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... sheer luck as if they were his lifeline.
Every few seconds, he checked his pocket to ensure the coins were still there.
‘Finally, I can have a proper meal!’
His bloodshot eyes betrayed his hunger and desperation.
F-rank adventurers were practically treated as vagrants.
Their lives were a constant struggle to secure even the bare necessities of food, clothing, and shelter.
Ronny’s clothes were threadbare, just enough to stave off frostbite, and he ...
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