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... ollected a few Class-5 Monster Cores from yesterday's trip. So I don't have to spend the next few days in the monster zone.

Don't know why? There is a sense of urgency in my heart. After receiving Carlos's message yesterday. I didn't get any further reply from him.

I'm still not clear what type of danger he had met with. Even Jonathan was not responding to my call.

There is only way I can protect myself by staying low key. After pushing down these thoughts, I held the mon ...

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