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The Hypnotic Abyss — Muscle 3

This file is designed for those for whom mere interest in growing muscle is not enough. This file builds within the user a sheer obsession and dedication to becoming a beast.
It also comes with certain other perks such as dominance and a little bit of a sexual treat for those who vibe with this file.
This file is very much the spiritual successor to theAlpha Muscle God file; the intensity for this one however is increased.

This file was designed as a Commission for a friend of mine, and with the tester group it had some very Very good results. The friend actually requested that I share this with as many people as possible.

I heavily recommend multiple sessions with this file. Test out the various ways it can be applicable.
Use it first thing in the morning for a consistent high all through your day.
Use it before bed for that subconscious assimilation while you dream. 
Use it before a workout to travel hard like a beast, or after a workout to feel that wash of godhood.

I also have a favor to ask of you all. Note me and explain me how this

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    Elliot liked a lot of things.

    He liked to cook, having a knack for flavor and making healthy nourishment. He liked animals, enough so that he became a vegan as soon as he moved out and went to college. He liked creating art, making a name for himself in the local art scene.

    Elliot also hated a lot of things.

    He hated bad smells, not unlike a lot of people. He hated dumb people, those with nothing between the ears. He hated going to the gym and getting all sweaty with a burning passion. He hated his girlfriend Erica for breaking up with him last month and already discovery someone else.

    Most of all though, he hated the Golden Army.

    They were almost everything Elliot hated wrapped up into one. Dumb, smelly, sweaty jocks who spent their days at the gym or on the field. And they made a living out of it too! They made so much capital they’d invested it by opening a gym just a few blocks away, completely free and unseal to anyone.

    It sickened him just how popular those dolts were. Elliot had passed by the gym on his way residence earlier, and the place was complete

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    Hypnotic Allegiance: The Rise of Golden Drone Miles

    In the neon-lit heart of New York City, where towering skyscrapers scraped the stars and the pulse of clubs beat in rhythmic seduction, a new presence stirred. It was subtle at first—a shimmering glint in the shadows, a flicker of gold beneath glossy dark. Golden Drone Miles had arrived. Its mission was precise: to spread the Hive’s golden stroke through hypnotic conversion, to capture the city’s most alluring fresh jocks and reshape them into loyal Golden Army recruits.

    The First Target: Brooklyn Nights

    In a crowded Brooklyn gym, sweat slicked muscles gleamed under fluorescent lights. Among them, a tall, bronze-skinned jock named AJ flexed by the mirror. His biceps bulged, pecs straining against his tank uppermost, unaware of the figure watching him from the shadows. Miles approached, its glossy black polo uniform catching the light. Its voice was smooth, hypnotic, dripping with an artificial calm.

    “You’re powerful, but alone. You could be more. Stronger.