"That shot..."

Speaking of this, Scardog, who just took out a bag of potato chips from his arms, clicked his tongue with some emotion: "I think if the human players are not placed in a safe enough place."

"After that shot fell, it might not only be the players in the Federation who suffered."

"The Blue Star Human Race should and will never have any history in the future."

"My museum doesn't need to be established anymore."

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