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I Maxed Out My Luck Stat - Chapter 8: Fuck You
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... hose back pressed against the ground.
He was nearly motionless, save for his pained and ragged breathing.
Her purple eyes reflected his pathetic state, but their cold gleam showed disinterest in his suffering. Although he had wounds all over his body, which were healing at a rather slow pace, she truly could not care less.
She placed her small feet on his chest, pressing against his broken ribs so that he could make some kind of movement.
Just as expected—he screa ...
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