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... ling, or even light.
It was the wooden leg of a chair.
I tried to move, but my body ignored me. Arms, legs... nothing.
I was a sack of useless flesh staring at a chair leg.
Don’t tell me I got downgraded into furniture.
Then—
[Ding!]Cleansing poison from host’s blood...
[Ding!]Process complete. Host’s body is now responsive.
A jolt of relief shot through me. I flexe ...
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