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CHAPTER 11. The Only Thing on The Menu

Auteur: tuanputri
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-25 06:20:06

From one figure, it became two, then more. Before I knew it, a whole group had gathered in front of me. Their harsh conversation stopped as soon as my shadow fell to the floor. Six pairs of eyes turned simultaneously. Their gazes didn't just stare; they clawed at my skin, stripping away any vestiges of shamelessness until I felt completely naked.

Damn.

What am I?

A hunter-collector?

Why do their numbers keep multiplying?!

It felt like a rock was in my throat, blocking my breath. If I continued
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