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... sical body.

# Can store three different abilities.

There was no great description of the item.

But its effects were enough to make anyone want one.

An item that could store three abilities.

But to Hercules it was much more than just an item.

"Why, you...!"

Kurrrrrrrr-.

The ground cracked and an earthquake struck.

Seeing Hercules' anger, YuWon felt a shiver run down his spine for the first time in a ...

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