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... their horses carried large baskets of freshly harvested wheat, rice, green vegetables, and fruits. The amount was enviable; they hadn't worked for it, yet they got to enjoy most of the harvest.

While they were taking the harvest, Rowan copied their skills and merged with them. At that moment, a fresh set of exciting sword moves replayed in his head, filling him with the zeal to grab a sword and try them out. However, he copied the skills not because he wanted to use them but to pass the ...

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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