"VROM!"
"VROM!"
"VROM!" A cool luxury car revved up loudly for 3 times before the engine died in the next. A breath later, the car door opened to spit the fat figure of our bored gamer.
He did not wear any school uniform whatsoever but only the usual casual attire at this time.
It can be said that this was one of the good perks of college students against their younger high school counterparts.
Clark was not shy in his money and spent expensive branded clothing on himself.
With his one hundred long tour inside the library of one very stubborn little baldy, our bored gamer was not anymore timid in showing off his gains from that forced vacation.
He believed that as long as no one would know that he was a clone harpy monster rather than a simple human, he would not trigger the restriction that would kill him off from the face of this world.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Good morning, Master!"
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