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... the dungeon was not dark and damp but quite bright and dry instead. The walls were not made out of mud that could be tunneled with a small rake or whatnot, but concrete walls similar to other Church of Games buildings where one could feel the divine power of the God of Games buffing it.


Moreover, the dungeon itself was not guarded by Players, but humanoid automatons.


It was a pity that Angora did not participate in the previous Elven Synchronized Intellect Nation (SIN) event ...

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