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... well, it was more of a small tree than a club, but he used it as such. The powerful muscles of the gray-skinned ogre contracted as he pulled his arms back before attacking once again.

His target was Adam.

Adam had already gone through 4 battles in the dungeon. The ogres that inhabited the beginning parts of the dungeon were weaker compared to the ones he and Lyle had fought against, which allowed him to defeat them without suffering many injuries.

But it was only after h ...

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