After fifteen years, I grew up.
In order to avenge the excrement mixed with porridge, I traveled from Egypt to Japan, intending to use my stand-in to kill that hated guy with my own hands.
For this reason, I was regarded as a beggar from Egypt. Several office workers tiredly took out a few banknotes from their pockets and threw them to me.
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Death Thirteen traveled through everyone's dreams, but did not find the person I was looking for.
I even wondered for a while whether that guy was traveling.
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In a guy's dream, I seemed to find the answer.
Intention: He seems to have no dreams