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 Opening his eyes and lazily getting up from the bed, Boluogo let out a big breath and looked out the window, still seeing the familiar scenery.
 Abandoned thick smoke surged from the factory and poured into the sky. It was so gray that it was difficult for any light to penetrate the clouds.
 This is the normal state of Opos. With the advancement of industrial level, factories are spread all over the city. Amidst the sound of rumbling steel, toxic smog can be seen everywhere, coexisting with the city.
 Outside the window there is the noise of machinery, the noise of the TV is heard next door, on the other side there is the sound of couples quarreling, and the sounds of banging doors and quarrels coming from the corridor are endless, day after day.
 This is the end of cheap rent, but Boluogo doesn't mind. Compared with the wailing in the dark cell, these sounds are simply pleasant, and they are also full of life. Sometimes he will even lean against the wall to listen. What are these people arguing about?
 Get up, wash up, and get dressed.
 Boluogo's room is very tidy, without too many clutter. The only special things are the sand table in the living room and the record player in the corner.
 The sand table is filled with chess pieces, simulating the attack and defense of the legion. There are also a few stickers on the side, full of text, which seems to be the operator's experience.
 The bedroom is also very simple, with only a bed, a table, and a radio on the window sill.
 This is Burlogo's home. He has been living here since he left the sofa at Adele's house. Sometimes he would invite Jeffrey to his house for a drink or take him to Adele's house. , eating cookies made by Adele.
 She had been worried about herself, thinking that she would not be able to find a job because of her criminal record when she was just released from prison. In order to reassure her, he asked Jeffrey to pretend to be her boss, which dispelled Adele's doubts. Although it was said that a certain In this sense, Jeffrey is really his own boss.
 Jeffrey taught Boluogo a lot of things, and the knowledge about the devil came from him. Therefore, Boluogo always felt that Jeffrey was not that simple, but he would not tell him no matter how much he asked, so he had no choice but to give up.
 "Who will be next?"
 He muttered and opened the closet, which was neatly filled with identical white shirts.
 Boluogo's "gift" gave him extremely strong resilience. For this reason, when hunting demons, he always paid no attention to his own safety, and he couldn't die anyway.
 The flesh and blood body will not die, but his clothes will be damaged. Apart from paying rent, Boluogo's biggest expense is to buy spare clothes. They are of the same style and are bought at cheap wholesale prices.
 After cleaning himself up, he sat on the bed, facing the wall covered with black cloth.
 I opened the beer can I bought last night, took a bite of bread, stood up, and lifted the black cloth, revealing the covered wall.
 The walls are covered with countless sticky notes, many black and white photos, and some cut-out newspapers. They are fixed with thumbtacks and connected by red silk threads, entangled with each other like a spider web.
 Looking at the corner of the spider web, the person in the photo looked familiar. Boluogo muttered his name softly, picked up the pen, and drew a red cross on his photo.
 Doron Nord.
 This was the last person on the list, and there was nothing to do until new information came from Jeffrey.
 Sitting back on the bed, looking at this "remarkable military achievement", Boluogo felt very calm and began to think about the next thing.
 And then...the end of the internship period.
 Boluogo didn't know where he would go next, whether he would be imprisoned back in the dark prison or become a member of Jeffrey, but what was certain was that he could not be imprisoned back in the dark prison.
 He bent down and put his face on his hands, looking thoughtful.
 The isolated life in the black jail made Boluogo completely separated from the world. Even with a year's buffer, he was still a little at a loss. In this city, he had few friends or familiar people. Normally, he would visit Adele, but with Adele's death, his last contact disappeared and he was alone.
 There are no demons to hunt, no relatives to visit, and as for family…
 Boluogo did not continue to think about it.
 After a brief period of confusion, Boluogo returned to the living room, picked up a record and put it on the record player. Soon the singing started.
 Probably due to his experience in the black jail, Boluogo is an easily satisfied person with very low material desires. His only hobbies are music and reenacting historical battles with sandboxes.
 The soaring singing voice was full of noise and distortion, but there was nothing we could do about it. This record player was a second-hand item found at a flea market. It was a miracle that it could still run.
 Humming a song, Boluogo thought, this weekend is the end of the internship period, and it’s time to decide whether he should stay or go. I have to say that he is still a little nervous. Even in this rare free time today, he doesn’t know what to do. Do something.
 "As expected, I still can't be imprisoned."
 After a brief thought, Boluoge let out a long sigh.
 Adele's hatred, suppressing mania, the possibility of replenishing one's soul... and the most important things.
 What deal did Borogo make with the devil?
 He couldn't remember clearly. It was as if that memory had been deliberately erased. Boluogo couldn't even remember the devil's face or name. He only remembered the existence of the transaction, and he didn't know the content of the transaction.
 According to the recollection, it was all over when Bologg came to his senses...
 In that transaction, Bologo lost part of his soul and became the debtor he is today.
 He still doesn't know what price he paid. Is it really just this part of the soul? Or... there are more costs that have been forgotten by me.
 Boluogo shuddered. This feeling was really bad. He didn't even know what kind of "debt" he had borne. He only knew that his soul was missing.
 As for why he came to this world, that is an even more difficult mystery.
 "So what's the result?"
 Boluogo picked up the folding knife and started playing with it casually.
 This weapon is very interesting. When it is not unfolded, it is a long metal handle. As the mechanical structure rotates, the metal cover on one side will bounce up, and then like a switchblade, the second section of " The "blade" will pop out from the inside, and the first segment of the cover will be reset to become a "handle", and then the third segment of the sharp "blade" will slide out of the second segment of the "blade".
 The cold metal lengthened section by section and was placed in front of him, carrying a heavy murderous intent.
 Boluogo sighed, waiting was always irritating.
 …
 As night fell, Jeffrey stood on the rooftop. From here, he could see the building next door, where Boluogo lived.
 The outer walls of the dilapidated building were covered with moss and vines, and most of the walls were peeled off and broken, revealing the red bricks and stones.
 "Whether Bologo Lazarus can be hired depends on the results of tonight's assessment."
 A voice sounded from behind Jeffrey. A tall and thin man walked slowly and stood with Jeffrey, looking at the lonely building under the night.
 "I don't think he'll pass, Jeffrey," the man said.
 "Why? Just because he is a debtor? Yas," Jeffrey looked at Yas and asked in confusion, "How good he is, I remember I mentioned it to you on the phone."
 "I know, but excellence is one thing, and his status is another... I didn't agree with the idea of ​​hiring debtors from the beginning." Yas said unkindly.
 Jeffrey didn't say anything. As an old colleague, he could understand Yas's aversion to debtors, or in other words, to everything related to the devil.
 "But we do need people like this, people who go beyond common sense." Jeffrey said seriously.
 Yas didn't refute anything, or in other words, at this point, there was no use in refuting, as long as he waited for the result to happen.
 "The 'Kenshi' has been completely covered. Now that building has become part of the 'Kenshi'. It depends on how Lebius wants to take the exam... To be honest, I hate Lebius more than the debtor. That's good." Yas said.
 "Damn Lebius."
 Jeffrey also cursed, but it was just a curse. If "Lebius" did all this, he had no right to interfere with it.
 "Okay, let's just watch the show together."
 As said, he put his arm around Jeffrey's shoulders and said casually.
 "I bet three hundred dollars that he will die in this test, and his weird self-healing ability won't be able to save him."
 Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Jeffrey's eyes, and he slowly raised his head, the pressure on his face disappeared.
 "I'll bet you, but I bet he will kill all the guys who get in the way and pass the test."
 "Huh? Why are you so confident in that guy?"
 Why so confident?
 Jeffrey asked with a smile on his face.
 "Do you know what Bologo's 'gift' is?"
 "Self-healing..."
 Yas stopped mid-sentence and realized the problem.
 He never knew what Boluogo's "gift" was, and he just relied on the report to think that he was "self-healed".
 Seeing his reaction, Jeffrey was extremely satisfied. "Yes, for us, 'intelligence' is the most important thing. Even you have no right to view Boluogo's files."
 "What is his 'gift'?" Yas looked a little impatient.
 Jeffrey remained silent with a playful look in his eyes.
 "However, even if there is no so-called 'gift', I still think he can pass the test." Jeffrey said, recalling the scene not long ago in his mind.
 That happened shortly after Adele died.
 Jeffrey was suddenly notified that the debtor under his supervision was out of control.
 At that time, Jeffrey was already ready to transform Boluogo and take him back to the dark cell, but when he came to the place where he lost control, everything was over.
 There were corpses everywhere in the huge warehouse, and a few unlucky ones were hung from the beams. They died tragically. It seemed that they had suffered a lot of torture before they died.
 Jeffrey found Boluogo in the corner of the warehouse. He had turned into a bloody man. He didn't know what kind of battle he had experienced, but it could be seen that he was very tired and even the speed of his recovery was slow. It started to slow down, as if it was really going to die.
 "Give."
 Seeing Jeffrey, Boluogo seemed very happy. The white teeth and the blood on his face made him feel indescribably funny.
 He raised his hand and handed Jeffrey a piece of paper.
 The words on the list are crooked, full of pain and despair, and the black words are soaked in blood, light and heavy at the same time.
 Lists, lists of demons.
 Using knives and blood, Boluogo pried out the list from the mouths of these villains. Each name was a potential demon who was involved in smuggling the Philosopher's Stone.
 Getting rid of the memories, Jeffrey actually felt a little excited.
 "Berogo will pass. Only by regaining his freedom can he move forward, whether it is revenge for Adele or repairing his own soul."
 Jeffrey murmured.
 “The end justifies the means, no matter the cost.”
 In the distance, the "Reclamation Room" was activated, and the gray-white bricks began to move, blocking all the entrances and exits of the building. The fine and complicated textures emitted a shimmering light that kept flickering on the walls of the building.
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 Boluogo woke up leisurely from the sofa and rubbed his tired eyes with a slight headache. The room was dark.
 He has never had the habit of taking a nap, because Boluogo would often sleep for the entire afternoon, and when he woke up, it would be a lonely night... This didn't feel good. Every time he woke up, he felt like he was abandoned by the whole world. Same.
 He stretched and took a deep breath. Before he could completely relax his body, he became alert, and every muscle was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.
 Boluogo smelled a smell of corruption.
 Evil, twisted, and decayed, like piles of corpses soaked in stagnant water. The corpse water was mixed with blood, and it was covered with mosquitoes and flies, making a disturbing buzzing sound.
 The taste was so bad, but when Boluoge sniffed it, it seemed extremely delicious. Just smelling this smell made him faintly excited, and even his blood became hot.
 demon.
 This is the smell of devil.
 "The soul is our most precious 'origin'. All changes in the soul will be reflected on the body. People who lack the soul will appear sick, and people who have completely lost their soul, that is, demons, will have their bodies become empty. The shell is constantly decaying, just like a living corpse. Only by devouring the soul can the body's decay be stopped and the inner hunger satisfied.
 So many times, you can tell the presence of a demon by its smell. "
 Jeffrey's words rang in his ears. This was what he had taught Boluogo. Since then, Boluogo has been very sensitive to smells, whether it was incense or stench.
 The devil will temporarily satisfy his empty hunger by devouring souls to suppress the outbreak of mania, but he will still have a faint smell of decay, which he will cover up with a lot of perfume.
 "Devil?"
 Burlogo muttered, picking up the unfolded folding knife with a wary gaze.
 He didn't know why the demon appeared here, but he knew that except for Boluogo, there were ordinary people in this building. They had no resistance to the demon and they would be killed and eaten.
 Even though your neighbors are annoying, they shouldn't become the devil's food.
 "Am I a savior?"
 Boluogo said to himself.
 Opening the closet was like some kind of magical ritual. Bologna put on a white shirt and tie, and arranged his appearance in front of the mirror, as if he was about to go to work.
 Yes, this is indeed work, but to be more precise... it's overtime.
 Opening the drawer in the closet, it was filled with cold folding knives. Boluogo liked such weapons, which were both deadly and easy to store. More importantly, they did not make too much noise.
 Picking up a few folding knives, inserting them into the lined tactical straps, one after another, he picked up the black jacket and gathered all the deadly edges.
 Walking towards the door, bursts of rotten stench overflowed from the cracks in the door.
 There was no fear on his face, but Boluogo was a little happy.
 Others may be afraid of demons, but to Bologo, demons represent the fragments of the soul, the possibility of completing the soul, and suppressing the onset of mania.
 More importantly, it’s possible to vent reasonably.
 Leaving the bedroom and passing by the living room, he randomly picked up a record and placed it on the record player. The black record began to rotate slowly, making a rustling sound.
 When he opened the door, the lights in the corridor flickered on and off. He had complained to the building manager many times, but this guy only thought about the rent and never thought about repairs.
 The usual noise was no longer there, and the corridor was eerily silent. The yellowed walls were covered with messy advertisements. It seemed that for an instant, only Boluogo was left in the building.
 In the old building, the folding knife scraped against the wall, making a harsh sound.
 Bologo looked at the doors of his neighbors, and saw that the "doors" had all disappeared, replaced by gray cement walls. Not only Bologo's neighbors, but all the doors except Bologo's room were blocked. The cement walls are blocked, even the windows.
 The entire building was sealed and turned into a prison.
 "Is the killing array only aimed at me?"
 It's unclear how the "devil" did this, but Bologg didn't get nervous. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, which meant he didn't have to spend his energy taking care of his neighbors.
 Having witnessed all kinds of extraordinary events, Bologo quickly accepted the current situation.
 After all, devils and souls are real, so what else is impossible?
 Dead silence and putrid smell, a strange coldness surged in the closed building, but at this moment, the low bass sound suddenly came from Boluogo's room, followed by the undulating drum beat and the increasingly exciting guitar sound .
 Hot rock music sounded.
 When Boluogo first came to this world, he was in great pain. Entertainment items were sparse and "primitive", and his technological level was not too backward. But when he recalled his previous life, he found that there were too many differences.
 It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. This is probably what Bologe felt at the time. But luckily among the misfortunes, there are still things in this world that Bologg is interested in.
 Such as rock music.
 "Xie Yi follows you like a shadow! Xie Yi sleeps with you! Xie Yi calls out your desires!"
 On the record player, the lead singer sang with all his strength in a hoarse voice.
 Boluogo also hummed the same melody, holding the folding knife with cold light, like the god of death wandering at night.
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 "Hello, my name is Borogo Lazarus, a debtor." 
 The wounds on Boluogo's face were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood remaining on the face flowed back, and the skin was rejoined, as if going back in time. 
 Facing the demon who was dying of fear, he whispered. 
 "This is my 'gift' and my 'debt'." 
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 Sixty-six years ago, with the end of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the Oath City Opos rose from the ruins of the Holy City. 
 Sixty-six years later, the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League, two behemoths across the continent, are planning another war that will engulf all things. 
 The Bureau of Order, the King's Secret Sword, the Monks of Truth, the Orangutan Sect, the Secret Groups...the entities lurking in the shadows of history are trying to join this grand carnival. 
 Under the curtain, the devils enjoy the pain of mortals, taste the value of sacrifice, play with fate, and grant curses and blessings. 
 Watching the mortals who are the same kind, hating and killing each other...
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 Han Mu has traveled to an era where spiritual energy is revived, fierce beasts are rampant, countless secret realms, and everyone can awaken their talents to be extraordinary.
 On the day of awakening, Han Mu awakened the sss talent and practiced the fake talent, but he was rated as the most useless talent.
 The most important thing is to deceive all beings, but before Han Mu, someone has publicly practiced the talent of the fake, so that no one believes the lie of practicing the fake, and finally, the talent of practicing the fake is reduced to the highest level. useless talent.
 At a critical moment, Han Mu awakens his second talent, the gate of time and space. He can enter other worlds through the gate of time and space, deceive sentient beings in other worlds, practice falsehoods into real ones, and become the supreme god.
 In the wizarding world of the extraordinary villain, because of his huge body, he is regarded as the first god who opened up the world, gained countless beliefs, practiced falsehoods to become true, and directly gave birth to divine power.
 In the world of Immortal Dao, he spread the Tao Te Ching and was regarded as the ancestor of Taoism. After practicing the falsehood and becoming real, Ziqi traveled 30,000 miles to the east, and obtained the real body of the ancestor of Taoism.
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 A generation of mad god Li Kuang, tyrannical bully all his life, one sword in hand, defeated the world’s heroes, but when he crossed the calamity, he was conspired by his favorite person, fell under the sky calamity, Xianwu Road is extinct.
 Six hundred years after Li Kuang’s rebirth, the former Hongyan was already a generation of lords, overlooking the world, and ravaging the world, but what about this, since it made me live again, I would dominate the world again, step on the world again, and lose again The enemy, once again at the peak of the martial arts, what will happen to the next generation of the Lord, still stepping on your feet!
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 Hongmeng shatters, chaos evolves. 
 In order to rebuild Hongmeng, Dao Cang carried the treasure of Hongmeng, walked out of the broken Hongmeng, and wandered in the endless time and space of chaos. 
 Kill the Chaos Demon God at the start! 
 In the long and wild, heaven and earth are the chessboard, and all living beings are the chess pieces. 
 The method of creating the nine tribulations of heaven and earth, binding the prehistoric, manipulating the amount of calamities, and evolving the prehistoric world 
 A sword spirit* that he casually transformed has become a peerless Great Sword Sovereign! 
 He gave a ray of chaotic taiyin of good fortune, and became the unparalleled female emperor of divine might! 
 A fortune-telling green lotus he rescued, created a lotus in the eternal blue sky, and became the supreme green emperor! 
 Dao Cang’s plan is for eternity, and after nine calamities, he will prove the position of Dao Dao Zun. 
 Hongmeng is recreated, the eternal Hongmeng God Realm reappears, I am Taicang Dao Zun!
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 The ghost system is bound, and one ghost is signed in every day.
 At the beginning, I was worried about dying from the resuscitation of the ghosts, but soon, I found that even the ghosts could not be revived normally in my body.
 Slowly, I started smoking ghost cigarettes, wearing ghost clothes, driving ghost cars, and living in ghost houses decorated with ghost furniture.
 To this day, I don't even know what I am.
 There are countless ghosts in my body, but I have a human consciousness.
 I am a human being, but wherever I pass by, even ghosts shy away.
 My name is Yin Jian, and I'm traveling in a ghost village, but none of the villagers came out to entertain me.
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 Book lovers who like rebirth technology flow should not miss it, this is a cool article in the guise of a video game, in fact, the protagonist is fighting for dominance in the business sea and spreading flowers!
 Li Xuan, a returnee from China, had an accident because he did not fasten his seat belt when the plane landed at Hong Kong International Airport.
 In 1979, the era of computers was in the ascendant, but the era of electronic game consoles was gradually entering its climax. pacman, this humble game console sold 100,000 units a year and swept the world, as well as Super Mario, Tank Wars, Street Fighter, do you remember those familiar games?
 Let’s watch Li Xuan start from the arcade, build his own electronic empire, wake up to control the world, lie on the knees of the beauty, step by step to the pinnacle of life! ! !
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 This novel is also known as My Master Keeps Breaking Through On The Verge Of Death
 “Master, it’s the incompetence of the disciple that prevented you from breaking through before the deadline.”
 “Don’t worry, your master, I can’t die.” Xu Fan said with a smile as he looked at his distraught apprentice.
 “It’s the incompetence of the disciple, I couldn’t get a few more foundation pills for the master, or else…” The sect Tianjiao, who was kneeling on the ground, burst into tears, and for a while he couldn’t make a sound.
 Xu Fan looked at his eldest disciple helplessly, took out a Foundation Establishment Dan and stuffed it into his mouth at will.
 In an instant, five colors of divine light appeared between heaven and earth.
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 This novel is also known as I'm Leveling Up Too QuicklyI’m exhausted, devastated, sleepless, conscientious, and tireless… I just want to break through slowly, but the system doesn’t allow it! 
 Special encounter system: congratulations to the host taking the first breath in his life, you have obtained 300 breakthrough points, congratulations on your breakthrough! 
 Special encounter system: congratulations to the host for the first time in his life, you have obtained 3000 breakthrough points, congratulations on your breakthrough! 
 Special encounter system: Congratulations to the host holding hands for the first time in your life, you have obtained 30,000 breakthrough points, congratulations on your breakthrough! 
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 System, can you stop letting me break through? I have already been lying in bed for a hundred chapters in order to have fewer special occasions. Why is the breakthrough still so fast? If I continue to break through, my jealous and virtuous father will definitely kill me!
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 When Arran decides to become a mage, he quickly discovers that magic can be more dangerous than he had ever imagined. Soon, he finds himself hunted for powers he never knew he had.
 Helped by a mysterious mage with secret motives, he sets off on a journey to escape his enemies. But where will he run? And can he trust his helper?
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 Jiang Liangchan was transmigrated into a book and to the body of a sweet naive young woman whose family was destined to be a supporting role and a cannon fodder with catastrophic end.
 Her father and brother would cut off the male lead official road. While she on the other hand would be as ruthless as a demon and tried to kill the female lead.
 With knowledge of this plot, she frantically followed and helped Cheng Fang and the female lead among to act as a go between in an attempt to make up for their mistakes.
 Finally, the story line goes to the magpie bridge, where the female heroine set foot on the bridge, henceforth will entangled with the male protagonist in one’s life and will doted on all her life.
 Standing at the foot of the magpie bridge, Jiang Liangchan breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to retire
 Chen Fang stared at her and lifted her chin: “This bridge is yours.”
 Jiang Liangchan: ?????
 I treat you like a brother, but you treat me like your girl instead?
 This friendship between the ruthless male protagonist and the vicious female isn’t that simple, right?
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 Read books to become gods, and write books to become holy!
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 Reading can get treasures!
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 And the author is supreme, one book opens up the world, and one book creates gods and demons!
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 Ye Xuan traveled through and found that the novels here lacked brain holes, the plot was boring, and even the author did not understand writing skills?
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 In order to earn 'expectation value' to unlock more books on Earth, Ye Xuanguo has created an alternative way of preaching!
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 "Shushan": Sword Ancestor Broken Void is going to soar, breaking chapters for nine days and nine nights, and readers across the country are eagerly waiting for updates!
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 "Journey to the West": Sun Wukong made a big havoc in the Heavenly Palace, the title party's 60 chapters of hydrology, 100,000 readers jumped and cursed!
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 "Prehistoric Desolation": Tongtian fought against Yuanshi Tianzun, breaking and procrastinating for 30 days, driving millions of cultivators crazy!
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 [Because this is my first time writing a book, the beginning is a bit bad, but it gets better later on] (Group portrait) 
 Lin Fan, who accidentally traveled to the world in the Warhammer 40k book, discovered that he had unique abilities. 
 Under the influence of this ability, the Necrontyr who killed the ancient saints and annihilated the stars had no choice but to call them subjective. 
 Slaanesh wanted to be corrupted but could not, and his whole body twitched in discomfort; Tzeentch regarded it as the life and death enemy that destroyed himself, and kept laying various traps in order to protect himself. 
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