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... in his body.

And he realized that everything around him was empty, and he couldn’t feel any of his five senses.

‘Am I dead after all?’

He thought his life was truly pathetic.

He was an orphan who didn’t even know who his parents were, and he had lived half his life as an assassin after being taken in by an assassination organization.

Just when he finally retired and tried to live like a human being, everything became twisted because of one damn impostor. < ...

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