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Am I A God? [Reader Insert]
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You are a 19 years old person who lives an ordinary life until you meet a few new people who tell you you're a god and then you will help them find a powerful sword.
I didn't try my best on making good sentences or on my English. If you find any spelling mistakes, feel free to correct me.
I made this story and the drawings and everything else myself. If you want to use anything, please ask me.
This story isn't about love. It's about pain and misery <3
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