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Fulfilling a Wish (Re-writing)

Author: 23rd_cathulu
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On top of a building, a lone man sips hot coffee as he wrote something on his notepad while the ensuing chaos around him spread. In an instant, the Red blood sky produces a blinding flash of light that encompasses the whole world. The next thing he knew, the man found himself travelling multiple worlds, fulfilling his lifelong desire of travelling the entire worlds of different universes. Watch as how the man's view of the world changes for the worse or for the better.

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what world is this bro ? read all the chapters but still didn't get where he is ! .. it's just so confusing ! . . . . [img=faceslap][img=faceslap]

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