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... izen wasn’t dragging five hundred pounds of metal through the snow anymore. He was light. He was mobile. He was a man with an empty inventory slot and a dream.
He reached the marked pine tree. The snowbank was undisturbed.
"Open Sesame," Kaizen whispered, tapping the silver ring on his finger.
He channeled a tiny bit of mana.
Whoosh.
It wasn’t a sparkle; it was a vacuum. The massive, clanking bundles of golden chalices and blood-stained armor were sucked i ...
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