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... led slowly.

"It's time to go back," he muttered, floating there like it was the most normal thing in the world.

But teleporting? Nah. That was too basic. Too boring. Adam wasn't about that. If he was gonna return, it had to be loud. Flashy. A proper "I'm back" moment.

He stretched lazily, like a guy waking up from a nap, then waved his hand. A glowing panel slid open in front of him—his status screen.

He whistled. "Damn, I really upgraded."

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Men ...

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