Kapitel 296: Special Event, Rush to the end

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/About twelve hours later…/

Three hours before Babylon's Gates close…

"Huff..."

Looking at the far distance at the edge of a precipice, Dale breathed calmly as he adjusted his breathing.

His forehead slowly became dim as the faint light surrounding it dissipated into nothingness...

[Within a few seconds, you'll be transported out of the stage]

[Manifestation of the Perfect Self 1-??? has deactivated]

"Phew… That was tough." Dale said with a tired expression as he looked at the horizon

'Arg... My head hurts...' He thought as he touched his forehead

"I'll never grow over this feeling, every damn time I start to get somewhat used to it, the Reflection does something to make it even more unbearable than before."

"At this rate, I'll just die... Which may be the case..."