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... und’s origin, there stood an insane man swinging his blade.
It was a young man with black hair and a golden colored blade in his hand, Vulcan.
Beating on the Max Level trees in certain tempo, Vulcan looked no different from a tree-cutting machine.
Vulcan looked as if he had lost his soul. He drank potions whenever he lost the stamina, and he focused on just cutting down the trees.
There was the skill window in front of Vulcan’s eyes glowing in translucency.
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