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... t it didn't matter to them if he did not achieve anything and that they were content with their current lives, Lucas still harbored the intention to succeed and support his parents for the rest of their lives.

With that, he still expected that he would grow strong without relying on the system. His chance lied with his first beast. Unfortunately, the moment he saw the details of his beast, he realized that he was still asking for too much. With an Unranked Grade Grimoire, how could he ge ...

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