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The oiled Tsulak of level 3 enters the hall of chieftains and presents his noticeably grown muscles as proof of completing a training course.
“Another fighter in our ranks! Wonderful!” exclaimed the floor washer 4, admiring Tsulak’s transformation.
Yesterday’s weakling is brought into the throne room, where an unfamiliar, oiled fighter immediately punches him in the face.
Tsulak receives 40 damage (70/110).
“Welcome to the newbies, brother!” congratulated Tsulak’s attacker. “Don’t be offended! This is how we do things here.”
Slightly beaten, the trainee fighter appears before the throne of the Fighters clan leader. He is now occupied by a fragile and surprisingly familiar girl with long blonde hair. He has already seen her a couple of times out of the corner of his eye in the training halls. To the right of the chieftain stood Varna, who was even more familiar.
“We have reinforcements? Not bad,” Tisa Gentong took a sip from a large scarlet goblet.
