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... Dragon Valley. In the land of the Dragonewts, one of the six Outer Gods that should not have been around had arrived.

The Dragonewts fighting it all this long had held on their best against the remnants, but there was little they could do against one of the 12 ministers of the King of the Outer Gods.

[You are a fool, human]

"Open Ten Gates."

"Are you sure?"

Kaiser nodded as he glared at the Outer God in front of him.

Crime Tape, it had named itsel ...

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