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[arc_mage]

...Luneth? Refia? Ingus?

Well, on the bright side, the salamander's not here, so I guess either we beat it, or it killed me and this is the afterlife.

Strange, I never thought the afterlife would be like a huge crowded city. It's even bigger than Canaan.

They tell me I have to go to...school? Can someone explain this to me?

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[never_grow]

MORE ZOOOMBIIIIES~!

[arc_mage]

I am not a zombie. I should know, seeing as I've killed more of them than I can count. Besides, curing magic heals me, rather than harms me like it would if I truly were a zombie.

[never_grow]

[arc_mage]

...What?

[never_grow]

So. You're not a zombie?

[arc_mage]

Correct. I am human.

[never_grow]

And I'm Peter Pan.

[arc_mage]

It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Arc.

[never_grow]

I thought it was human~

[arc_mage]

No, that's my race. Implying that I am not a gnome, a dwarf, a Gulgan, or any other races that inhabit my former world.

[never_grow]

So. You have races with them?

[arc_mage]

...No.

[never_grow]

Why not? Sounds like fun.

[arc_mage]

For one thing, humans would have the advantage against all three of the races I mentioned, since the gnomes are tiny, the dwarves are short, and the Gulgans are blind.

[never_grow]

So?

[arc_mage]

So while it might be fun for my fellow humans, it would not be fun for the others, and therefore, they would be less likely to race.