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... p> Then, looking at the opposite side of the main field...

I can see Alec's serious face while he's on his fighting stance.

'Sariel, appraise.'

I said inside my head.

[Okay.]

Sariel replied.

And he immediately projected Alec's stats that only me can see.

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[STATUS]

Name:Alec Osmond

Rank:D-

Mana Control:D+

Strength:D+

Agility:D

Stamina:D+

Intelligence:D

Luck:D-

...

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