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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="3f48372187b6952279fc56b7fd552c95""You're being a dickhead to our son, that's what. Now, play fair next time. I'm going out for some food. Would you like to come?" He looked at his son, and Y/N nodded. There was no reason not to leave his mother outside alone. And they were getting groceries. "Go ahead pops. Just make sure you bring back some Hot Fries for me. Heh."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="30d884f0224a5a4424e30ece41a357ea""The Otherworlders were deemed as evil, demons sent by the Demon Lord and her Followers. And all Otherworlders were participating in a war against the continent of Monsvae-Teleria. Unfortunately, the Otherworlders lost, and now are hunted wherever they may be by the Heresy Inquisitors." And that's where his unlucky shit came in. Of course, he was the only type of person to be hunted by nearly everyone in the world.../p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="365bde95a581adad9a8009671e5ce1d4"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;""/u/em/spanThis will help you in everyday life. It won't be like one of those game systems you see in those Manwha and shit. It'll only appear when you call for it, when you're in critical condition, when we need to talk to you, and when you need information." He says, taking a sip of his coffee. Y/N noticed he said "We", and decided to ask a very important question. "What is your name..?"/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="695af8c0763dec28fc24a68526d0b0ff"The man raised an eyebrow before blushing slightly and chuckling. "My name is Yaegar. And I'll be your advisor for your journey. I can't come with, but I'll be helping along the way~" He says, letting his words trail off slightly... Y/N shrugs, not taking that trail off as much. "So, what's next?"/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="17791f89ec951b8cea70d109ceb3ffdc"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;"1. Wendigo's Subject (B-Class)/u/spanbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;"2. Final Boss (F-Class)/u/spanbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;"3. Righteous Hand of God (A-Class)/u/spanbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;"4. Rogues Adversary(C-Class)/u/spanbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;"5. Arrow of Insidious(A-Class)/u/span/p
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