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Chapter 650

Day 131 – Nighttime, White Weirdo Inn

　Waking from sleep, whether muddled memories, dreams, and delusions are mixing together, a revolving lantern of a frozen tuna’s life (without the migration arc) flashed by as I was done with as they pleased, but since it looks like it’s starting now, was it a prophetic dream? Yeah, thanks to the Raw High School Girl Group Voluptuous Meat Dumpling Giant Ball Rolling (including Middle School Girls), my consciousness seems confused… the dream was vivid, wasn’t it!?

　Well, needless to say, since asking for providence in a different world is presumptuous and this is an ironclad template, it probably doesn’t even need explanation, but if I were to step on the ironclad template even though it’s superfluous: when I woke up, I was Prometheus. Yeah, I know this ceiling well.

　Or rather, it seems I had lost consciousness for quite a while, I’m tired, you know?