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Black Jack had finished the upgrade.

Gold arcs that looked like lightning were dancing between his black hair and his black eyes.

His black hair, which looked like a waterfall, was dancing even though there was no wind.

His face, which was almost perfect, was brimming with mysteriousness and dignity, as well as the dignity of a god and the mystery of a demon king.

Ripples of brainwaves spread out from his brain. Stimulated by the golden ripples, all the members of the opposite sex were fascinated by him. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they were awed by his scent and did not dare to approach him.

When Black Jack raised the mutilated body of Lord Cooper high and threw it aside in contempt, none of the devilized people dared to challenge him anymore.

Black Jack smiled and was about to speak when—

A broken saber tore through the air and pierced at his perfect face from behind.