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... over Sirin’s initial spot, he did not feed the potato chip to the world consciousness. Instead, he ate it himself as he spoke to the world consciousness.
Sirin said earlier the world consciousness would parrot other people’s words, so a good idea popped into his head.
“Call me Father.” Perhaps because Sirin had toyed with the world consciousness for a long time, the world consciousness’s voice sounded similar to hers, just more hollow.
“Huh? Elder Brother, what are you do ...
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