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... shook his head. After months on the run, even he hadn’t encountered anything like this before. Over a hundred clansmen had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind—like they’d never existed at all.

A chilling sense of unease crept into his heart.

He turned to look around.

Now, only a few dozen clansmen remained.

"Quick! Go check with Genesis Biotech!" he ordered.

"On it!" someone responded immediately, nodding and preparing to head off.

But ...

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