I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

Leave request note (Happy New Year’s Day, my dears)

Not sick, just asking for leave to rest.

If nothing else, I will update it tomorrow, it may be 6,000~10,000 words.

This almost brings an end to this plot.

We are about to enter the Gregorian calendar year 2024. I wish all readers of this book prosperity!

Wealth luck cannot escape.

Get away with all the bad luck.

_(:з　∠)_

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