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When I was a child, my grandma once told me that my 17th year of life would be a year of misfortune. If I could make it to eighteen, I would be safe. However, when I was seventeen years old, I used the Golden Ling String, which attracted various forces to hunt me down and kill me. Since then, my peaceful days of anonymity were gone. The imprint of my past life gradually returned to me, and in order to free my parents and clansmen who were sealed in hell, I put on my armor and...