Happy Life
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Opening his eyes and beholding the marvel of the otherworldly realm before him, Zeikin stood up and went outside. Taking out a pack of cigarettes, he leaned against the wall of the house and spent some time in contemplation, smoking one after another – until his head became clouded with nicotine – looking at his feet, pondering the fleeting nature of existence, and leveling up his faith stat by one point.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
