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Thirty years later.
Nora Calendar, year 3450.
Ancient Banyan Fairyland.
"Hungry, hungry, hungry..."
After nearly two hundred years of slumber, Leon touched his deflated stomach.
His appearance underwent a dramatic change.
From a three-inch golden figure, he transformed into a three-foot small person, the insect characteristics gradually fading, leaving only a pair of carapace wings.
And a pair of exceptionally mysterious golden compound eyes.
Without indulging in the changes brought about by his advancement, he rushed to his soul storage warehouse, devouring box after box of cans with whirlwind speed, emptying it in an instant.
"Only three-quarters full... but that's enough."
Leon looked at the great tribulation in the sky.
A wailing ladder formed by billions of twisted evil spirits reached toward the deep.
There, the Land of Darkness posed its challenge to him.
If he utilized the power of the Mother River, Leon felt he could easily overcome it.
