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... ibe appropriately; the monster corpses were at least 10 feet tall, and they were forming a huge, bloodied circular wall of monster corpses around the maroon-haired man, who had a leisurely look on his blood-covered ominously handsome face.

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"Huuu...." I shook my head to get rid of the monster's blood dripping down on my hair, which had turned dark maroon from all the monster blood, and placed my hand on my face to get rid of the blood dripping down from my face.

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