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... grades of the golem core were especially important.

After all, they decided what grade the golem created could reach.

While there were other deciding factors on what grade a golem would become, the most important factor was the grade of the core.

If the grade of the core was too lacking, then there was no way for the golem to be strong.

Only if the grade of the core was at the level that was needed would a strong golem be created.

So that meant that this A ...

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