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As soon as Keter saw the man, he immediately took off his shirt.
Seeing that, the man grew even more frantic and shouted, “A perverted thief!”
Keter had only taken off his clothes because he didn't want to ruin his favorite shirt, but he grinned slyly and said, “You’re standing so calmly in front of a perverted thief who likes balding middle-aged men.”
“Huh?”
The man hastily raised his staff, and mana began to gather at the tip. Though he looked like a washed-up loser who had gambled away his fortune, he was in fact the master of this ruin and the creator of sticker magic.
“The flames of wrath that turn the world to ash, burn—Fireball!”
At the end of his chant, a blazing sphere the size of a human head shot from his staff toward Keter.
Keter was dumbfounded for two reasons.
“Casting a three-circle spell with a chant, and your aim is off, too.”
Keter hadn’t moved at all, but the Fireball went flying wide to the left. He calmly took two steps left and let the Fireball hit him. After all, that was the reason he had taken off his shirt. The man trembled with terror as he watched...
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