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Chapter thirteen
Author: Little Bunny
last update2026-09-08 01:40:28

A bright flash of light exploded in Vandal’s eyes, followed instantly by a crushing migraine and a throbbing lump swelling on top of his head.

He shrieked inwardly, voice cracking with panic, “Who the hell does this guy think he is? What the fuck is wrong with him?!”

When the pain finally faded, he had become someone else. He now stood nine feet tall with massive shoulders and thick, corded muscles covered in coarse hair. The name Alarik Yaegoroth had wrapped itself around his mind like an unwa
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