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... d in front of so many sensations. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt.

Charlize remembered.

‘This was real.’

However, even in Charlize’s memory, there was a part where it was cut off by Charlize.

Exactly not long after she was made of swords. They came.

Wizards of the magic tower.

Because Charlize was just made of a sword, she was suffering from the broken essence and vessel. That’s why she didn’t remember that impressively.

However, there was ...

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

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“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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