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In a training hall, a student could be seen moving his fingers as if controlling a thread; each of his movements was like that of a puppeteer.

Before him were multiple big hands, which he was controlling with his threads from afar, making them dance on his command.

His fingertips shone in a purple glow as he manipulated countless tight strings.

He had been training for a few weeks. It was now that he had been able to master this art.

"I had to make some adjustments to this technique, but after that, I have been able to master it easily." An emotionless voice came from him.

It had no excitement or joy, as if the one that had opened its mouth was a robot.

As the boy's face became visible, first were his silver hairs, then his purple eyes. There was no expression on his cold face.