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I always feel like I've forgotten something.
Deadman's Blade tapped his head, and a bloodied bandage fell off. He looked at his somewhat sharp nails with a faint resignation in his eyes.
Why am I still bald even in death?
He patted the long sword at his waist, Deadman's Blade shifted to a comfortable position, leaning against the city wall, staring motionlessly at that city gate.
Golden Snake Lady had just sent news, instructing him to quickly head to the western city gate to meet two Demon Puppets. These puppets were personally crafted by Golden Snake Lady herself, very powerful, and significant reinforcements for this operation.
While keeping an eye on the city gate, Deadman's Blade continued to practice his swordplay in his mind. Perhaps the one advantage of being a monster is that the body and mind never tire; there is no need for sleep or rest. Although he was deprived of certain pleasures, for a sword fanatic like Deadman's Blade, this was a pie from heaven.
