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Because of my wish to neither die nor live, I became a half-dead species.
This thing is called the Dragon Tooth Soldier.
I held my shiny calf bone in my hands with great grief to show that I still wanted to live.
"Really?"
Fortunately, I'm not just a dragon tooth soldier, I'm also a substitute messenger. I'm not powerless. My stand-in smiled and said he was willing to support me.
That's enough! You're just a substitute! Even if only you look more human-like between us, you are just a stand-in that looks like a giant moth!
"But I am surrounded by the world, richest in the world, with a hundred thousand miles of the Great Wall covering the sky, and a Gundam rail gun. Didn't you say you want to modify your calf bone to have its own magic cannon?"
... Stop talking, I agree to be adopted by you.
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