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In the ancient and solemn hall of the palace, countless steel armors, operated by gears, slowly rose to their feet.
Surrounded in the center was Lin Han, exuding an air of grim determination. His face was obscured by a dark mask, and his eyes burned with an uncontrollable ferocity.
With a hum, Lin Han slammed the tip of his Black Longsword into the ground. The blade penetrated slightly with just a bit of force, producing a dull echo that resonated throughout the hall.
"Die, you bastards!"
Lin Han's voice was hoarse as the armored figures surrounding him raised their swords to strike. Gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, the veins on his arms bulged as he unleashed his Steel Body to its fullest extent.
With a fierce upward motion, he drew the long sword from the ground, unleashing a visible wave of sword energy that sliced through the ranks of armored guards ahead. The momentum surged forward, and the surrounding air pressure shattered the steel armors into pieces, scattering countless fragments of gears across the floor.
After delivering a powerful slash, Lin Han felt a lingering dissatisfaction. He raised his long sword, its dark blade resting against his shoulder. Just then, a swift sword strike came from behind him, but Lin Han expertly blocked it with his own weapon.
"Is that all you've got?"
Lin Han couldn't help but scoff, though it was clear that these armored foes did not comprehend human speech and continued their relentless assault. He positioned his long sword horizontally across his chest as the clang of iron echoed repeatedly around him, yet his gaze grew ever more intense.
The speed of his strikes increased dramatically; rather than merely slashing with the blade, Lin Han's movements resembled powerful blows. His muscles tensed as the ink-black Good and Evil Mask on his face seemed to darken further, with the gem at its center absorbing an ominous hue.
The dark patterns began to spread down his neck like creeping vines, shimmering with an eerie red glow as Lin Han continued his rampage.
Time slipped away unnoticed until he finally snapped back to reality, hearing the system's voice echo in his mind.
"Fifteen-minute limit reached; Good and Evil Mask is in cooldown status."
Lin Han blinked in confusion as he surveyed the devastation within the palace—broken armor fragments littered everywhere and the sounds of gears and mechanical devices had come to a complete halt.
His gaze steadied as he took in the ruins before him.
This is what I have done.
Lin Han silently contemplated the wreckage of the palace as memories began to fade from his mind.
Why am I here? What am I supposed to do?
Lin Han's eyes began to grow hollow, and he didn't even notice the completely dimmed character bookmark mark on the back of his hand, which was now emitting a strange hue.
This is bad. The Good and Evil Mask is cooling down, and the curse within the Dungeon cannot be resisted. Damn it.
Lin Han felt a sudden, excruciating headache as waves of memories that did not belong to him surged in uncontrollably. The life of Merlin the Black Mage, along with everything within the Dungeon, began to quietly strip away Lin Han's original memories.
He clutched his head in agony, staring at the chaos around him. Large beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his expression began to twist in pain.
Lin Han could feel his face contorting, continuously transforming into that dry, hideous visage of Merlin.
Stop it! Just stop!
Lin Han pounded the ground frantically, the earth thudding beneath him. His eyes were bloodshot; even someone with a system as strong as his was being subjected to such intense suppression.
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