''I got very close. If I can craft this item, I can extend my lifespan even more. I might even become immortal. Kahkahkah, '' Herman abruptly stopped laughing and continued anxiously.
''However, I have a bad feeling that something will go horribly wrong; I hope these idiots don't mess things up. He was already stupid when he was alive, and he appears even more so now. ''
Then, he reached into his dimensional storage and pulled out a very old-looking book covered in black patched leather. He mumbled as he opened a page and read. "I need to further develop these fallen soldiers. Their lifespan and level of intelligence are both very lacking. ''
Herman struggled to read the pages of the book, the majority of which had been erased, before abruptly turning his gaze to the receding darkness. He muttered after gazing there for a while and failing to see anything. ''I think I'm getting too paranoid. I'd better get some rest. ''
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