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... absurd story, but Choi Yichan’s life is the most important thing.

By the way.

“Yichan-ah, I have something to tell you.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“It’s … soon ██ will ██…..”

What?

I tried to say ‘Suwon‘, but my voice didn’t come out.

“On ██, ████ ████ is….”

Again. I tried a few more times, but it was the same.

Words such as Suwon, Dungeon, and Mutation could not be spoken at all, and it was useless to say it in a roundabout way. Any attempt to tell ...

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