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... have gone a little easier?”

In the spacious living room of his lodging, Kang Hyunsoo lay sprawled on the floor, staring at the ceiling as he grumbled.

It had been days—how many exactly, he’d lost count.

The failures of the Sword King Title Quest kept piling up.

At first, he thought it would end quickly.

After emerging from the Ant Dungeon, he planned to clear it as fast as possible, then bought a haul of alcohol and snacks to offer the Sword King.

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