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... ulations! You have achieved the ‘Hero Spotter’. ]

“Do I get V-points for that?” He asked Kai, which appeared by his side once again as a holographic screen.

The world had stopped again, but only for everyone besides him and….. Cermin Drychspiel.

Min Cheng’s character in the flesh. He really did not expect to meet him so soon.

[No, unfortunately. But you do get a ‘Bonus’ instead.]

“What Bonus?” He frowned.

[Bonus information about your opponent.]

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