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... ant above 4th floor.

All he could do was to make an educated guess based on his experience and the Stat, Perception.

His team members had told him during his Initiation mission that the higher the danger, the more susceptible his Perception would become to it. So, following that logic, the moment he had entered the house, his Perception should have been screaming bloody murder.

But Sonia had added more to it. It’s also a double-edged sword, she had told him. The higher th ...

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