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... why there were no guards around, and King Sharo smirked.


"You must be wondering why the security is lax here compared to the king's private property."


Zero didn't want to feed the elven king's ego and remained silent but analysed the magic barrier. It was a powerful spell on par with the Great Gods' Blessings, and no mortal could break it. In fact, Sage Gods and Demi-Gods might not be able to create a dent in it unless they were someone like King Yama. King Sharo's confide ...

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