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Chapter 69: Out From Hell
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I had always been fantacizing the fact that Hamlet Creek University was the best University to ever exist in the entire scope of the city. It was declared the most prestigious University among all the other Universities not only in the city, but also in the entirety of the country as well. Yes, it indeed costs more than just livers and kidneys to study here, but it all worths the money and the sacrifices.
Yet, it did not cost the pain. And lives. And agonies. And terrible experiences. It did not cost the terrific way of tumbling down from being held high above. Based from the recent happenings, I could say that these were all the devil's work. With that, it made me think that, what if all this time, the letter 'H' from the acronym HCU did not mean 'Hamlet' at all? What if, in denouement of encryption, it meant 'Hell' instead?
Regardless, what 'H' really stood for did not matter anymore. I just wanted to get out of this school. I just wanted
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