A True Genius Worries
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by Sophia Schmidt
little time to convince them to help him.
Being caught unprepared was what he hated the most, his only remaining option was hoping
for once in his life to be lucky.
A few seconds after he knocked on the door, Phloria let him in.
The mood in the room was gloomy, all those present had dejected faces and black circles
under the eyes. It seemed like they had finished a shift in a mine while mourning their
grandfather's death.
"Thank the gods, you all look like crap."