The graveyard

The unusual and the extraordinary were in an overlapping state that appeared and disappeared, similar to the state he was in when he awakened Formation, but weaker than that, with the world of the unusual dominating and pressing down on the little bit of extraordinary aura that couldn't lift its head.

"Not at all." Zachary's fingertips flipped knives on and off as he raised his chin slightly and spoke bluntly, "Fight?"

"Have a conversation." Zachary had a bit of a headache, "If an inhuman ghost god kneels for me, if rumors spread tomorrow that I've taken a bribe, will I be promoted?"

It was a part of his body, a materialization of his spirit, a twin second side of the flower, just him.

It is repeated three times, the first time written hesitantly and a little wildly, the second time with some regularity, and the third time in perfectly clean and steady handwriting, evidently written while conscious, and with which the person who wrote it identifies himsel

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