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However, this Godhead was a little dim and the God Clone’s connection with it was somewhat strained, most likely because it was not her own Godhead.

"The Soul Melting Technique is the supreme skill of another world. According to it, what I’ll have to do is melt my soul, my Priesthood, and my body into the Godhead, fight against the remaining consciousness of the previous God inside of it, and gain absolute control of it."

This process seemed simple but was actually ve ...

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