On the seventh day of continuous overtime work, my vision went dark, and when I opened my eyes again, I turned into an eight-year-old Taoist boy.
I thought I could relax and recuperate, but monsters are rampant here. While other brothers are meditating, I am working on a standardized assembly line for spells. Even with my thin arms and legs, I can become a heavenly master.
Well written, good work!
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