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... focused on anyone on particular, or some might have died without even knowing why.

He had lost the control after seeing that scene, despite being just something that would happen in the future, so it was possible to avoid it.

However, it was enough to enrage him like he had never been. He really thought that after the fact that he was born in Alrein's universe was spread, no one would be so daring as to really attack. At most, some ignorant ones that didn't have a connection with oth ...

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