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... he asked, intrigued.
As the wound on Cynthia’s calf fully healed thanks to my double-force heal, I stood up and wiped the sweat off my forehead. Using heal really took a toll on my MP; it’s already down by half.
"Well, you could say my curse is... I was rejected by this world," I said.
"Rejected? What happens when you get rejected?" she asked. Deep inside her heart, something stirred, something she couldn’t quite describe.
"I can’t use skills or magic. I’m also cl ...
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