"I spread the divine radiance of a god across ten thousand worlds, gathering countless believers as I prepared to unfold a grand design—"
Smack!
Titania had barely gotten a few lines out before Sora rapped her on the head.
"Talk like a normal person."
You were just begging for help a second ago, so why were you suddenly doing this again?
Couldn't you just explain what happened already?
What were you dragging it out for?
"Oh..."
Titania answered a little aggrievedly, then laid out every problem she had run into on her side.
As Sora and Hotaru listened, they gradually came to understand why Titania had been so flustered earlier.
Put simply, Titania had previously taken on an undercover assignment and been given a mission.
That mission was to bring over an Abundance Clan that had always refused to join the Abundance Coalition.
No matter what method she used—forced conquest or verbal persuasion—as long as she could bring that race over, it would count.
So Titania had headed over there with the subordinates originally assigned to her.
"...Come to think of it, I really have to thank you, Sora. Otherwise, I never would've gotten this many believers."
At that, Titania couldn't help sighing with emotion as she looked at Sora.
Which only left Sora baffled. Did I do something?
"Conviction! Don't tell me you forgot?!"
Titania instantly said excitedly, "I laid out my conviction, and they chose to become my followers!"
Huh? Why did that sound so unreliable?
Sora's expression turned hesitant. He strongly suspected Titania had just been fooling around.
And Titania's "conviction," when boiled down, could be summed up in a few words:
"Follow behind me, and enjoy a safe, happy life."
After living an ordinary life for a while, and after being talked through things by "Sora," Titania had started seriously thinking about what kind of conviction people might actually follow her for.
After suffering two defeats in front of Sora, Titania had already realized one thing.
There was no way she was stirring up trouble anymore. Not in this lifetime!
And if she just caused chaos whenever she pleased, wouldn't that drag down her standing in people's hearts?
That was the one thing she absolutely could not accept!
So after cutting out all the bad parts, Titania realized that the most important things in life were simply eating well, drinking well, and having fun.
Right now, with people stirring up trouble, those Denizens of the Abundance couldn't do any of that.
So wasn't the answer simple? Just follow behind her, and they could eat well, drink well, and have fun.
And so, under Titania's thoroughly unreliable sales pitch, some of those Denizens of the Abundance had genuinely been tempted.
After all, the Abundance Coalition had come to them more than once already, demanding that they join.
If things kept going like that, they would have trouble just surviving.
And Titania looked pretty strong, while also not seeming to have any desire to compete for supremacy.
Following behind her was, at the very least, an option.
At minimum, they wouldn't have to worry about being sent off to die for someone else's ambition.
And just like that, Titania successfully talked those Denizens of the Abundance into defecting to her side.
And then... there was no "then."
By the time she finished gathering her believers and came back, she found that the sky had already fallen.
The Abundance Coalition she had been planning to build her grand ambitions upon had completely collapsed in just a few short days.
And on top of that, there was no way out of this region anymore.
The Xianzhou had fully sealed it off, constantly rounding up and imprisoning the wandering Denizens of the Abundance within it.
And as if to prove that misfortunes never come alone, a strange infectious disease suddenly broke out aboard the vessel where all these Denizens of the Abundance had gathered.
Every Denizen of the Abundance who contracted it became irritable, violent, and full of aggression.
Titania was powerful, but against this disease, she was uncharacteristically at a complete loss.
So all she could do was temporarily seal away those infected believers.
She had also tried explaining her identity to the Xianzhou, but after learning about the disease, the other side had only told her to disinfect herself and leave this beastship immediately.
The Denizens of the Abundance were races already blessed by YAOSHI. Their bodies were absolutely not something ordinary illness could infect.
Precisely because of that, when an infectious disease appeared among them, it was either nothing at all—or something terrifying.
If an illness like this were released onto a small planet, it could become a horrifying virus capable of wiping out all life.
And with the Denizens of the Abundance's powerful constitutions, it would also mutate very quickly.
So even knowing that Titania's people had not taken part in the earlier unrest, the Xianzhou still had to remain on guard.
"But how could I just watch my believers suffer here while I ran off by myself?"
Titania stroked the people before her, whom she had sealed away in crystal.
But in the very next moment, she personally ruined the carefully built mood herself.
"Hehehe. Honestly, I've always wanted to say something cool like that."
Looking at Titania scratching her head and grinning stupidly, both Sora and Hotaru were left a little helpless.
Still, judging from Titania's actions, she genuinely was acting for that reason.
This idiot finally seemed to have grown at least a tiny bit.
A strange sense of relief welled up inside them.
It was like suddenly realizing, in a daze, that the girl next door had finally grown up—except that same girl could also uproot mountains and overshadow the age.
No matter what, now that she had already come begging for help, Sora naturally had to take a look and see what exactly was going on.
The crystal imprisoning the person before them slowly receded, and the other party gradually opened their eyes, regaining consciousness.
"Leader Tyrande? And these two are...?"
Titania briefly explained why Sora had come.
The important thing was treating the illness, so the man didn't resist much. He relaxed his body and waited for Sora and Hotaru to examine him.
What no one expected was that the instant Sora touched him, a pitch-black aura rose from his body like flames.
"There—it's that weird sickness!"
Titania instantly went on guard in case the man lashed out and hurt someone.
This feeling was like...
Sora frowned, suddenly realizing that the sensation felt strangely familiar.
It was as if he had gone through something like this before.
And yet the man whose body he had touched wore an expression of intense struggle, before ultimately going still.
"Y-Your Imperial Majesty..."
Dropping to one knee, he addressed Sora that way.
Huh?!
For a moment, everyone there froze.
Sora himself was dumbfounded. Why was this guy suddenly calling him something weird like "Imperial Majesty"?
It wasn't as if he had randomly drawn Ohma Zi-O or some Demon King-like power.
Hotaru fell thoughtful at the sight of it.
Titania, meanwhile, suddenly looked wronged.
"Y-Y-Y-You... you stole my believer!"
She had guarded against everything, yet somehow forgotten to guard against Sora—the real inside job.
She had finally managed to gather believers by painstakingly developing her own personal charisma, and yet this guy had only touched one of them once before the man started calling him "Imperial Majesty."
And it was right in front of her, too. Right to her face!
This was exactly the kind of NTR Unkyō was always talking about, and it was happening right in front of her!
Titania swore in this life to wipe out every last homewrecker in the world.
And today, she'd start with the one standing right in front of her!
Drawing both blades, Titania began walking toward Sora step by step...
...
Naturally, things did not actually develop to the point of a fight, but Titania still suffered a minor emotional blow.
Clearly, the incident just now had hit her pretty hard.
But after Sora followed up and questioned the man further, he finally explained that at that moment, another consciousness had suddenly occupied his body.
And that was why he had acted that way.
After hearing that, Sora started forming some ideas of his own, and very quickly called over Feng Liqi, who happened to have nothing to do at the moment.
After some discussion, the two of them arrived at the same conclusion.
"This is possession by a Heliobus."
No wonder Sora had felt such familiarity. It turned out that was because he himself had once been possessed by a Heliobus too.
As for why the other party had called him "Imperial Majesty"—
It was probably because he had eaten the Fruit of the HUNT Origin left behind by the Sui Emperor, which had left traces of the Sui Emperor's aura within him.
And because of that, the Heliobus inside the man had instinctively addressed him as the Sui Emperor the moment it came into contact with Sora.
And once the cause of the disease had been identified, the method of curing it was actually very simple.
All it took was for the physicians of the Cangyan to step in and the disease could be cured.
Of course, Titania also added one extremely forceful requirement:
"Sora is not allowed to touch them!"
She did not want to experience that feeling of having her believers stolen again!
Sora, for his part, had no objections. It was a good chance to take a little rest.
After all, even if he didn't participate directly in the treatment, he could still learn everything that happened during it.
And during the course of that treatment, none of the Heliobi separated from the patients were in good condition.
"This is almost like fragments of Heliobi that were only just split off. Judging by the time, they definitely haven't existed for more than a month..."
As one of the Sui Emperor's children, Feng Liqi had an extremely sharp eye for this sort of thing.
Which meant that someone was currently capable of splitting off newborn Heliobi.
"But that's impossible. Only Xi and I should be able to do that."
Even Xi had only become capable of it because her source had been fully repaired.
If one split too much, then the result would be the same as what had once happened to Xi.
Back then, after she fused with the Flame-Lord, she had been beaten into countless fragments.
Although Feng Liqi had eventually gathered her back together, her source had still been damaged for hundreds of years because of it.
During those centuries, she had been unable to merge with any other Heliobi. The instant she fused with another one, she would become nothing but energy for the other Heliobus, and her own core consciousness would cease to exist.
So excessive splitting was absolutely not something an ordinary Heliobus could endure.
But if neither she nor Xi had done this, then who could have?
Feng Liqi kept thinking, trying to understand the cause behind all of this.
After hearing everything, Sora arrived at an answer in his heart.
"The Sui Emperor."
If the two of them couldn't do it, then only the original source that had split into them in the first place—the Sui Emperor—could possibly manage it.
"But Father already burned away everything in order to restore Xi's source, and even..."
And even gave part of that power to you.
At that point, Feng Liqi involuntarily paused.
Only now did it suddenly occur to her that this looked an awful lot like a betrothal gift from Father, didn't it?
After all, in the Xianzhou, there was hardly anything more precious than something left behind by LAN.
And since Sora had accepted that power, then in a certain sense, didn't that make him part of their family too?
Feng Liqi's train of thought veered off in a completely different direction again.
Sora himself understood that much as well. That engine was already completely empty, without the slightest energy fluctuation left inside.
Everything pointed to the Sui Emperor having given everything to his child—and to him.
But other than that, Sora couldn't think of any second possibility.
As for Phantylia, she was even less likely.
To put it nicely, no one knew where she was skulking around and plotting in secret right now.
It wasn't that Sora looked down on Phantylia. She just genuinely had nothing about her that made him think highly of her.
"It's very possible that someone came into contact with the Sui Emperor before, and inherited Its ability to split."
"That's impossible. Father's temperature could approach that of a star to a certain degree."
No living being could survive that kind of heat—unless they were born with a blessing of Abundance and had their immortality maxed out from the start.
Otherwise, there was no way anyone could do such a thing.
Sora nodded in understanding. "Then let's treat that as one line of investigation for now."
Feng Liqi indicated she understood, then left to continue dealing with news of this strange infectious disease.
...
In one corner of this star region, deep within a dark star system devoid of any stars, a change was taking place.
Countless Borisin had surrounded the place so tightly that not even water could leak through. Their faces burned with excitement.
They wanted to launch an assault on the base, but were forced by orders to remain there and wait.
Inside that base, black wolfsmoke, like burning smoke itself, completely engulfed the entire facility.
And this wasn't merely a visual effect.
The blazing heat was slowly burning the place down.
Nor were living beings absent from that wolfsmoke.
They were not burned into ash. Instead, they clutched their heads as though struggling against some unseen existence.
But very quickly, their resistance crumbled into nothing.
They began following in the wake of that spreading wolfsmoke.
And at the forefront of that wolfsmoke hung something like a red jade moon.
"A crimson moon hangs overhead, wolfsmoke blankets the earth..."
A murmuring voice echoed through the base.
In the end, the howling wolfsmoke converged around that crimson moon as though it were a heart, filling out the shape of an enormous werewolf.
"I have long heard of the Prophet of the Master of Immortality's great name. But getting a chance to meet you has been rather difficult."
Its body was massive, its muscles knotted, and mane-like silver fur spilled behind it, decorated here and there with burning black flames.
And standing before this enormous werewolf was none other than the still-hidden Prophet of the Master of Immortality, Phantylia.
"I didn't expect those idiots to actually dare throw their own clan's Warhead into the Xianzhou's engine."
Looking at the uninvited guest before her, Phantylia made no effort to hide the smile on her face.
"My apologies for making the Prophet laugh. Some of the Borisin younger generation are brainless, easily played for fools, and a disgrace to our race."
Hoolay clenched his fist, baring his sharp wolf fangs.
"But please rest assured, Prophet. They have already completed their task. Now they may return to Duran's embrace."
"Oh my. This is the first time I've ever heard of being executed by extreme punishment and dying with one's eyes still open being called 'returning to Duran's embrace.'"
Phantylia directly exposed what had happened to those Borisin.
The instant Hoolay crawled out of the Sui Emperor's engine, their deaths had already been set in stone.
What she had not expected, however, was that Hoolay had not been assimilated by Shuhu at all, and had instead come looking for her.
"So then, Warhead, what is it you want with me?"
Phantylia clipped away an extra nail, affecting an utterly casual demeanor.
"Shouldn't you be taking down the War slaves of your tribe—the Yaoqing's current general? Or, failing that, going to the Cangyan to take down the Heavenly Fox and make the Borisin name feared once more?"
"And yet instead you came to find me. So what is it?"
Hearing her words, a savage grin naturally spread across Hoolay's face.
"No need for the Prophet of the Master of Immortality to worry. I will deal with all of that sooner or later."
But before that, there was one extremely important matter Hoolay had to settle first.
"According to Borisin custom, there cannot be two head wolves. So between the two of us, there must be one true leader."
For the seven hundred years of Hoolay's absence, the Prophet of the Master of Immortality had led the Borisin.
Now that he had returned, though he was profoundly disappointed in the Borisin of the present day, he still had full confidence that with the new power he had gained from the flames, he could lead them back into prosperity.
But before that, he had to draw every last Borisin back under his own hand.
There was nothing more capable of deciding where a Borisin's heart would turn than Borisin tradition.
A duel of head wolves—whoever won would become the alpha who led the pack.
That was the very reason Hoolay had come specially to stand before Phantylia.
Unfortunately, in the face of Hoolay's challenge, Phantylia responded with a completely different attitude.
Twisting her body, she rose from her seat and came to Hoolay's side.
"Now that the Warhead has returned, I naturally offer this position to you with both hands."
Phantylia pulled Hoolay onto the seat of honor, her tone dripping with flattery.
"As long as I may serve as the priest at the Warhead's side, offering counsel, I would be completely satisfied."
She still had far too many things to do, far too much fun yet to watch. There was no need at all for a direct clash with Hoolay.
Besides, a strategist's position—one where she could propose plans and remain in contact with those below—suited her expectations perfectly.
Only like that could she stir up even more interesting trouble.
Pulled into the seat by force, Hoolay raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? You really are this tactful?"
"Oh my, Warhead, that makes you sound like a stranger."
Phantylia let out a tinkling laugh, teasing as she spoke.
"Tell me—who in the universe has not heard the name of Warhead Hoolay? To serve you would be my honor."
Hoolay nodded at those words, seeming to accept them.
"In that case, I'll give you a task."
Phantylia's eyes immediately lit up.
So quickly? Had she really gained his trust that fast?
This giant mutt was absurdly easy to fool.
If that was the case, perhaps she ought to retrieve her General Tyrande and use her to overturn this fool?
Though Phantylia was already beginning to scheme inside, outwardly she remained perfectly obedient.
"May I ask what the task is, Warhead?"
"Come closer. Closer still."
Phantylia stepped right up before Hoolay's enormous body.
This was her way of expressing trust. She believed he would definitely give her some task meant to test her ability.
Just like how Phantylia herself had once tested her subordinate General Tyrande.
What she hadn't expected was that Hoolay would merely lean close to her ear and say in a cold voice:
"Then please die."
The Borisin had no need for a priest like you.
Nor for a Prophet.
Phantylia sensed something was wrong, but in the very next instant, a gigantic wolf head made of black flame clamped down over her entire upper body.
Crunch!
Bright red blood splashed across the area, along with a spray of pale yellow sparks.
Her remaining lower half wobbled twice in place, then finally collapsed to the ground.
Scarlet blood flowed across the floor, while small branches began snaking out from the severed cross-section.
Having done all that, Hoolay raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"So your true form really was a Heliobus. Still, my thanks."
Black flames flared up in the area once more, but now a trace of dusky yellow had been mixed into them.
That was Phantylia's color.
And now, that portion of her power had been seized and devoured by Hoolay.
Because of that, Hoolay not only retained the power to drive people into rage and battle-lust, but also gained a new ability.
The power to stir up the suspicion buried deep in people's hearts, and make them stop trusting one another.
"With this power, the Borisin will once more stand above all races!"
People of the Xianzhou—can you withstand the power of this suspicion?
An incomparably savage smile spread across Hoolay's lips.
Threads of wolf howls rose and burned together with the black flames on the far side of the planet.
...
The Xianzhou Alliance's encirclement and suppression of the wandering Abundance coalition was still ongoing.
But at this very time, the infectious disease slowly began spreading among the soldiers at the front lines.
Hoolay was no fool of a commander. In order to strike the Xianzhou hard, he had split countless Borisin into small groups and merged each one into different fragments of the coalition.
Under the effect of his "Darkflame of Jealousy," those coalition remnants had their combat power raised by more than a full level.
Though they still could not escape their final destruction, they did succeed in leaving behind lingering sparks of those flames upon the Xianzhou's Cloud Knights.
And under those circumstances, the spread of the infectious disease began escalating wildly.
On top of that, the "Darkflame of Jealousy" affected the mind, filling people with suspicion toward everyone else and making them unable to trust one another.
As a result, progress on the other Xianzhou ships slowed considerably.
Even the original blockade lines developed gaps, and some remnants of the Abundance coalition actually managed to escape through them.
That development only intensified the tensions further.
Among all of them, the only place unaffected was the Cangyan.
Because the Cangyan's defenders were themselves orthodox Cloud Knights, the contracted companions within them could nullify those effects from the outset.
But at a time like this, everyone shared in glory and ruin alike, so the Cangyan was still inevitably dragged down by the condition of the other ships.
"Are there really no more physicians on the Cangyan?"
The other Xianzhou ships could only urge the Cangyan's physicians to hurry over and help suppress the spread.
The Cangyan's reply was straightforward:
"If we had more physicians, then this unrest could likely be put down very quickly. But reality has no 'if.'"
Reality did not come with that many "ifs." There were only so many hands available, and there was no way to cover everything.
But during this wave of infection, someone very quickly noticed a blind spot.
Some people had already shown early symptoms of infection.
Yet after simply going home once, they had suddenly recovered.
And after recovering, they never became infected a second time. On top of that, the whole person seemed more radiant than before.
At first, everyone assumed it was just a special case.
Then, unexpectedly, a second case appeared a few days later.
After some investigation, the Xianzhou Alliance's attention ultimately settled on the people currently handling the movie release event.
Although Titania and Sora had no spare attention to deal with this matter, Robin had kept it on her mind the whole time.
Now that the Xianzhou ships were all roaming this star cloud and exchanges between them had become much faster, she brought the matter up again.
The Xianzhou side felt this was a good thing as well, since it would let the civilians understand that things had already entered the final stretch.
So they also supported Robin's proposal.
As for Robin's plan to distribute Titania's statues, Titania herself had no objections.
After all, right now she absolutely did not want Sora involved, for fear that he'd come and steal her believers again.
What no one had expected was that this would lead to an accidental discovery like this.
And so, while Sora had been busy thinking about how to lure out the one behind all of this, he suddenly received a message from Robin.
"You mean the Xianzhou suddenly want you to sing something—for the power of belief?!"
The moment Sora heard that, his whole body trembled.
A certain god's little tune abruptly started playing in his head.
"Hm? From your expression, it looks like you already have an idea?"
"Uh... do you really want that?"
"What other choice is there? The situation isn't looking good right now. Don't tell me you don't know that."
Robin let out a sigh, then revealed the confidential information she had received on the Xianzhou Yaoqing.
"The Vanquishing General has been fighting on the front lines for too long. Her body has already hit its limit. To keep that strange black flame from infecting her, she's already been secretly moved to the Cangyan for treatment."
Robin's expression turned more serious.
"I know you've been busy with a lot lately, but at least let me help with something."
Otherwise, she always felt as though she was being left behind.
And her brother had already sent her messages too. She herself didn't know how much longer she could keep putting things off.
Looking at her expression, Sora finally chose to nod.
Since this was what she wanted...
...
"Sora-gege, if the Alliance really intends to do this, then the Cangyan side may need tighter defenses."
Since Robin had chosen to agree, arranging the location became an extremely important matter.
But now, with the Darkflame of Jealousy raging across the other Xianzhou ships, after searching and searching, the safest place seemed to be the one right in front of them.
"Hahaha! It's just a small problem. With me stationed here, absolutely no unrest will break out in this place!"
Feixiao sat off to the side, declaring that the safety of this place was entirely in her hands.
Ahri: "Take it easy, will you? Don't push it until your body gives out and you blow yourself apart."
"Eh? With Ahri-jiejie here, do I really need to worry about injuries?"
Like a boy, Feixiao strode up and hooked an arm around Ahri's shoulders.
"Even if I can heal you, you still have to care about your own body!"
Ahri let out a helpless sigh.
Looking at her own tail, she knew it was already nearing the end.
The eighth tail had nearly finished growing in, and the ninth had already begun to take shape.
Just as the elders of Danlun Temple had predicted back then, the closer it got to the later stages, the faster the loss of control would become.
How much time had even passed?
It had only taken one major battle for the progress to spike this much...
She didn't have much time left.
That was exactly why she had to scold Feixiao for such reckless behavior.
"If I'm not here to heal you later, are you still going to charge in this recklessly?"
"Ahri-jiejie, that's not the kind of thing you should say."
Only then did Ahri realize she had misspoken.
She coughed lightly, then secretly stole a glance at Sora to make sure he had not noticed anything from it.
When the critical point finally came, she would find some quiet place and leave in her present form.
She did not want to become an abomination.
Nor did she want the final image Sora kept of her to be anything other than her human form.
To be able to stay by Brother Sora's side until the very end after everything that had happened was already the greatest fortune she could have asked for.
"Then it's settled. I'll go tell Xi."
And at the same time, she would also tell Xi about the state her body was in now.
Ahri left.
Her hurried retreating figure was watched by both Sora and Feixiao.
Once her figure had vanished entirely, Feixiao finally spoke.
"Ahri-jiejie is hiding something from you."
Her instincts as a fighter had already sharply picked up that something was wrong with Ahri.
"I know."
Sora had naturally sensed it a little himself.
Ahri had grown up a lot, but in many ways she was still no different from before.
Wasn't the way she'd looked just now incredibly similar to the way she had acted back when he had gone to her home as a guest?
The only difference was that back then Ahri had just physically clapped a hand over her mother's mouth, while now she was much more shy about it.
"So what are you going to do?"
Feixiao's attention focused on Sora, the newly arisen Emanator of the HUNT.
She was extremely—no, ninety percent—curious about him.
As a pure battle maniac, all she wanted was to test herself against the strong.
Unfortunately, with her body in bad shape right now, she could only wait until later.
That did not, however, stop her from being curious about what choice he would make.
"What am I going to do?"
A smile appeared on Sora's face.
"Believe."
Believe?!
Feixiao looked completely baffled.
Was it because she had never studied much? Why did she suddenly not understand what that was supposed to mean?
...
He said "believe," but Sora was never going to just sit around doing nothing.
Especially since this information did not even count as truly private, so news leaking out was perfectly normal.
Sora had to make preparations because of that, and deep down, he also had the feeling this was probably the cornered beast's final counterattack.
To catch a cornered beast, you had to exhaust its strength first, then, right before it prepared to fight to the death, throw it a chunk of meat.
That way, the beast would think it had seized its last hope—when in reality, what awaited it was a forest of clubs that had long been prepared.
Now that all the conditions were in place, your turn was over. It was time for mine.
Except something Sora had never expected began happening right in front of him.
Now that the final hope had been cast out, Sora naturally wanted to pick up one of those clubs himself.
But just after the randomization of his power was completed, right before the emblem could sink into his body, a flash of sword-light suddenly slashed over from the side.
That sword-light startled Sora badly, and also made the emblem shudder from the blow.
Sora looked to the side in shock, only to discover that Super Hero Senki had opened to a page.
And on that page was the face of a tanuki holding a blade.
"This... what's going on?"
It was the first time Sora had ever encountered something like this.
'Tycoon, was that really necessary?'
'Shing! Shing!'
But very quickly, the book flipped to RX's page instead.
From the look of it, RX seemed to be stepping in to mediate.
Sora stared at the emblem and Super Hero Senki.
It seemed like they were communicating about something.
He couldn't understand a thing anyway.
But in the end, it seemed he heard a single sigh, and the emblem dissolved into particles and flowed into his body.
There was no illusion this time.
Only a strange power coursing through him.
But Sora paid no attention to that. Instead, he looked at Super Hero Senki.
"So, have all of you seniors discussed it already?"
Super Hero Senki bobbed up and down, as though nodding.
The next moment, the book shut itself again and went completely still.
And as Sora looked at the white buckle floating beside him, he finally understood why that had just happened.
In any case, this didn't seem like something he could interfere in.
Better leave it to Minami Kotaro, the oldest senpai of them all.
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