped, thrown into a mysterious cauldron, facing an inescapable fate. However, White Mitchell didn’t give up. His eyes shimmered with a steadfast g ...

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