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... the game's development to be this outrageous.

That damned old lady took the bucket and ran away just like that.

But he soon figured it out.

Since resurrections in the game didn't reverse time, the old lady had witnessed his two deaths, which scared her off the third time he approached her.

Yep, it made sense.

The game's text was still appearing.

[Poor Traveler, the evil Skill Practitioner burnt down his own house before leaving, and you have no ch ...

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