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At this moment, inside a severed skyscraper in Disaster Fog No. 49.
In a dimly lit room, the Doll held a towel in her mouth, trembling as she removed her clothes.
As the clothes fell, her graceful, fair upper body was revealed.
Along with a penetrating wound on her abdomen.
It seemed like a backstabbing from a betrayer.
The wound had originally shown signs of healing.
But now, the Doll tore open the wound herself, the intense pain causing cold sweat to cover her forehead.
She steadied her arm with effort, reaching out to the wound on her abdomen with her fingers.
A few seconds later, a blade piece was pulled out from the wound.
The severe pain turned the girl pale, and she almost bit through the towel in her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.
She trembled, swallowing an Extraordinary Potion, and bandaged her wound.
"So painful..." The Doll wiped away the tears on her face.
Due to the curse of fear, no one could perform surgery on her.
