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... of emotion. After all the battles and trials they had faced, they hadn't just defeated the remnants of the Black Hole Organization, but had become even more united and stronger.

"Alright, everyone, you've all worked hard," Dean Bruce said. "Let's head back and rest for now. We have plenty to do tomorrow."

Everyone nodded and followed Dean Bruce back to the academy.

The next day, Dean Bruce went to the classroom as usual, preparing for his lesson. However, as soon as he w ...

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The old man mentioned by the dog system seemed to be a little strong…

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