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What if I tried to do the wrong?
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Ongoing, First published May 11, 2022
For Dokayabe Ulis, doing the right thing is not always right...
Living in peace does not mean peace...
In a strange world after learning a hundred times I found myself alone and is there anyone like me
Can someone succeed my pain after bloodshed, even for someone who has no connection?
This time I'm going to live the real Dokayabi life
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