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"Whenever the monsters in the dungeon come up, there will always be lonely, silent, and lonely souls that wake up and transform. I happen to be one of them." As if to show off his skills, the thin man held a bottle of 100% absinthe in one hand and a pen in the other, and wrote his name - Shane in cursive script at the end of the book. —— Xia En sat in the room, and the people in the city chanted his honorary name. The honorary guest of the ancient elf empire, the life and death brother of the orc chief, the best friend of the human queen (crossed out), the recognized genius alchemist, the founder of peace on the continent, the supreme guardian of living creatures, and the brave man who sealed off the dungeon. It's just a little bit of wind and frost. As he preached to the outside world, these false names are dispensable. He is thinking about something now, something that has been bothering him ever since he traveled through time, something that has not been solved for many years. "Why, why is this damn black bread still so hard!"