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It was Jang-Wan. "Of course, monkeys and cats aren’t allowed either."

As Sung-Woon reached for the system window to search for a list of all animals, Jang-Wan gestured toward the translucent window.

"What are you doing?"

"If dogs, monkeys, and cats aren't allowed, we need to look for other animals."

"No other animals are allowed either. There's no Laika in Avartin, alright?"

A considerable time had passed since Jang-Wan, who had sacrificed herse ...

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