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I was an abandoned child in the slums. One day, without knowing who my parent was and being starved most of the days, an unexpected stigmata appeared on the back of my hand... " I think God made a mistake." *** News from the Eden Baroque Empire! Finally, after a hundred years, a Saintess Vescerian, the fifth oracle, has descended! "It wasn't the fifth generation but a five-year-old...?" Welcoming the noble Saintess. "Please guide us, heed to the god's will, defeat the monsters, and bring world peace upon us, the humble ones." Barely surpassing a mere 100 centimeters, they knelt before me. Asking a five-year-old to bring world peace—are they for real?
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