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Choi Bong-Shik watched the monsters emerge through the crack in horror.

There must be at least a hundred of them!

Even more alarming than that was the fact that they all looked familiar to him. Kaizer Hydra, who reduced San Francisco into a toxic death swamp. The master of the labyrinth dungeon, Minotauros, whom the former Hermit, Choi Kang-San, had risked his life to defeat. Then, the nightmare of planes, known as the Wings of Death, Archaeopteryx...

Choi B ...

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