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                                        Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (13)
                                
                                                                                        
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... Just say it.:: Someone must have taken the fish out of the storehouse to make room for whatever these two found.
::Barrels of Demonic Soul Devouring Vines that were about to come out of hibernation.::
Motherfuckers!
Those were vines that had gone extinct centuries before I attempted to ascend. For a good damn reason. They had a unique ability to jump on a target — usually an animal, cultivator, or spiritual beast — then they would coil themselves around it like a rope bef ...
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