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... with brown scales opened his eyes.
Before him was a ceiling made of metal.
He looked around and found himself lying on a thin metal bed. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room.
“Where on earth is this?”
“Who am I?”
When the brown-scaled Fishman delved into this question, he couldn’t help but hold his head with both hands, feeling a soul-deep, intense agony.
...
“I… I remember now!”
“My name is Hehehe.”
“The rea ...
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