Chapter 364 I staggered backward. Outside the old Baekilmong office, in the corridor, a black figure was butchering the rag doll of 130666. Its eyes were staring at me. The Baekilmong mascot character. Originally a classically deformed yellow dragon, it was now a grotesque mess, every part of its arms and legs and head and features distorted as though shattered...
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