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The scorching sun baked the yellow sand, and a nauseating stench hung heavy in the sweltering air.,After all, this man in a suit isn't stupid. From the ground sand and vegetation, he can tell that this is definitely not a studio. Even if he doesn't believe in anything about another space, he doesn't think he could walk out of this endless desolate desert alone without any equipment or supplies.,But before his rebirth, he had seen too many weaklings rise up and powerful figures fall. He had long understood a truth - never put your faith in any ability or equipment, no matter how extraordinary it may seem.。