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... us face, spreading her long hair out, and then entered a beautiful hot spring cloud. The delicate body went into the water little by little, and she gently picked up a glass of wine, with a soothing sigh in her mouth. As the number of space agents increased, the resources devoted to her by Nightmare Space gradually shifted, and the assigned task of plot correction also decreased.

This is not a good sign!

Because as the number of space agents increases, the competiti ...

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