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... [***Synchronizing***]

> >10%<< >>20%<< >>30%<< >>40%<< >>50%<< >>60%<< >>70%<< >>80%<< >>90%<<

>>100%<<

Ding!

[System has been successfully merged with the host. Evolution process will begin now]

At the words displayed, Vincent suddenly clutched his head in pain, as he felt like his body was being pricked by a million needles.

"Ah ...

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