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Danjon no owari ni

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Lee la novela Danjon no owari ni escrita por el autor William_Will_David publicada en WebNovel. Shindo o protagonista tinha uma vida infeliz e solitária aos seus 5 anos seus pais morreram em um acidente, shindo então teve que ir morar com seu tio mas, foi a partir do momento que ele foi morar co...

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Shindo o protagonista tinha uma vida infeliz e solitária aos seus 5 anos seus pais morreram em um acidente, shindo então teve que ir morar com seu tio mas, foi a partir do momento que ele foi morar com seu tio que o grande inferno começou na vida de shindo seu tio o maltratava e o fazia de empregado shindo mal comia pois seu tio não deixava nada para shindo comer então ele comia as sobras do prato de seu tio na escola shindo era maltratado pela turma e não tinha um único amigo quando shindo fez seus 16 anos seu tio o expulsou de casa shindo então passou a morar na rua e comer oq achava no lixo shindo ficou 2 anos na rua mais já cansado de comer coisas do lixo ele decide roubar uma loja mais para desgraça de shindo havia um polícia na loja que logo parou shindo, shindo então foi preso e ficou 4 anos na prisão quando saiu shindo não tinha para onde ir então continuou nas ruas, um dia um velho viu shindo e viu sua situação e decidiu ajudar shindo levando o para sua casa lá ele deixou shindo ficar em sua casa até shindo poder se sustentar também deu um trabalho para shindo em sua loja, tudo parecia que estava dando certo para shindo mais após 1 anos que shindo estava na casa desse velho o velho faleceu de um ataque cardíaco shindo então ficou novante sozinho e deprimido aquele velho foi o único que ajudou shindo após 1 mês depois da morte do velho shindo não tinha pisado do lado de fora da casa e não tinha comido nada shindo ficou 1 mês inteiro no canto da casa deprimido shindo então morre. Mas a esperança não acabou.

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