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By the time I broke through the 200th floor, meeting possessors in the Tower had become a rare occurrence.
It seemed that from the 200th floor onward, this was considered the “heavenly realm” by possessor standards, so fewer people were tackling it.
The last possessor I encountered was on the 203rd floor—a five-year-old girl with short black hair. At a glance, she was clearly a possessor from a childcare story. The moment she saw me, she skipped the usual greeting and shouted:
Her adorable, lisping voice paired with her enthusiastically raised thumbs was so cute and lovable it was almost unbearable. So, I responded…
I corrected her pronunciation nice and clear before heading off.
And so, with that little exchange with the one called “Saint’s Daughter,” my solitary climb up the Tower continued.
I’m currently on the 231st floor. It’ll probably stay this lonely until…
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