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[Intermediate: Tiger’s Strength! (Lv. 6)]

[Intermediate: The Unbearable Lightness of Being (Lv. 5)]

[Master: Presence Detection (Lv. Max)]

After parting ways with Lucy’s group, Lin immediately used a series of appropriate skill scrolls. Two skills to erase his presence and weight, one to increase his luck just in case, one to enhance his strength, and finally, a high-level detection skill. Although it felt wasteful to use a top-grade skill, it was far better th ...

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