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Just when he was about to break through the magic shield and enter the forest, Gaston was surprised, out of nowhere, a wave of black sludge splashed over his entire body, wrapping around him as if it were alive, and using its tentacles, it stole his sword, which was quickly dragged towards his perpetrator's hands.
"Who the fuck…?!"
It was so fast and precise that he couldn't even prevent it!
Gaston glared into the skies angrily, noticing the figure of someone that had done this. The origin of this black sludge that seemed to be weakening him constantly, and that was also dealing damage per second like poison…
"I'll be taking this."
The voice of a young boy echoed from above Gaston as he glanced at the small figure that stole the sword from his hands.
Not once, but twice has he had his sword stolen!
And now, by a damn…
"Huh? A damn fairy?!"
