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... he gently leaned against his back while Michael continued working. He smiled from one ear to another, his golden eyes glowing vibrantly as the pictures before him changed.

"I’m watching our friends. Well, not only them. I’m watching…everyone, if you want me to be precise," He muttered while using his Essence to shape the bowl field with water before him. The bowl transformed into a mirror’s frame, and the water rippled as it transformed into liquid glass. At least, that was what it looke ...

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“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

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As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

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