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... e had successfully regrouped to fight the Upper Ranks together, while others were still alone, having not seen any fellow members until now.

Kyoujurou was one of these people.

At this moment, his Nichirin Sword remained sheathed in his hand, and he had yet to draw it to slay a single demon.

In truth, this was because he hadn't encountered a single demon since being transported to the Infinity Castle. He couldn't even find a way out, simply wandering around in an area that ...

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