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1 1 101 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory31.jpg
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3 2 301 DialogEnable Like a prisoner who just broke out of a prison in the desert, the sun shines madly on the dunes. The air is filled with scorching heat and dry dust.
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4 3 301 Watanabe walks on yellow sand. Summer wind quickly blasts over the sand, bringing salty air from some unknown distant sea and the smell of gasoline from abandoned factories before disappearing again into the horizon.
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5 4 301 He smells gun smoke, which is then quickly erased by the dry summer wind.
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6 5 301 He stands in the vast desert.
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7 6 301 Watanabe has never felt so calm, even when his Inver-Device is screaming about the high-concentration of Punishing Virus in the air.
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8 7 301 Watanabe Hah, leave me alone. I don't often get to enjoy the afternoon like this.
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9 8 301 Watanabe reaches out for the Inver-Device in his hair. The sharp tip feels like the bones of some deep-sea animal—hard, but fragile.
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10 9 301 Watanabe clenches the Inver-Device tightly. With his teeth gnashed, he breaks it with great force.
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11 10 301 Watanabe Ugh... Argh...
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12 11 301 As Watanabe forces his way out of the controlled network of Babylonia, he could no longer turn off his pain reception.
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13 12 301 But he didn't plan to do so anyway. Even when he was back in Babylonia, sometimes, only the pain could remind him that he was alive.
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14 13 301 AniZhuanchangBegin Pain helps him remember many things. A valuable lesson from his instructor.
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15 14 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgCg/Cgqz1101.jpg
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16 15 301 AniZhuanchangEnd Watanabe Um...
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17 16 301 Enduring the pain and forcibly removing his Inver-Device, Watanabe wipes away the vital fluid flowing down from the wound on his forehead.
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18 17 301 Watanabe Hmph.
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19 18 301 Watanabe I don't need this kind of collar anymore.
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20 19 301 AniZhuanchangBegin The Inver-Device covered with vital fluid rests in the palm of Watanabe's hand. He clenches his fist then his relaxes hand, causing the device to fall between his fingers.
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21 20 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory31.jpg
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22 21 301 1 AniZhuanchangEnd AniZhuanchangBegin Seemingly oblivious to it, Watanabe quietly and resolutely walks in the direction of the "Oasis".
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