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A certain dark-skinned man was strolling along the streets with his hands in his pockets. He wore a pair of dark jeans and a light blue polo shirt. He overlooked the screaming and running civilians with a languid expression that expressed no pity at all.
All he felt in him was the vast desire to steal. To pillage.
That was what he had always done, but now he felt the need even more. To take it all for himself.
'Hmm. This place has a dismal number of powerful elites. The five innate abilities that I managed to salvage were the most decent out of the bottom wrung of Invigorated,' he thought. He flashed from the open street and hid in a corner.
He had no business pretending to be helping the helpless people as he wasn't being supervised. However, he did know that these little stragglers were here to absorb anything with life energy for the main body, Enkri.
