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... e ground face-first, but I couldn’t move a muscle.

‘What the hell…!’

My head hurt like it was going to explode. Transparent status windows popped up in front of my eyes, followed by error messages that repeated themselves.

[&@#Blocking access to the unknown program%^^&$#.]

[ER&*ORCO&&E &%$&]

What are you talking about? The others had gone to their rooms. Kyunghwa on the sofa was asleep in various colors.

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