'Cast the curse upon their children, upon their grandchildren...
Upon their grandchildren, and even future generations.'
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Lann felt a dizzying blur.
And amid the dizziness, it seemed as if he hallucinated hearing some deep yet calm female voice, speaking like passing a sentence.
That calm tone didn't reflect the owner's emotions; instead, it contained a kind of accepted despair.
Lann's current feeling was as if he hadn't replenished his spirit after a nap, but rather, his mind was fuzzy and blurred.
This feeling was quite unsettling.
Because undoubtedly, having undergone Interstellar Warrior augmentation surgery to this point, he should possess hormone control far beyond ordinary people.
Insomnia and lack of rest were distant memories for him.
Moreover, although his memory was unclear, he was certain—he hadn't arrived here from sleep.
A series of reflections happened in a flash.
