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Grunt!

Zosia felt uncomfortable and could not help but let out a sound.

Then suddenly it clicked to her, since she could feel pain, then she should be alive.

She opened her eyes to look at her surroundings.

"Am I not supposed to be dead? How am I still alive? Where am I?" She asked so many questions, but she got no answer.

"Huh? What is this?" She muttered.

A holographic screen appeared before her eyes, followed by a female voice.

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