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... he Creator System."

"Grade 12 (9) Class, Xu Gu."

"Awakening successful!"

"Auto transformation successful!"

"Model - Heavy Truck!"

"Rank - S Level!"

Xu Gu was unaware of the commotion outside, only feeling enveloped in endless blue light. His body began to feel heavy, his limbs unable to move, and he couldn't speak.

Groggy.

It was unclear how much time had passed when Xu Gu suddenly opened his eyes, a bright, cold light flashing.

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