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Gid
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"Two Hundred..."
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"Ninety Four?"
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Muttering to himself, Gid tries to shake off that unpleasant feeling...
Even if he hated to admit it, losing Alter had significantly lowered his intelligence...
That's half his consciousness, you know?
It'd be the same as working half asleep all the time...
Yeah, not very good...
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Problem is...
Recently, on one of his daily murder sprees, he came across something...
A number embedded into the sand...
Nothing could touch it...
Heck, nothing could even get close...
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It was a mystery...
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And it was something Gid was willing to bet on...
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Everything to gain his power back...