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Eighteen years ago, in this land, the Demon King perished. Reisu awoke alone in a gray, ash-covered wasteland with no memory of who he was or where he came from—only a faint warmth lingering in his chest, and a silver mark etched into his neck like a scar. Fragments of memory haunt him: a burning castle, screams, and himself standing at the center of it all. Was he a destroyer, or a protector? One thing alone he knows for certain: he never wants to hurt anyone again. As he wanders the desolat
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