The moment the cold wave descended, the entire world fell into a deathly silence.
Loki held the artifact, the Casket of Ancient Winters, high. Odin's divine power perfectly blended with the extreme cold of the Frost Giants, and a terrifying frost-white color spread frantically with him as the center. The ground froze in an instant, skyscrapers turned into ice sculptures, and countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air. Even time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Even the zombies in the city turned into a giant piece of ice sculpture art at this moment.
This was the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Also known as the Casket of Ancient Winters of old.
An underrated artifact among the Frost Giant race, it could release a winter capable of destroying the Nine Realms. It was actually one of the very important artifacts in the Marvel Universe.
The fact that it could be placed in the same collection room as the Eternal Flame and the Infinity Gauntlet already showed how powerful it was, though it had been somewhat forgotten after becoming part of Odin's collection.
Furthermore.
Since the super-strong members of the race were killed off in that war with Asgard, the Frost Giant race had never again produced an existence capable of exerting its true power.
It was a simple logic: the Frost Giants who controlled high-level knowledge were killed, and since the transmission of knowledge was severed, it was naturally difficult to nurture strong individuals again. The best way to destroy a civilization was not just extinction.
Now.
From a civilization that had been lonely for a long time, Loki had emerged—a powerhouse who had even defeated Odin and seized Odin's body. All members of the Frost Giants could not help but turn fanatical.
"Great King!"
"The King's power is invincible!"
"Praise the new Master of the Nine Realms!"
The Frost Giants who followed the Rainbow Bridge down were all subdued by Loki's overbearing aura and power, shouting in worship. This made Loki enjoy the feeling very much.
"Stop struggling, you already find it difficult to even move, don't you? Surrender now, and I will allow you to submit at the feet of the great King Loki, offer your loyalty, and kiss the back of my foot!"
The cold wind was like a knife, and frost covered the sky.
Loki stood atop a frozen throne, holding the Casket of Ancient Winters. Odin's body looked like the Master of the Nine Realms amidst the eerie blue cold light. He looked down at the figure standing alone below—Ian Kent.
Loki, already considering himself the strongest in the Nine Realms, had a mocking expression and spoke without restraint, full of insulting intent. The most satisfying moments of his life were these moments of posturing.
Absolute power gave Loki absolute confidence. Loki stood above the void, the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand emitting an eerie blue cold light, and Odin's single eye was full of condescending arrogance. The extreme cold frost condensed into a throne at his feet, and Frost Giants knelt all around like subjects having an audience with a king.
He looked down at Ian as if he had already secured victory.
It wasn't surprising that Loki was so inflated.
Ian's situation did indeed look not so good.
The erosion of the ice had already climbed onto Ian's combat boots, and frost flowers were crawling up his pant legs. His breath condensed into white mist in the air, but his back... well, Ian was already shivering from the cold, and his back was actually leaning forward a bit, curled into a ball. However, if anyone asked in the future, he would still stubbornly claim his back remained as straight as a spear.
If anyone wanted to write the Biography of Ian, today's content in that history book would have to be written that way.
"Let me kiss the back of your foot? Tsk tsk, truly disgusting. and you're even into kids..." Ian stood in place, his body covered in frost, exhaling white mist. He slowly raised his head, and ice crystals fell rustling from his brow, revealing a pair of eyes burning with alertness.
When a young boy goes out, he's prone to meeting weird guys. His comment judging Loki for not allowing him to openly love himself caused Loki's wildly arrogant expression to instantly freeze.
"You—what did you say?!"
His single eye widened, and he then became so enraged he trembled all over.
"A guy who would even fall in love with himself might naturally covet Lord Ian's beauty—damn Loki, you're suited to just solving your physiological problems by yourself at home for the rest of your life!"
Ian didn't show the slightest bit of cowardice. Although his voice carried a bit of a shiver from the cold, his loud tone ensured all the Frost Giants heard him clearly.
They began to whisper to one another.
This caused Loki's face to turn increasingly red.
"Shut up!"
Loki's rage completely erupted, and the Casket of Ancient Winters burst with piercing blue light.
He suddenly swung his arm: "You all! Tear him to shreds! Pull out his tongue! Crush his bones into powder one by one!! Tear him apart with ten horses!"
This was giving orders to the Frost Giants. He didn't want these subordinates, who had nothing better to do, discussing his orientation. Nowadays, the brains of the Frost Giants, who had been kept like livestock for many years, were generally not very functional.
"By your command!"
The Frost Giants roared and charged at Ian. They were ten meters tall, with muscles cast like glacial rock, and they were like fish in water in this extremely cold environment; instead, their abilities were even somewhat enhanced.
Their body sizes had also grown significantly compared to before. Their eyes burned with eerie blue soul-fire, and their massive bodies trampled the earth. They roared, swinging massive ice axes as they surged toward Ian like a tide!
Ice crystals spread under the footsteps of these warriors, and an extreme cold storm also swept toward Ian. The earth cracked, the ice layer exploded, and hundreds of giant figures were as intimidating as the descent of death itself.
The shadows of blades and axes wove a death net.
However.
Ian stood in place, motionless.
Just at the moment the giants were about to reach him and tear him apart.
"Pity, I don't eat humanoid species, otherwise you'd all be little snacks." Ian rolled his eyes and muttered with great regret. Then, his eyes erupted with endless light and heat.
"Boom!!!"
That was the radiance emitted by an eternally burning star. Golden beams of light sprayed from his eyes, like two whips of destruction, sweeping across heaven and earth and shooting directly at the Frost Giants!
"Chiss—!!"
The Frost Giant at the very front didn't even have time to scream before his chest was instantly pierced. The high temperature caused his body to explode from the inside, and the ice-blue blood was evaporated into mist before it could even hit the ground.
The heat rays swept past like a burning giant sword. Wherever they passed, Frost Giants fell in rows. Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the high temperature, eventually turning into charred remains. Some were cut at the waist, their upper bodies still crawling; others had their heads explode, their ice-crystal eyeballs melting in the heat.
The most miserable few were even directly vaporized by the heat rays, leaving not even ashes behind. In just the blink of an eye, only charred corpses were left on the battlefield. The legion of Frost Giants was totally annihilated.
The heat rays ravaged the earth like a tyrant! Wherever the beams passed, the ice layer melted into lava, and the earth cracked into a sea of fire. The screams of the giants twisted into shrill laments in the high temperature.
This was a thorough and complete crushing. Ian displayed the terrifying killing power an All-Father level powerhouse should have. Not only that, the wailing souls of the Frost Giants were even clearer in his eyes.
"Hoo hoo hoo~"
Ian inhaled wildly while slowly rising into the air. The residual heat of the heat rays slowly extinguished, and Ian's eyes still glowed with a golden afterglow. His eyes were golden like a sun god descending upon the world.
The Mimetic Armor automatically made adjustments, turning into a black-and-white Superman battle suit—red and black color scheme, with the golden S crest flashing continuously on the chest.
The cape flapped loudly in the heat waves that hadn't yet extinguished, though it wasn't as loud as the sound of Ian's inhaling. His mouth was operating frantically like a universe-level turbo intake device.
A terrifying suction force erupted with him as the center!
Soul fragments dissipating from the charred remains, unscattered ice magic, and even the life fluctuations remaining in the air were all forcibly drawn out, surging frantically into Ian's mouth like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!
He swallowed greedily as if tasting the top-tier dessert of the universe. Energy surged within his body, and the Mimetic Armor emitted a low hum, as if cheering for this soul feast.
But just then—a mysterious power quietly descended. Those soul fragments that were supposed to be devoured, at the moment they were about to enter Ian's throat, were actually grabbed by an invisible hand and suddenly sank! They penetrated the earth, bypassed the core, and fell into a dark depth that not even divine sense could probe, as if leading to some unspeakable destination.
"What's this? Getting robbed while eating halfway through?"
Ian frowned and sensed it, only to find that the pulling force came from the laws of the universe itself, ancient, cold, and not to be disobeyed. That was the destination the dead should have—the end of death.
Not to be profaned.
"Fifty-fifty! Fifty-fifty! You're snatching food from Ian's mouth! Damn it! You have no martial ethics!" Ian knew the supreme concept of the Marvel Universe had no intention of responding to him.
He was so angry he stomped his feet in the air.
The Death of Marvel was just so treacherous, profiting without working, shameless, and utterly disgusting—a new era feminist, not at all as easy to talk to as the Mistress Death of the DC universe.
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In the end.
Ian only managed to eat a bit of the remaining energy. This made his mood appear slightly frustrated, so he turned his gaze to Loki, who was using Odin's body.
To be precise, he looked at the Casket of Ancient Winters in Loki's hand—this thing clearly looked like a high-energy substance. Not only could it serve as a refrigerator, but perhaps it could even be chewed on directly!
Ian's drool showed signs of leaking out slightly.
"How is this possible!"
Loki staggered back a step, a flash of alarm in his single eye. Looking at that figure floating in mid-air like the incarnation of a star, fear surfaced in his heart for the first time. But soon, he looked down at the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand, then felt Odin's body, and only then stabilized his mind.
"One look and I can tell you didn't study when you were little. Under normal circumstances, you can never freeze the radiance of the sun." Ian's voice was low, actually sounding like vocal fry from his depression.
"Sun God?" Loki grit his teeth. "Damnable! No matter what kind of ghost thing you are! You shall crawl at my feet! Now is not some normal circumstance!"
He suddenly held the Casket of Ancient Winters high. Odin's divine power once again surged frantically into it, and the runes on the surface of the casket lit up one by one. Terrifying cold erupted like a tsunami!
"Extreme Cold Eternal Hell—Freeze! Everything!!!"
Loki was still that chuunibyou.
However, the commotion he caused this time was not small; absolute cold had descended.
Wherever the cold passed, the air condensed into a solid state, the earth turned into glaciers, and even light was frozen. The frost spread frantically with Loki as the center, covering the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, followed by cities, mountains, oceans... even the waves were frozen at the moment they surged, forming thousand-meter-high ice sculptures.
The earth, ruins, wreckage, zombies... everything was covered by a layer of eerie blue, never-melting extreme cold ice crystals. Finally, the entire Earth was completely frozen, becoming an ice-blue planet, thoroughly sealed by a layer of never-melting extreme cold ice shell, losing the last trace of temperature remaining on the entire planet.
Odin's power.
Was powerful to this extent.
Thor the God of Thunder held Mjolnir high, his roar unfinished before he turned into an ice sculpture. Lightning solidified at the tip of the hammer like a blooming ice flower.
Captain America had just raised his shield when his body became a frozen warrior, with even the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth solidifying into rubies.
Morgan Stark's iron armor emitted a final alarm before being swallowed by the cold, leaving only a pair of unclosed eyes reflecting the icy light of the universe.
And Gwen, the Phantom Spider, was the only one who could still think.
She was frozen in mid-air, spider silk wrapping around her body like an ice-crystal spider web. Her consciousness was not completely frozen because of the Phantom Spider Gene Ian had given her. She could see, hear, and think—but she could not move.
She watched with her own eyes—Loki, holding the Casket of Ancient Winters, stood atop the frozen Earth, Odin's body looking like a new god in the cold light. His single eye swept around, the corners of his mouth curling into a victorious arc.
"Die!"
Loki grinned savagely, and the frost storm instantly engulfed Ian's figure. Odin's divine power perfectly fused with the Frost Giants' extreme cold power. The terrifying cold was like a tsunami meant to bury Ian along with the entire planet!
However, this was only Loki's wishful thinking. Without Ian's approval, even if absolute cold arrived, Ian's figure suddenly broke through the blockade of the ice mist, charging into the sky in a Superman posture! His speed was too fast, even dragging a golden afterimage behind him.
"Under absolute low temperature, the movement of all matter should stop!" Loki's pupils shrank, and he immediately activated the Casket of Ancient Winters. Countless forces of cold swept toward Ian like a rainstorm!
"A mere absolute low temperature is just physics. What does that have to do with me, Ian? Illiterate Loki!"
Ian did not look back.
Instead, he charged straight for space.
"You—!" Loki was instantly enraged by Ian's mockery. Odin's body erupted with brilliant divine light. He slammed his foot down, shattering the ground, and took off into the sky, chasing after Ian!
The two of them, one in front and one behind, broke through Earth's atmosphere and in the blink of an eye plunged into deep space.
In the boundless sea of stars, Ian's speed did not decrease in the slightest. He was like a golden meteor weaving through the planetary belts. Loki followed closely behind, the Casket of Ancient Winters continuously releasing extreme cold power. Relying on the divine power of Odin's body and the might of the Casket of Ancient Winters, his offensive was like a violent storm. The meteors, asteroids, and even the light of stars they passed were frozen!
Even black holes could not escape the fate of being frozen. This was an extremely terrifying cosmic artifact. Ian's body did not support him taking the opponent head-on, so Ian chose to follow the great man's military tactics.
The essence of guerrilla warfare was utilized to the limit by Ian.
Loki chased Ian, weaving through the star rivers, vowing to tear him apart. Ian, however, was as flexible as a swimming fish. He didn't take hits or confront him directly, but simply kept roaming.
The universe was boundless and deathly silent.
In the small boundary within the crack of the zombie universe.
The stars stalled like rusted gears. Eerie blue frost flowers condensed at the edge of black holes, and even the pulse of time was frozen by the cold, causing many places to lose the concept of time.
This dimension, which should have been incomparably quiet, had now become a battlefield between a god and a Evil god. Loki, driving Odin's divine body, smashed through three wandering planets. The cosmic dust condensed on the surface of the golden armor turned into brilliant stardust under the shock of divine power. The Casket of Ancient Winters spun an absolute zero vortex in his palm that distorted space.
"You cannot escape!"
Loki roared.
With a wave of his hand.
The God King's roar shattered the nearby asteroid belt. Twelve frost chains pierced out from the void, capable of smashing those planets and meteors, yet they could not capture the loach-like Ian.
Ian's figure flashed within the cold tide, golden light piercing through the extreme cold like a sun. He deliberately slowed down, letting Loki's frost power catch up to him while always remaining just a hair's breadth away.
"Is running all you can do?!" Loki's roar vibrated through the frozen atmosphere. "Fight me fairly!"
"Wow, so scary, so scary~" Ian floated in the air and made a funny face, then casually flicked a golden beam of light. That light pierced through the ice mist and accurately hit Loki between the brows.
It made a crisp "ding" sound.
The damage wasn't great.
But the insult was extremely strong.
"I'm going to tear your mouth apart!!"
Loki was furious, and the Casket of Ancient Winters burst with even more piercing blue light.
The power of the Master of the Nine Realms manifested through the Casket of Ancient Winters. Odin's divine power poured into it like a torrent, and ice-blue energy ripples spread frantically with him as the center.
The Casket of Ancient Winters in Loki's hand bloomed with an unprecedented extreme cold radiance.
That was not light, but absolute cold.
It spread like a tide, devouring the star rivers, freezing black holes, and freezing time itself. Stars extinguished one by one, turning into ice-crystal sculptures; nebulae solidified like preserved paintings.
The entire small universe, from macro to micro, from matter to energy, from space to time—was entirely frozen. Even Ian's final figure slowly stalled within the light.
The Evil God Master was fixed within the eternal extreme cold.
The universe was completely frozen.
The entire dimension was dragged into an eternal winter, including, of course, Ian, this self-proclaimed All-Father level life.
"No matter how slippery an ant is, it's still just an ant. Before absolute power, your little tricks are meaningless!" Loki floated in the center of the universe, the Casket of Ancient Winters in hand, Odin's body emitting supreme majesty. He opened his single eye and looked down at this frozen land, the corners of his mouth curling into a victorious smile.
"Run! Keep running! Why aren't you running? Weren't you quite good at dodging just now? Weren't you quite good at slapping faces? Weren't you quite good at saying 'so great'?" Loki grinned savagely and floated in front of Ian, watching Ian's figure gradually stiffen in the cold tide, eventually turning into an eternal ice sculpture.
Loki stood atop this frost throne, a morbid satisfaction flashing in his single eye.
"Run faster! Weren't you quite good at dodging just now!"
He shouted at Ian's ice sculpture. Ian's ice sculpture had no reaction, his expression fixed in a final moment of shock—the kind of shock where the eyeballs were almost bulging out.
This expression made Loki feel very good. The corners of Loki's mouth twisted, and Odin's face turned distorted from pleasure.
"You think it's over? No, I will have you remain conscious in eternal frozen stasis, feeling the pain of every inch of flesh being frozen! I will let you watch with your own eyes as your body is crushed inch by inch, and you—will be able to do nothing!" He became more excited as he spoke, divine power surging in the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Loki had talked himself into a climax.
It was as if he could already see the image of Ian wailing in endless torture.
However.
Just at this moment.
"I'm waiting for your divine power to run out, what are you waiting for?"
A familiar voice echoed leisurely behind Loki.
Loki's mad laughter stopped abruptly.
Instinct began frantically secreting adrenaline for Loki. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his neck turned stiffly, inch by inch, as if every movement was resisting some invisible fear.
There.
Ian—calling himself Kal—was floating behind Loki, his entire body transparent and ethereal like a ghost, with only a pair of golden eyes shining brightly in the permanently frozen universe.
"Wha... what?!" Loki's voice was almost cracked. in this place where even the universe had fallen silent, he didn't understand why he could still see another moving thing besides himself.
This was an absolute winter that even Frost Giants couldn't withstand!
"Why! What kind of ghost thing are you!!" Loki's single eye bulged, his voice trembling. "Impossible! You've already been frozen! You've already been defeated by me!"
He was as terrified and shocked as if he had touched upon a knowledge blind spot.
His brain was buzzing.
Fortunately, Ian had always been fond of acting as a teacher.
"Hilarious. This is the sorrow of you ordinary people who don't have a super brain like mine. It's just freezing everything; I simply had an out-of-body experience and used my spiritual body to knock on your head."
"You have no way of dealing with me."
Transparent Ian tilted his head, the corners of his mouth curling into a wise arc. As he spoke, he actually used his fist to knock a few times on Loki's head, though Odin's bald head was indeed very hard.
The feel wasn't great.
"It shouldn't be like this... souls... souls should also be frozen..."
Loki's single eye reflected Ian's transparent figure. The Casket of Ancient Winters trembled in his hand, and Odin's divine power was almost exhausted, while the enemy before him—had never truly been defeated.
"No... impossible!" Loki roared hysterically. "The Casket of Ancient Winters can freeze even souls! How could you—you can't be a holy soul!"
He seemed to have thought of something.
Unwilling to accept reality.
"You're the one who's not a holy soul! Your whole family isn't a holy soul!" Ian's insults only consisted of those same few tricks, but they still caused a groan of resentment to squeeze out of Loki's throat.
Under the gaze of this conspirator, who also called himself the new master of the Nine Realms, Ian's eyes suddenly erupted with piercing golden light, and golden radiance boomed out in the permanently frozen universe!
This was an all-out strike.
The brilliance was as magnificent as the sun, engulfing Loki's figure. The frozen universe, at this moment—was also reignited by that radiance which could light up the entire small universe.
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On Earth, upon the ruins still carrying a bit of bone-chilling cold.
Thor the God of Thunder slowly opened his eyes, and frost fell rustling from his eyelashes. He struggled to prop up his body, feeling as if his head had been smashed by a frost giant wielding a hammer—both cold and painful. He shook his head, trying to let his chaotic thoughts return to clarity, and then—
He saw Ian.
Ian was squatting not far away, a bonfire burning in front of him, with two ice sculptures placed over the fire—one was Captain America, and the other was Gwen.
Thor: "...?"
Ian noticed Thor was awake and waved enthusiastically: "Yo, Big Hammer! Awake? Come, come, you're just in time for the meal!"
Thor opened his mouth.
For a moment, he didn't know how to evaluate the scene before him. He watched with his own eyes as Ian pulled a bottle of chili powder and salt from his pocket and evenly sprinkled them over the ice sculpture of Cap.
This guy was even humming a little tune.
"Charcoal-grilled Cap is great~ frozen Gwen is fragrant~"
Although he clearly knew Ian was just looking for fun, and it was the prank behavior of a fun-seeker, Thor still found it a bit difficult to evaluate when he saw this scene.
"..."
Perhaps this was the way an evil god thought. He clutched his still-throbbing head and wobbled over, deciding to first ask about the serious matters Ian cared about most.
"Where's Loki?" Thor looked around, seeing not only no trace of the overbearing evil villain but also not even a bit of wreckage from the Frost Giants.
He had been frozen unconscious quite early, so he suspected all those Frost Giants had been eaten by Ian.
"Loki?"
Ian didn't even look up, casually pointing to the side.
"Right there."
Thor looked in that direction and found a thermos on the ground. From the cup came Loki's faint, angry roars: "Let me out! You lowly Midgardian ants! I'm going to pull out your intestines and knit a sweater—I am the King of the Nine Realms, you cannot treat me like this!"
Thor was stunned for a second, then went into wild joy.
"Haha! Loki, King of the Frost Giants! You also have a day like this!" He grabbed the thermos, twisted off the cap without hesitation, and aimed his butt at the mouth of the cup.
"Pfft—!!!"
A sky-shaking fart perfectly filled the thermos.
The inside of the cup went quiet for two seconds, then Loki's hysterical screams erupted: "Thor! You son of Odin who should have died long ago!! I'm going to kill you!!! I will definitely kill you!!!"
He was in a state of incompetent rage.
Thor laughed heartily, laughing so hard tears almost came out.
"How was it? A fart from the God of Thunder is quite powerful, right?"
Thor used the God of Thunder crooked-mouth smile.
Ian gave a thumbs-up from the side, providing a bit of emotional value.
"As expected of the God of Thunder, even your farts are electric."
He was mainly feeling guilty and felt he had to provide some emotional value.
"Naturally, naturally, hahaha~"
Thor triumphantly tightened the cap of the thermos and shook Loki's soul a few times before tucking it away with satisfaction. But soon, his smile stiffened.
"Wait, Ian." Thor's expression suddenly became serious. "Where is my father's body?"
The spoiled son of a wealthy family finally remembered that Loki had been wearing his father's skin earlier. He hadn't managed to let Ian, who was always focused on time, avoid this crisis.
Ian's movement paused for a moment.
His gaze drifted.
"Uh... well about that..."
He spoke somewhat hesitantly.
Thor had never seen the evil god have such an attitude.
His heart instantly sank.
"You..."
His voice began to tremble.
"You couldn't have... eaten... my father's body, could you?!"
Thor was truly about to have his eyes split with rage!
Ian swallowed his saliva.
"..."
He suspected the God of Thunder just loved to misunderstand the scope of his food intake.
Seeing Ian not answering, Thor instantly collapsed, wailing and lunging forward to pry open Ian's mouth: "Spit it out! Hurry and spit it out! That's my papa!! Spit out my papa!"
Thor kept trying to dig into Ian's throat, his movements extremely rough. He was crying and snotting, while also using Mjolnir to go "bang bang bang" against Ian's head.
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Ian very rarely did not fight back.
"Wait! Calm down! I didn't eat Odin! I don't eat people!"
He hurriedly pushed the God of Thunder away.
He raised his hand and pointed to a small tent not far away.
"He's right there!"
The moment Thor turned his head, Ian already began to grease the soles of his feet.
"Father! Father!"
Thor crawled and rolled toward the tent, pulling back the curtain—inside, there was no majestic Father of the Gods, only a baby wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly.
The baby's little face was round and rosy, soft golden hair lay against his forehead, and his little mouth was even smacking as he sucked his thumb, looking innocent and pure.
"Where did this kid come from? Where is my father! Damnable evil god!"
Thor was completely confused.
Then.
He heard the sound of packing things and preparing to run away from behind him, accompanied by Ian's apologetic voice.
"Well, just as Odin has Odin's power, I also have my Ian power, atavism power... earlier I was a bit excited and couldn't restrain this power of mine."
"So, because of that, a little accident happened. It's not actually a very tragic accident. Anyway, maybe... how should I explain this problem to you..."
"To make a long story short, you are perhaps about to have the most special adventure and experience in the universe... Yes, it might be necessary to trouble you to raise your father all over again."
After Ian finished speaking, he held his harvest and prepared to welcome the moment of returning to the DC Universe.
In the final second.
He seemed to see Thor turn into a thunderous mad dog.
Lunging over as if having a fit of rabies.
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