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The conference room was shrouded in a stifling, eerie tension. Everyone kept their heads down, avoiding eye contact; and if their gazes did meet, they would quickly look away. It felt less like a briefing and more like a funeral. "Sorry to keep you all waiting. We had to verify the intel from our informant," Neil said as he stepped into the room. I saw Aramis follow behind the crossbreed, but there was no sign of Edwin. Ever since I passed along Smith's proposal, they had bee
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Unfortunately, no. Otherwise, that scene would’ve been a lot more entertaining. According to the setting, Michael was hidden in Zorro’s collar while guiding the way. Zorro suddenly felt a phantom pain in his butt because he remembered Klaus’s training—he was always getting his butt kicked hard by the white shepherd.
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Yes, that's right—they're clones. Each of the seven factions has a prototype clone, serving as the genetic reservoir to maintain the faction's stability. Each faction keeps around a thousand fertilized eggs in reserve, to be thawed and used when genetic degradation occurs. Among them, Snow has the longest lifespan, so the fewest of fertilized eggs have been used.
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The Golden Retrievers are seeking a ceasefire with the Three Musketeers, but it's still unclear what plans they're discussing with the Senate. This time, Zorro wasn’t stripped completely—his gear was just scattered around. And yes, at this point in time, there are three Qana in existence. One of them died in battle in Antarctica. The reason behind this situation will be explained in Storm Wolf Book 2, though there should already be enough clues for readers to deduce the truth.
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"The fire fox’s view is clear—The Senate’s aircraft just landed," I said, huddled under the adaptive camouflage blanket and adjusting the binoculars to focus on the opening hatch. "Visual feed’s clear," Neil’s voice came through my earpiece. "Let’s see who they’ve sent." As I watched the Golden House’s reception and security detail busying themselves, an odd sense of unease steadily grew in my chest. Not long ago, we received intel that the security system—which had been completel
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Zorro sees Edwin as his older brother. After that day, whenever Zorro needs emotional support, he goes to Edwin's place to stay overnight.
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I'm glad I can still surprise you.
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Well, I suppose the way my story usually unfolds tends to follow a set framework—what's meant to happen will happen. But I can promise you this: Aramis will never find out the role Leo played in that tragic incident or Leo's relationship with Zorro. I'm somewhat averse to the kind of character conflict that create by this kind of situation.
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I grabbed a muffin for myself, while Edwin poured coffee into a gigantic mug and let out a massive yawn. “You’re being a little dramatic. It hasn’t even started yet,” I said quietly, hoping he’d tone it down. “This place is downright depressing!” Edwin grumbled. “Even if I were fine before, this dump would mess me up.” He waved vaguely at the circle of chairs arranged in the center of the room. “I totally get why Aramis showed up once and never came back.” “Aramis has attended gro
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I shouldn't talk about Dorothy. But...
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We’ll see the reason in the next paragraph.
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Ah, I just love stories where things gradually unfold and eventually come together as a complete picture.
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"Let's hear it for the little fox!" Edwin’s voice boomed above the others, even louder than the clinking of large mugs. "Thanks," I said, taking a sip of my cider. "If you hadn’t gone running with me every morning, I’d probably be crawling out of some swamp deep in the jungle by now, panicking over every suspicious buzzing sound." Edwin raised his mug above his head and then took another big gulp. "And Klaus taught me how to breathe properly," the white shepherd gave me a smile, "and Athos
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Hearing the sharp whistle of the wind being split, I followed my training and swung my sword to deflect the attack. "Not a bad reaction," Klaus said calmly—but his movements were anything but. He immediately stepped forward, closing the distance to pressure me, and launched the next strike. "Keep your footwork nimble. Don't stop." When the white dog’s wooden stick hit my shin, I couldn’t help but let out a small yelp. "Watch your balance." I had just barely regained my footing when I caught
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Klaus is a white shepherd, a sword fighter instructor, but not a psychic.
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After going through such terrifying ordeals, everyone deserves a proper rest. Shh, We don’t talk about Dorothy! As for Klaus, we’ve seen him appear in earlier chapters. All his friends know about it. That’s also why, in an earlier chapter, when Neil lost control, he said, “Edwin loves raising his tail for people.”
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Before the final battle arrives, we will sense the change in the air! When that time comes, the actions each faction must take will become clear. Yes, the ability to wield a sword is crucial in this world with psychics.
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“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” A throat-clearing cough nearly made me jump out of my skin. And when I saw it came from a golden retriever, I actually did jump. “Of course not.” Once I remembered this was Athos, I hurriedly forced myself to brush the dust off my clothes and pretend to be calm. “Not at all.” “I hope my… appearance isn’t too disturbing for you?” Athos said with a smile. “If necessary, I can put the mask back on.” “No need!” Though he was clearly joking,
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I suppose I’m closer to the kind of romantic who charges headlong even when fate is impossible to defy.
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Already planning for the future? That’s impressively far-sighted.
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A black bear... I have a few very bold guesses—I hope I can get it right.
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Aramis Smile! Smile! Smile! Wag your tail! Wag your tail! Wag your tail! Be friendly! Be friendly! Be friendly! Sometimes, that frantic, overjoyed voice grew far too loud. I clenched my wrist tightly and grounded my teeth. Smile! Smile! Smile! Wag your tail! Wag your tail! Wag your tail! Be friendly! Be friendly! Be friendly! Fortunately, it usually didn’t last too long. “Athos...” Sometimes, that voice would call me by different names—I never figured out wh
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Yes, I absolutely love this plot. Haha, maybe it comes from a certain character stereotype. That's right—meet Athos, at your service.
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We’re about to witness a new legend being written!
