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The Goblin King staggered, grumbling like a pot at a boil. The ruler of the fifth-floor hunting ground slowly fell to the ground, bleeding from the cut on its throat.
“Gorr.” I looked down at the Goblin King’s body solemnly.
For the last week, the monster in front of me had been my greatest enemy. I died so many times trying to kill this monster. Feeling like an honorable warrior who was bidding a farewell to his rival, I—
—Stop fucking around, you wacko zombie ...
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