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Chapter 2561

Oakley went numb. “What’s happening? Why does everything look upside down? This... This is...” His body was lying in a pool of blood. Then, with a final curse, Oakley fell silent forever. Silence filled the air, but Fogort seemed indifferent to the other two's deaths. “Like moths drawn to a flame.” Just then, Clint called out to Fogort. “Stop right there! You—” “Come on, let’s just pretend I was never here, alright?” Fogort suggested as if brushing off the gravity of the situation. “No way!” Clint prepared to attack again, but Casimir stopped him. “Fogort, I remember you. You’re the disciple of Path Master Mireu, aren’t you?” “That’s right.” “So, are you eyeing my position too?” Fogort quickly shook his head. “Of course not. Even if you gave me 800 lives, I wouldn’t dare to covet your position.” “Then, why did you come to Hydra Hill this time?” “I, for one, am descending the mountain to train and hone my skills. To answer honestly, I find it... enjoyable.” “Enjoyable? Enj

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