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In a core control room filled with black metal hoses.
The hoses formed the floor and walls, embedding various precise instruments and neural cables that connected every district of the City of Gods.
The overseer in charge of monitoring and controlling the current promotion competition had buried his Body within the cables, overseeing the entire "promotion competition."
Suddenly, the body of the overseer trembled.
His left little finger dropped to the ground without warning.
"Hmm? Incredible!
The quality of these slaves is such that if well nurtured, they might actually be able to..."
At this thought, a sinister smile surfaced under the golden mask.
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Confronting fear.
Han Dong became an incarnation of The Dead in the desert.
Merging the willpower and resentment of a thousand lower-class slaves into the scythe, he thrust it into the target's spine, pinning it to the ground.
