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... his forehead, he discovered that he was drenched in sweat.


‘Cold sweat?’


Sungjin let out a long sigh.


“Haa…”


He relived the moment he had died in his dream. He must be the only one in the world capable of doing so since a dead man cannot dream.


Sungjin who just dreamt of his old teammates from his previous life thought about them for a moment as he laid back in bed. About what he should do if he were to meet th ...

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