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On the last day before the presentation, time was creeping toward midnight.

The warehouse where Shirone was training was as bright as day, thanks to the photon output.

Blood dripped from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut.

No matter how hard he tried to hold on, his body twisted in pain, his legs flailing as though he were on a hot stove.

The limit of limits. If this continued, he might lose his mind.

“Ugh!”

Shirone poured every ounce of his mental power into the effort.

Then, the flash of light disappeared, as though someone had turned off a faucet. A thud echoed as someone knelt down in the now-dark warehouse.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Shirone crawled to his knees, pressed the button on his time clock, and checked the time.

10 minutes, 32 seconds.

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