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... osts]. The average level is 105.

They are The most numerous monsters, thought to be residents of the city formerly known as S-Trillia. They come in a wide range of ages and genders, and their physical abilities seem to be in proportion to their original bodies.

They have no flying weapons, but the weaker the ghost’s physical ability, the more likely it is that its attack has some kind of abnormal effect. When I took a bite from ghost child’s attack, I was a bit panicking because ...

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