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... him apart should just disappear!! Kyahahahahaha!!” (Ates)


Ates was the one to be swallowed first by the darkness and disappeared from sight as she spread out a maddened laugh.


Not even a single strand of hair was left. Sunnysol Ates was completely erased.


“……”


But we didn’t have the leisure of offering our condolences to her.


Because we all might be following after her if we don’t do something.

...

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