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... With so many events happening one after another, my mind was so complicated that it felt like it was going to split. I feel like I could sleep for three days straight if I could.

— If a person sleeps that long, their body will rot.

And the voice directly plugging into my head was driving me even crazier.

It’s just a thought. I can’t even sleep that long.

— Oh? That’s good then.

I let out a small sigh at the calm female voi ...

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