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AHHHH!!! That was the last of what Tie Zhu could remember when out of no where a small "Meteorite" fell out of the sky and and hit him right in the balls before passing out!

Little did he know it was at that moment a black sludge that was the former Tentacle God seeped into his blood and tried to possess him. 

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After I woke up I asked Nicole for how long I was asleep, she told me she never realized I was asleep. It was mean, because does that mean that I look so ugly everyday. I thought I looked cute or just like a normal human being. It's sad really. But the good thing is that it seems our teacher didn't notice, she probably thought I was just lying on my desk. 
"did you do the reading" she asks out of nowhere. 
"wait what, we had reading to do?!" om shocked I think I forgot about it completely. 
"oh my gosh I can't believe you forgot about it, she'll kill you if you can't answer the questions." she laughs a little as she pats my shoulders as if I were crying. 
"shit, and that's the thing I'm already failing those quizzes. Like at least with those quizzes I read some of it." I say sighing, I never really read any of the books she assigned. I would either read a summary of the chapter online or do nothing. 
"go listen to the audio book, I mean we have a period before class." she says, as she pulls out her headphones to hand me one. I receive before popping it in my ear. 
"Do you have, audible or are you going to use YouTube?"
"YouTube, I don't really use audiobooks that often so YouTube is enough. Listen to it during class." she says standing up from the stairs. 
"thanks Dana." I thank her as I follow her out the stairway and into the hall. I'm glad she reminded me of the book if not I would have forgotten about the test and reading. 

Imagine a love triangle in between a love triangle don't forget jealousy and protective brothers. They have problems and they don't realize it in other words.

This time the scene depicted was the girl and dead dog, but different to before, they were both surrounded by rats. The rats feasted upon the flesh of the dead dog and nibbled away at the girl's legs.
Perhaps she had felt the pain when she was bitten, her eyelids trembled slightly. She weakly opened her eyes and discovered the rats who'd greedily bitten onto her legs. Startled, she used what little strength she had, she kicked them off her legs and swatted away the ones that feasted on the dead dog's body.
When she looked at the dead dog's open wounds, it triggered her survival instincts and overwrote the companionship she'd built up with the pitiful half eaten dog that only just recently met his demise. Like she'd just seen moments before, she learned by example and imitated the same actions the rats had taken. She bit into the dead dog the best she could then ripped and tore at its flesh. Her mental faculties had long been overridden by her hunger and she was unable to differentiate between food and her recently deceased companion at this time.
She chewed what she could and swallowed what she couldn't. She nearly choked a few times, but she drank the dogs blood as a means to force it all down and stay hydrated.
I couldn't help but wonder who this poor child was and what kind of events had transpired to push her into such a precarious state. I thought deeply over it, but in the end, I still didn't remember anything before I entered this never ending darkness.
Once the child ate her full, she fell onto her back and remained there motionless. When she came to her senses she sobbed and weeped to herself when she realized what she'd just done. The only thing audible in the mansion were her cries of despair and self hatred. The scene continued for some time until she fell sick from the uncooked raw dog meat she'd eaten. She inevitably passed out from the pain caused by indigestion.
Similar to before, the bubble popped when the girl lost consciousness.
The next bubble showed the girl when she woke up again. Again, rats bit at her and ate away at the remains of the dead dog. She repeated the process again, but this time the blood had all dried up and spilled everywhere. She choked on a piece of the dog meat and passed out again. When she fell to the ground the shock from the fall dislodged the piece of dog meat stuck in her throat, but she still passed out due to the impact to her head.
Pop.
The next bubble showed when the girl regained consciousness for the third time. The rats were back, but this time, all that remained were bits and pieces of the dead dog's bones. There was no longer anything for the girl to eat. She was now left starved, in a severely weakened state, and clearly fatally ill.
Instinctively to survive, the girl grabbed onto one of the rats that daringly nibbled away at her leg. The rat had certainly long noticed she'd regained consciousness, yet it still greedily devoured her flesh despite the rat's better judgement on previous occasions. It likely believed the girl was incapable of any form of retaliation by this point and it naively thought of her as a free meal.
Unfortunately, against this pitiful rat's expectations, the little girl savagely smashed it's head against the ground after she grabbed it. The rat's skull was instantly crushed under the force of the collision and it immediately died with one last anguished squeak. His fellow rats fled in all directions, terrified of the little girl who'd been pushed into a corner. Left with no other choice, the child, barbarically ripped into the rat's flesh and tore a chunk of meat off and swallowed. Like a savage beast she chugged the rat's blood directly from it's carcass and forced the rancid rat meat down her throat with the assistance of the blood.
Depicted in several subsequent bubbles were many recurrences of this brutally grotesque scene. The longer I watched as she suffered through the pain that came with such unsanitary meals, the more I realized how her body at some point had gradually changed and adapted to it. With how lifeless her eyes were, I couldn't understand what pushed her to struggle to survive in such precarious conditions.
After about a year of repeating the same pattern of eating and passing out, the little girl added another critter to her cuisine. Cockroaches and any other small insects that crawled about the mansion were by no means off limits to her. In fact, it seemed she preferred them over the tough rat meat.
It was truly miraculous how she'd somehow adapted to her environment the way she had. Eventually, the little girl ventured outside the mansion's grounds into the surrounding forest where she found a source of clean water. No more blood at long last after an entire year. She broke down into tears when she finally found that supply of clean water.
The water and electricity to the mansion had long been cut off at some point before I'd started my observation of the little girl. Her discovery eliminated the necessity for rat blood with her meals and she was finally able to clean herself up as well.
Any injuries her body sustained healed rapidly, much faster than normal humans after everything she'd been through. Her body's metabolism was far superior to your plain old average joe due to how often she'd been bitten and injured over the last year. I was truly flabbergasted by the incredible development of her immune system. How she'd survived all alone like this inside an abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere left me awestruck and astonished.
When she finally had time to catch her breath after she'd grown accustomed to her harsh daily lifestyle she started reading through the countless books littered about the rooms of the mansion in her spare time. It was truly fortunate she knew how to read and she learned all sorts of different things by browsing through the various books available to her.
There were many nights where she suffered through the freezing cold, completely isolated from the outside world; but thanks to the knowledge she acquired in the books she read, she finally learned different methods to start a fire using the materials inside the mansion and forest. She read through many different survival books and cookbooks in her free time; a result of those efforts was she'd learned how to prepare all sorts of different dishes for herself to enjoy.
When her life grew more stable, to the point where survival wasn't the only thought on her mind, I found her on several occasions blankly sitting by a window inside the mansion looking up into the night sky for hours on end all alone by herself. Her eyes which had regained some semblance of life often drowned in sorrow whenever she thought back to her past.
She often called out and pleaded for her mother, father and big sister to return. While on other occasions, she curled herself up into a ball and held her head with her hands while she repeatedly muttered to herself how everything was her fault. She was to blame. She killed them all. Over and over again. Day after day, night after night. When she wasn't trying to survive, she was constantly haunted by her memories. Sometimes, she prostrated herself in front of three graves. She smashed her head against the ground while she weeped and shed countless tears; simultaneously, she apologized and begged them to come back.
She'd gained too much leeway and she now suffered through an endless spiral of guilt, self hatred and resentment.
The process continued on and on, countless times and I realized her mental state that had slightly recovered became gradually more twisted and warped, until it eventually drove her to the brink of insanity.

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If you were told invisible otherworldly beings pulled the strings in the background for their own sick and twisted amusement, could you accept that?

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To be perfectly honest with you, I'm not too sure how next class is gonna go. No, I don't mean how boring it'll be, though I'm sure there will be plenty of that. I'm talking about how exactly I'll deal with Seoyun and Jun being in the same class together with no Dahyeong there to diffuse the tension within me. It should be no different than previous classes with them together but something tells me otherwise. 

Standing idly in front of my open locker, I feel a frown grow on my face and I quickly shake it off. 'It'll be fine' is practically the only thought coursing through my head at the moment as I bring a free hand to my cheek, feeling the radiating warmth from it on the knuckles of my fingers. I suck in a whiff of air nostrils, making it as audible as possible to no one in particular before getting frustrated anyway and slamming my locker shut. 

How troublesome. 

I take off in the direction of my next class: History, maintaining a swift speed as I stroll down the halls. I spot the usual sea of students stampeding down all directions in an unpredictable manner. The bustle always made it more challenging to traverse the ways to my next class but I'd always get through. 

I eye over to my right to see that the door to History class only stood a meter in front of me. Having realized this, I dart towards the door, yanking it open like a kid with a heavy duty entrance door. 

The inside of the class was well-illuminated enough by the glaring sunlight from the windows so that the room didn't need the lights turned on. It's better that way since the switch from natural light to artificial is rather unpleasant. The teacher sat at her desk, typing away on her computer while the rest of the students sat around waiting for class to begin. 

I stand under the doorway while scanning the people sitting in their seats. My breathing relaxes just a little when I see neither Jun nor Seoyun there yet. They're probably still getting their stuff - or maybe they don't want to be there early to have to deal with the other. Who knows? 

I make my way to an empty desk and collapse onto it after taking off my bag. I have my bag sit right on lap as I begin to rummage through it for my textbooks and workbooks. The very books that made my bag weigh 20 pounds more than it should and has given me far too many sore shoulders. If they had any redeeming factor, it's that they looked fancy and important in a sizeable stack all together. 

While placing my books in a neat pile on my desk, I hear the door to the classroom open. It's nothing of surprise to me when I see Seoyun march through. She had her bag slung over one shoulder and kept it propped up with both hands on the strap. 

I motion to Seoyun for her to sit where I'm sitting. She notices right away and takes to the desk beside me, examining the room, most likely to make sure that Jun wasn't anywhere near us. Seoyun leans over towards me. 

"I wasn't there for first block since I arrived later to school than I expected. What did I miss from Science?" 

"Just a lot of notes. I can hand you mine to copy down." 

"Kay, toss." 

I reach into my bag to pull out my beaten up notebook, handing it over to Seoyun. She takes a second to look over them before looking back up at me while giving a thumbs up. I'm about to slump back onto my desk until Seoyun blurts out into the silence. 

"Why are your notes always so pretty?" Seoyun goes on a flipping-frenzy, going through all the pages in my notebook only to see caligraphy and colour sprinkled on every side of each paper. 

"I get bored in class." I lightly laugh while responding. "I can't say the same for my handwriting though. There's nothing I can do to save those scribbles." 

Just by being able to talk to Seoyun, it makes me forget any pressing matter at hand. Instead, I'm able to loose myself in our conversation. If Dahyeong was here as well, I don't think we'd ever be able to shut up. Maybe that's why I didn't expect Jun to walk through the door in the middle of Seoyun and I cackling over my notes. 

As soon as he traverses into the class, I feel an odd presence fill the room. Reality hits me so suddenly that I might as well have gotten whiplash. I glance to Seoyun who seemed to have the same expression as I did, only ten times worse. A scowl reaches her face as she adjusts her sitting position and continues to copy my notes down. 

I turn over to Jun who only carried an unreadable visage. I fiddle with my pen in hand while bitting down on my lip. My attention seemed to subconsciously switch between Jun and Seoyun, checking their gestures and expressions as if I could somehow discern anything new from them. I obviously can't since I don't read minds but I tried anyway. 

"Hey Minji." 

A smile covers Jun's face in an instant just as the words leave his mouth. A tiny 'hey' is all I seem to manage to force out of my mouth along with small nods of acknowledgement. Jun doesn't seem to question and nods right back at me, imitating my level of enthusiasm in a teasing manner. 

Jun pulls the chair from the table on the other side of me and takes a seat, which lands me right in the awkward position of becoming a Minji sandwiched in-between a literal battlefield with Jun on one side and Seoyun on the other. Even though there's a sizable distance between the desks, the feeling of being a Minji-filled sandwich lingers as I try to maintain my composure. I know now that things are going to go a lot more different than I anticipate. 

After all, just like an actual sandwich, I'm bound to be toasted eventually.

From high school problems to relationship struggles to family issues, Kim Minji's seen all of what life has to offer - or so she thought. On her 16th birthday, she wakes up to find herself with hidden abilities no one foresaw coming, leading Minji to be trapped in a power struggle between the clans Ignus and Flores as she struggles to make sense of her new reality.


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"Door?" Men Nan's voice had an audible change. He had been reminded of something. The picture that Chen Ge had sent, Men Nan also possessed, but his picture was placed at the bottom of a drawer under several books. 

When Chen Ge saw the picture at Hai Ming Apartments, he had been confused. This was the only picture Men Nan had of his mother, so he could not understand why he did not display it inside a photo frame. Instead, Men Nan hid it in a secluded corner like a memory that he refused to face. 

He did not want to throw it away but refused to face it. It was the conflict inside his heart. 

"Where did you get this picture?" Men Nan's voice croaked, and his tone slowed down. Chen Ge brought the thing that he was trying to hide up to the surface, so he could not run away anymore. 

"I found the picture at the mental hospital. I've gone inside the room your mother stayed in…" 

"Leave that place immediately!" Men Nan screamed before Chen Ge finished. 

"Leave? Looks like you have remembered something." 

There was another period of silence on the phone. Several seconds later, Men Nan said, "I don't why I said that, but my instincts told me that place is very dangerous." 

"The mental hospital is locked, and I cannot leave. If it was not urgent, I wouldn't have called to disturb you." Holding the cleaver, Chen Ge saw the blood vessels were still inching toward Zhang Ya. "This has gone beyond me and you. Those madmen who refused treatment have returned to this place with their twisted ideologies. They have detained living humans and experimented with axes and saws; can you imagine what else they might have done?" 

"There are victims in the hospital?" Men Nan's voice was filled with uncertainty. He seemed to be doubting himself, like he wanted to say something but did not have the courage to. 

"I can confirm one thing—there is more than one victim. I've found plenty of evidence here that suggest there are multiple victims." Chen Ge did not know what Men Nan was hesitating about. "I'm also in a dangerous situation. Monsters and patients are chasing me with axes. I cannot communicate with them." 

After a long time, Men Nan spoke. "How do you expect me to help you?" 

"Awaken the other persona inside you! He's the one I'm looking for!" The stench in the air intensified like a monster opening its maw. 


"Can you tell me why?" Men Nan's voice was soft, and it was filled with complicated emotions. 

Chen Ge did not have the time to play games with Men Nan, so he answered truthfully, "I want to close the door of the third room at the Third Sick Hall. Your childhood persona knows the way to close it. Awaken him! I know what happened to you when you were young. I understand and relate to your pain, but you cannot run away from it forever!" 

"Close the door…" Men Nan seemed to be talking to himself. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't help you." 

Chen Ge did not expect the brutal rejection from Men Nan. "Why?" 

"Because he is not with me." Men Nan took a deep breath. "He locked himself up behind the door." 

"Your childhood persona is on the other side of the door‽" Chen Ge's brows were furrowed deeply. 

"Yes. To be honest, he is the real main persona. My memory started only after four years old." Men Nan revealed this shocking information. "The main persona was born at the mental hospital and saw the twisted as normal. His world is different from normal. Before four years old, he tried his best to fix his perspective, and his only pillar of support was his mother, but when he was four, his mother was murdered, and the persona, who saw everything, decided to give up on the normal world. 

"Perhaps the normal world had never shown him any kindness, so he believed that the world that we reside in is the truly twisted one. He closed himself up in his psyche, and then I appeared. He did not communicate with me until the day the director from the mental hospital and a Doctor Chen came to find me. They pleaded for my help to close this 'door'. 

"At the time, I was so small, and without knowing anything, they brought me back to the mental hospital where the main persona once spent his childhood. They asked me many questions, questions that now I cannot answer. 

"That night, they arranged for me to sleep inside Room 3, and I don't know what happened next. There were probably sleeping pills in the water because I slumbered so deeply, and it was probably then that they summoned the main persona. 

"When I woke up, it was already midnight. I opened my eyes blurrily and saw myself lying in bed, but everything around me was blood red. However, the strangest thing was that the main persona was standing beside me. 

"He told me to keep this a secret from everyone and pointed at the clock on the outside corridor. He told me to keep myself awake no matter how tired I was. Then he sent me out of the room. He stayed behind the door and closed it. 

"After that, he stopped appearing, but there are sometimes memories that don't belong to me that appear in my consciousness. I planned to carry these secrets with me to my grave because, even now, I'm unsure if these are just hallucinations. 

"My situation is very similar to schizophrenia, but everything seems so real. I grew up in a state of constant self-doubt, and it is the main reason I chose to study psychology." 

There was great pain in Men Nan's voice, and Chen Ge, as an outsider, understood his pain. To pretend to be a normal person and live a normal life was something of a challenge to the young man. 

"This explains why he was unable to resist the mirror ghost." Chen Ge held the phone, and his heart was quivering with anxiety. 

"Men Nan should be telling the truth. When I detected the third persona inside his psyche, it did appear like shattered memories because the occurrences were very episodic and randomized." Doctor Gao took the phone from Men Nan. He did not understand the conversation between Men Nan and Chen Ge, so he could not be much help. 

"Yes, he should be telling the truth." 

The only person who could close the door had spent the last decade or so inside the door, and the door had been closed for that long. It was not until the hospital closed five years ago that the door opened again. Could the real Men Nan inside the door have gotten into some accident? 

Chen Ge wanted to retreat. This building was too wicked. Even with Zhang Ya, he did not feel that safe. "It's safer to retreat." 

He turned to look at the corridor. The draft fluttered Zhang Ya's red outfit. The black hair that melted into the night poked through the monsters' bodies repeatedly. Of the three monsters, two were already torn apart. 
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"Are you sure?"

Picking the books from the center table, I glanced up at my sister who was  peeking up from the couch, her  eyebrows raised. 

I smiled. "Affirmative."

"Okay." Bisma drawled, and then gave a nod. "See you at night then. Bye." 

Hurriedly taking the keys from the hook above the teapoy, I started towards the main door. 

"You're not taking the scarf with you today?"

I stopped and arched my body to look at her and found her staring at me, poised in the same manner as before. I shurgged. "No."

"Ready to have a bad day, then?"

A soft laugh escaped my mouth. Merely calling some thing lucky doesn't make it lucky. I never believed in such superstitions anyway. Things don't make you lucky, or unlucky for that matter. You just are lucky. Or you can make yourself lucky by praying. "As if. Tell father to not wait for me at dinner." 

"Sure." Bisma chirped and turning around she dropped back onto the couch. "Bye." I heard her say, almost as an afterthought and securing the heavy weight of the thick medical books in my arms, I started forward. 

Taking brisk steps, I walked through the door and strode towards the driveway. Baba Farid was already waiting for me by my car, and at his sight I unconsciously squared my shoulders and raised my chin, strutting on my heels with a haughty swagger. He opened the front door once I approached and I climbed in, securing my seat. The door was closed and after inserting the key into the ignition, I started the engine of my Daihatsu Copen I demanded be given to me at the start of college. Father obliged of course, he had never said no to us. The gates already stood ajar and I revved out of the house, heading towads college. 

As much as I hated the hectic routine of the module, it was admittedly no doubt the most fascinating of them all. Horried and equally awed I had stared with numbed senses, wide eyed, rooted to the ground, the complicated and grosteque process of labor unfolding in front of me. Agonized shrieks of the women, coaxing husbands by the side, and an ushering doctor between the legs, all of it made a sight so petrifying my blood went cold by the screams. But then the baby would peek, initially there would only be just a head, and if the woman was lucky the rest of it came out quick, else it took a lot more than a few minutes. And then there was the digusting glob of meat at the end. You guessed right - placenta. 

The labor and the OR had both been tiring, only allowing me to be home as late as eight at night. But on the other hand the horror and exhaustion was always taken over by the fondness and awe for what had just been transpired. I mean really, there is beauty in every work of Allah. Just look how He makes things possible. Even though the women were drained of energy, their faces contorted in fatigue, they'd forget their pain and would  ask the nurse if the baby was alright. To know that this was worth all the searing torment made incredulity seep up to my heart. In the start I had second thoughts about ever giving birth, but now, well now I thought I was up for it.

The module was almost to an end now though, within a week we'd have our viva and then in a couple days the final exam, and as extraordinary as it was, I'd really take a sigh of relief when it'll be over for good. And yeah, I didn't want to persue it for specialisation. 

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My head resting on the couch, eyes closed, I had taken refuge in the staff lounge subsequently excusing myself after the hours of the clinic, wanting a tea break. It had hardly been only a minute since I had settled down after preparing myself a cup of tea when I heard someone plop down beside me, and I knew without looking that it was Ramlah.

" 'sup?" She chirped.

I hummed in responce, thinking if I remained in the same position for a minute long I might very well doze off.

"You heard about the module break plan?"

My eyebrows clamped together. "What?"

"So there's a fifth year Bilal is friends with. His uncle owns a farmhouse and Bilal and guys were wondering that since Gynea felt like an entire year, we could go someplace to - he said and I'll quote - netflix and chill."

I felt the urge to roll my eyes even though they were closed. "Of course he said that."

"So Bilal asked the fifth year and he was like, I already had plans with my buddies and if you guys have no issue being there with them, then we can sure come along."

I lifted my shoulders lightly in a shrug. "It's totally fine."

"I know. So yeah, we're going now."

"Oh thank God." I opened my eyes and moved my head to look at her. "We deserve a holiday."

Ramlah grinned and gave a nod, her gold earrings swung lightly with the move. "Tell me about it." 

"It's a relief honestly. I've been thinking what I wanted to do in the weeks."

"I know." She said, tucking a wisp of loose strands of her curls behind her ear. "So how's everything at home? Bisma agreed for the field trip?"

"Yeah."

"Hey," putting a hand on my arm, she scooted closer, "what's wrong Mashal? Why all gloomy?"

I sighed inwardly, peering at her round chubby face. "It's second September. My uncle-"

"Left. Right, how can I forget. I am so sorry. How are you feeling?"

"I've reacted worse on this. I'm fine, yeah." I smiled faintly. "Just a little sad." I didn't think, regardless of how many years it'll be, that I'd ever be not ready for this day. I always saw it coming a week before, but until the very day I didn't allow myself to brood. While I was heartbroken by his sudden abandonment, I couldn't help but feel resentment for leaving me like that - without prior warning, without any excuse.

"Cheer up, Mashal. Think about all the fun we'd have while on our break instead. The more you will allow yourself to plunge into old memories the more it's gonna hurt you."

"Hm." I smiled faintly. 

"Oh, yeah," she suddenly perked up, as if remembering something. "Bilal was looking for you."

"Anything important?" I arched an eyebrow and asked even though I highly suspected it. Bilal could talk about anything but important. Lately, I thought I had gleaned from his body language and unusual stuttering that he'd been trying to bring himself to confessing he liked me. 
Let's see when that day comes.

"I don't think so." Ramlah shrugged and with a pat on my hand she rose to her feet. "Got to go Mashal, I really don't want to run into Doctor Muz in the corridor again. See you later."

"Sure." I mouthed and saw her walk out of the lounge.

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The day got me like none other. By the time I got free and was finally allowed to go home, it was pretty late, late than usual. Taking my books and draping the labcoat over my arm, I picked my sethescope from the locker - careful not to drop it - and hurried out of the college campus and sauntered towards the parking. Due to the long walk I already broke into a sweat and cursing the buggy for not being there when I wanted it, I strode through people that walked to and fro the hospital building, some on the road, others on the pedestrian path pushing wheel chair patients to get to the building. 

In the small parking spot up the steep road, there was no sight of life apart from a car that had its engine running. I strode to the corner where I remembered I had parked my Daihatsu, and upon reaching it I place my stuff on the back seat, spreading the labcoat neatly so it wouldn't get creases and walked around to get to the driver's seat. 

I'd call this day a progress, in terms of emotional state. Of course the credit goes to the hectic routine but even in the free moments I had tried my best to not think about the misery that transpired almost fifteen years ago. It was honestly stupid to hold on to it after such a long time. After all there's something called moving on. But I was stupid . . . Maybe I wasn't stupid. Maybe I just wanted a closure, maybe I only wanted my questions answered.  Maybe that's what I needed to soothe my ever jittery and anxious nerves. 

Making sure my phone was in my clutch, I pulled the front door but just as I was about to get in I felt a presence behind me. My heart immediately took a leap and I whipped around only to collide into a long figure. Letting out an involuntary but barely audible gasp, I tried to back away and opened my mouth to call attention, but before I could have done anything substantial, the man with a mask caught me by the wrist and pressed something soft and wet against my nose. A sharp bitter tang went down my throat and my eyes pricked with a stinging sensation. Before I knew it, everything was spinning and darkness spread.

In the third year of her doctorate degree, right before her Gynea exam, Mashal is abducted. 
Before she knows it, long buried family secrets unfold, rendering her dumbstruck, heartbroken, and horrified. She had never expected to become a bait for some game of vengeance, nobody does. But what hurt her the most was the fact that the events of the past as she remembered weren't how they actually unfolded. 
Sometimes, people closest to you are the villians in someone else's story.

Buzz

Huh? Another text from boss.. Guess I wont have this day to myself whats the point of them assigning me free days if its going to get soaked up by some asshole who doesn't want to do his job? 

Looking down at the text received he swiftly drew breath. 'Get over here your on the clock when you arrived. David just quit on us!' 

Quit? But why? David has always been resolved with keeping his job. Finding work these day was like trying to find diamonds in mud. 

Even if that's odd. Azural signed pinching his nose and tightly closing his eyes, head tilted ever so slightly to the right. An annoyed frown replaced his poker face. Damnit, this is torturous.

Picking up his jacket wallet and phone he opened his apartment door. Looking back at his small apartment. Small, but livable. Its been a few years since he purchased it. Small kitchen to the left, living room to the right, maybe size of a medium shed. Ahead a bathroom and his small bed room.

Taking a deep breath, he closed the door. Staring down a long corridor that ran maybe 20 meters with a door on each side every 3 meters. With the world now, you'd expect these halls to be clean. 

To at least look moderately nice, such is not thee case. Its the year 2074, the world is over populated and cities are pacted to the brim with workers and homeless. These halls once having clean red carpet and nice tan walls. Now the red has lost most its color, looking more yellowish. Tan walls peeling and old with mold.

People without homes rest in tents, trash and whatever clothing they can. Outside is no different other than its best to wear mask. As the pollution is through the roof.

Just reaching the lobby by stairs always forced depression on him. So many people, so many sick. This is one sick world of ours, sometimes i don't feel so bad, perhaps i'm just numb to it?

That aside looking out past the surprisingly clean lobby proved a mistake. Outside buildings stretch far into the skies, so far in fact that yellow pollution clouds hang low enough to engulf the towers. Whats worse? I don't even know what the sky looks like. I know there is a sun, i know there are stars and a moon. But that's from videos and books or electronic books.

The yellow fog is so thick that flood lights are constantly used to help. Its mandatory to wear gas mask outside. Less you want to be killed by the pollution and trust me you don't last a week out there, that's why there is so many homeless within a lot of the hotels, and apartment buildings. 

Slipping on over his had and attaching the canisters. Azural walks on to the sidewalk. Cars and buses beep and busy rushing around. Such is the way of traffic, turning right he made his way along the crowds. Ever sen those foggy towns where you can only see 20 feet ahead of you? Ya imagine that, just in a New York styled city, the fog is yellow and its almost entirely dark, even if its actually noon. 

Yep that's my situation right now or for the rest of my life. Azural is 6'1" bit of big oof ya know? That said he held light brown eyes almost like warm autumn. Dirty blonde hair short in length. Never liked hair very much, always keep it at least an inch or two. Or maybe 4. Bah who cares.

Buzz

Again? Mumbling under his breath whilst pulling his phone out. From boss 'Where are you?'
Responding he typed up a reply and sent it, before looking up and narrowing avoiding one of those rude shoulder clashings. Urgs hat some folks, not long after did he hear another buzz.

Azural 'on my way like 5 minutes.'

Boss 'Make it two or we will have problems'

Really? No wonder David quit, boss is in his asshole moods today, how lovely. Thanks David now i gotta deal with the boss. S much for a free day, maybe i should request a raise or something. 

"Hey look out!" 

Azural looked up to see what the commotion had been. Only then did he realize that he had long track of where he had been going. Too late all last thing he heard had been a long drawn out..

Beeeeep!

Pain scorched across every fiber of his being. Hard to move, hard to breath. Where am i?

<Notice: subject critical.>

What? Who? I-i cant…

<Notice: Subject critical, protocol activated!>

I..I cant see.. I … losing..conscious..

<Notice: Transferring in proce->

Azural fell into a deep sleep.

******

Uuk and Urah both brothers, yet Urah happens to be older and chieftain of wolf fang tribe. Today marks the day of tradition. Uuk had already arranged 20 warriors to follow him. Where as Urah gathered 3 baskets of many items, gold jewelry, weapons, books, food and human alcohol. Tribulation is in order. For over 200 years the orc tribes has worshiped the stone god. Each competing for blessings.

Wolf fang tribe happen to be the biggest with hundreds of warriors under their wing. Today had been their day to pay tribute. Humans have been very acetate as of late. Wanting to breach the stone gods home. Or what they dare call a dungeon.

They would not allow it! 

Urah planted his hand on Uuk's broad shoulders. "May the stone god bless the best of our fighters.. Lets hope this is enough to please him.

War is on the rise brother be quick, do not keep the stone god waiting."

Nodding diligently both parted before he looked over his small battle group. " Come stone god awaits us!"

With battle cries they followed, their trek short, as they descend into the stone gods lair. 

The dungeon itself has 5 layers with the stone god being at the lowest level. Each layer has its own defenses and to get to the next floor you must cross to the opposite side of each entrance to a layer. Maybe tedious. Granted it was built to last and to survive invasions. 

The orcs had already dismantled most traps, with a few exceptions. Such as treasure trove within the dungeon or secrets that lay well hidden. 

It took at least 15 minutes to cross an entire layer running and triple that should you try walking. Uninterrupted of course. 

Once these halls, corridors, rooms used to be trapped and had plenty of enemies. But no longer as the orc tribes have cleared it out to allow safe travel and for other reasons.

Such as a place to fall back to.

Uuk looked ahead having reached the 5th floor after an hour of running. Even reaching near the end of the last layer, there it was. Large 15 foot thick reinforced oak doors. Closed shut, with their combined strengths all 20 orcs pushed open the gates. As they did so, Uuk looked past the growing gap in the gate. 

It never gets old, each year they pay tribute to the stone god. In return they receive his blessing if the tribute is good enough.

Before them great pillars reach up holding the ceiling aloof. Tattered coat of arms lay draped down the massive stone pillars. Not to mention the tattered red carpet that runs between these pillars. This was a throne room built for a giant. At the very end, stone a titanous stone throne. Its carvings of claws, beast and scaled dragons back in the days. 

Sitting on that throne had been the stone god. Never moving, perhaps slumbering. Its body resembles that of a humanoid dragon. Scale running along his entire body. Horned crown sprouting from his head. Eye browns like bony spikes.

Clawed hands lay gripping the stone arm rest that stand on each side. 

Uuk and his best fighters could feel it. Pressure, a lot of pressure that could make you fall to your knees. Only their strength along helped them not collapse. The room has been dim, thy brought torches, but even they seem to fall to only a smolder. There where large brazers lining the pillars. Only problem is no one can light them. No magical or physical fire can light them.

The only brazer that had been lit and stayed lit for centuries had been the on laying at the bottom of the steps to the throne. 

Uuk spoke whilst others stood silence most their focus trying not to fall to their knee's.

"My lord, we com with tributes. Please we hope this is enough."

What Uuk had learned years ago was that the flames within this middle brazer or what they call the tribulations fire. Is that it doesn't burn or bring pain. But it does take the tributes. As he demonstrated to his warriors, by putting the first basket in. the flame roared up their blue hue engulfing the items. Such as food and alcohol, the next held gold jewels and small trinkets. They took had been enveloped. Whilst the last held weapons. Almost most burned only one held against the flames. It had been an axe. Runes glowering with heat to ward off th fire. 

Uuk had been perplexed by this, until… he heard an audible crack!

Azural finding himself eruptly killed during his walk to work, He is born in a world of monsters, men and magic.

Now one of the many rulers of the Valion region that he has awakened into. 

Azural finds his Morales stripped away from him and replaced with his new bodies emotions. 

What will he do this this second chance of life? Only Azural knows.

"Where did that little shorty go?"

The red-haired Moss peeked left and glanced right at the bustling entrance of Holy Dawn Academy, looking very astonished.

There were quite a lot of senior students under the Holy Dawn Academy's great arched stone gates. These senior students had volunteered to come help, offering new students a little introduction, then guiding them to their dormitories.

As one of the academies with the longest traditions in Holy Lauren, Holy Dawn Academy's architecture was ancient, and its campus was very vast. It took at least forty minutes on foot from the main entrance to the "Ivy" residences and the "Redbud" residences where the new students lived. For new students unfamiliar with the area, it was very easy to get lost inside.

The way Moss saw it, a guy like Ayrin who came from a small-time place would certainly stir a fuss about nothing and make a fool of himself after seeing what Holy Dawn Academy really looked like.

That was why Moss intentionally kept some distance away from Ayrin, ready to make fun of him. But he didn't expect Ayrin to disappear in the blink of an eye.

"School sister, what's your name? I'll help you carry your things ok?"

"School sister, I'll take you to the dorm ok?"

At the same time, a Rinloran who looked even prettier than the vast majority of girls found himself in the middle of a siege from several older schoolmates whose eyes shone bright. His face was already full of black lines, once again reaching the edge of an explosion.

"This is the Thinker's Forest!"

"Sleeping Mermaid Stone Statues!"

"I've reached the Beast Training Field!"

Ayrin was holding a thick booklet at this moment, shouting out a name or two from time to time as he walked on the roads inside Holy Dawn Academy, attracting sidelong glances from one passerby after another.

Old Ginns was the one who gave him the small booklet he held. Its name was "Guidebook to Holy Dawn Academy." Not only was there a map of Holy Dawn Academy inside, it also contained introductions about many edifices and many academy teachers.

"Cattail Library, so called because the growth of cattails filling the shores of the lakes beside it. The floors, stairs, and windows all groan since it comes from too ancient an era, so it is also customarily called the 'Groaning Library.' Finally here!"

Half an hour later, with the guidance of the map, Ayrin finally came in front of the library old Ginns said he needed to visit first thing.

This was an ancient wooden building set over a protruding mound, surrounded on three sides by lakes. Green vines climbed all over the surface of the wooden building. There was only an unremarkable name board standing in the vicinity of the entrance.

The instant Ayrin crossed inside this ancient library entirely made from wood, an expressionless old man with a short stature blocked his way, wearing a black robe and thick long-sighted glasses.

"You're a freshman who's just been admitted to the academy?"

Shooting a glance to the freshman card hanging on Ayrin's chest, the black-robed old man said in a severe tone, "This is the library, you're not allowed to enter as you wish."

Ayrin nodded, "I want to get a reading card and go read inside."

The black-robed old man cast a glance at Ayrin, "New students only have the right to read the books inside, you can't borrow them out."

"Got it."

"You're not allowed to take inside any sharp device that could possibly scratch the books. You have to trim your nails first before going in."

"Got it."

"Any book-damaging behavior is forbidden, otherwise there will be severe punishments. In serious cases, you can even be directly dismissed from the academy."

"Got it."

"It's forbidden to read in a loud voice and make a fuss inside the library, otherwise you'll be expelled. If you violate the rules too many times, you'll permanently lose the right to enter the library."

"Got it."

"..."

After more than a full hour, after a full three repetitions of the library's rules and regulations, the old black-robed man who'd already talked about many information that had nothing to do with books finally let go of Ayrin. He seemed satisfied; Ayrin looked blank from listening. After that, he handled a reading card and let Ayrin come inside his ancient library.

"That was indeed the super chatty librarian, Professor Plum."

Ayrin rubbed his face when he reached the groaning stairs leading to the second floor of the library, rubbing away his blank and dumbfounded expression.

"Hateful old Ginns, acting so mysterious. It's one thing if you don't tell me what bloodline power it actually is, why did you also have to put it inside an obsolete library with some nagging librarian."

Ayrin muttered to himself, but immediately gasped as soon as he climbed up the creaky wooden stairs to the second floor, thoroughly astounded.

"Really awesome!"

Rows upon rows of bookshelves filled the entirety of the second floor, all the way to a roof you simply couldn't reach without wooden ladders. Books with covers in every color were neatly and tidily laid out on the thick bookshelves of a deep brown color. It was simply a sea of books.

All the bookshelves and most of the books were obviously very ancient. The covers on some books were even entirely worn out, but they were all very clean, not even a speck of dust on them.

The atmosphere was inexplicably a little graver.

Ayrin went back and forth between the rows of shelves. The entire library had four floors. He didn't continue upward but slowly searched his way through, reaching a corner of the library, close to the stairs leading to the third floor.

A book with a purple leather cover titled "Views on architectural styles during the War of the Dragons era" quietly reclined on the second layer of the bookshelf in this corner, counting from the bottom.

The moment Ayrin pulled it out, shiny silver stars, incomparably tiny, curiously emerged one after another without any warning from the double-layered board under the book. They converged at top speed on the five fingertips on Ayrin's right hand.

Those bright, dust-like silver stars quickly shaped into five tiny diamond-like crystals on Ayrin's fingertips

Five tiny marks also emerged separately on Ayrin's five fingertips at the same time.

With a flash, the five tiny crystals pierced inside Ayrin's fingertips. The five tiny marks of light vanished at the same time.

Not even one second had gone by from beginning to end.

"Bang!"

Before he could react, it seemed like a giant invisible hammer was fiercely striking Ayrin's heart, to the point of making his body jump up involuntarily.

"So this is the fusion of bloodline powers?"

Ayrin came to his senses the moment his two hands unconsciously pressed on his own heart. His heart thumped once again at the same time.

"Boom! Boom! ..."

He saw his skin shake in waves along with the violent beats of his heart. The blood inside his body seemed to become suddenly much heavier, pressing down on him until his body almost started to bend down.

His heart was going to jump out and crack at this rate... He was going to die right?

Ayrin felt unspeakable discomfort.

The next second, his face once again brimmed with a confident expression that never admitted defeat. His hands left his chest and clenched into tight fists.

"Come then! No matter what bloodline power, you're just going to fuse obediently!"

Ayrin's body kept shaking, but he began to straighten up bit by bit.

There was no telling how much time went by. The violent heartbeats stopped. It was only that the blood inside him still seemed extremely heavy. An inexplicable intuition started to grip him, that he could make the blood flow a little faster and his body a little more relaxed if he moved a bit.

"What, you're still not done fusing obediently!"

Ayrin put the book back, his face filled with warlike determination. He tried walking a few steps and found out it indeed made him feel a little better, so he simply walked in quick steps without ever stopping, walking straight out of the library, with its creaking floors and stairs. Then he started running along the avenue.

"So you're fusing obediently now? There's no fight in you."

After running continuously for several minutes, big drops of sweat fell from Ayrin, but all the feelings of discomfort had thoroughly disappeared. His heartbeat was also back to normal.

He slowly walked on for a while and recovered his breath. He waved his fists a few times. He couldn't feel any obvious difference in his body compared to before.

"Is the bloodline really too bad, or is it that it can only display its effects after I become an arcane master?"

Ayrin mumbled a few words to himself. He then saw shops standing everywhere in front of him. There were many clerks wearing bright-colored clothes doing their best to attract business.

Behind a full hundred stores arranged in charming disorder, there also lay a quiet park. One couldn't see its end of with a quick glimpse.

"It's the commercial street!"

Ayrin immediately realized he'd run all the way to the only commercial street inside Holy Dawn Academy.

The entire city of St. Lauren was built on a mountain. Holy Dawn Academy was built on a mild slope mid-mountain, on the northern side of St. Lauren. The commercial street was located in Holy Dawn Academy's central area, adjacent to the biggest park inside the academy: the "Goddess Park."

The "Goddess Park" had gained its name from a white tulip named "Goddess" growing in great numbers inside the park.

"Why are there so many people?"

As he subconsciously surveyed the academy's commercial street, a street that seemed almost bigger than Cororin's entire surface area. Ayrin saw on it a shop with a big crowd in front of its door, encircling it so tightly not even water would leak through. His curiosity was immediately piqued. He couldn't resist finding his way there.

He squeezed through the great turbulent crowd of people with great difficulty. And then he almost fell face down on the ground at the first sight of the scene in front of him.

This was a store with a "Super Mega Giant Fried Pork Chops" signboard hanging on it. Inside the doorway, there were several fatties who'd eaten until they were clearly about to puke, but they were all still grabbing the golden fried pork chops and gobbling them ferociously.

Ayrin couldn't understand no matter how he tried, so he couldn't resist shouting out, "Are the pork chops that good? They still want to eat them even when they already look like this?"

Some students beside him started to speak all at once when they heard him, explaining, "It's this store's opening day. The boss said you can eat for free as long as you eat ten chops in one go."

"I see." Suddenly enlightened, Ayrin was immediately eager to give it a try. "Can anyone participate?"

"Do you actually also want to participate?"

"Stop dreaming, even a single chop is bigger than your face, it's simply impossible to eat ten in one go. Until now, the most they've eaten is seven. If you can't manage it you still have to pay the money for the pork chops you eat."

"That's right, don't be fooled, it's simply impossible to succeed. The boss is clearly scamming ignorant youngsters."

Among such voices, Ayrin stretched his hand out and tried to measure the chops. He thought these pork chops were indeed really big.

At this time, someone carried out several pork chops.

"Tasty super mega giant pork chops! Whether you stroll by or shop by, don't pass it by!"

"Ultra quantity, genuine super mega giant golden fried pork chops! As long as someone can eat ten, everything's free!"

The fat boss immediately shouted vigorously, his face flushed red, a white chef uniform worn on his body. He attracted even more Holy Dawn students over.

"Uh..."

Choked by the heavy smell of grease, those challengers who were already about to puke blanched immediately. They retreated in defeat one by one. There were two of them who even immediately shoved their way out of the crowd and ran to the side of the street, retching loudly.

Ayrin was somewhat making fun of someone else's misfortune, but the instant the thick aroma surged into his nose, a burst of completely spontaneous shudders spread out from the depths of his body. He even felt that every muscle inside his body seemed to have transformed into extremely tiny particles, all of them vibrating, rubbing against each other.

A feeling occupied his entire consciousness, as if he'd been hungry for several days and several nights, so hungry his heart beat in extreme flurry.

His body started to ache from head to toe the next moment, his pair of feet shaking nonstop.

"Gulp." An audible clear and loud sound of swallowed saliva.

"Can I try?"

Ayrin's eyes stared fixedly at the pieces of golden fried pork chops, unable to shift away.

"No problem." The thoroughly red-faced boss immediately beamed like a blossoming flower when he saw a challenger come up, still not resigned. Moreover, it was even a thin and small young man. "Anyone can try, you only need to eat ten and everything will be free. But you have to eat ten chops in one go ok? My super mega giant fried pork chops are really tasty and crispy and juicy..."

The boss was in the middle of his excited speech, but then he heard a collective intake of breath.

"Nine chops... already nine..."

"Really amazing, does this guy have pure giant blood to be so good at eating?"

The boss turned his head to have a look and also became a little crazy. Ayrin had already swept clean these pork chops around him in the mere blink of an eye. Moreover, his belly bulged high, but his face still didn't seem satisfied.

"This comrade has a truly great appetite." The store's boss came back to his senses and gave Ayrin's shoulder a deeply meaningful pat, saying laughingly, "Really promising, you ate nine pieces in one go. In that case, then just eat the tenth chop. When you're done you can have it all free!"

Then he bent down and took the tenth pork chop from behind.

"This...?"

"That's a pork chop! That's also a pork chop?!"

"You're shameless!"

"Dishonest business!"

The surroundings stayed quiet for a mere second, then burst in curses overflowing the sky.

What the boss had taken out was an ultra giant pork chop several times bigger than even all the other nine chops added together. It was simply one half of a pig.

"Haha, it's not like I ever said the ten pork chops were all the same size, how's that shameless." The boss was exceptionally proud of himself. "Plus I run a small business, it's really not easy, everyone needs to be indulgent."

"What, he can even eat that?!"

However, his incredulous voice rang inside the commercial street not even one minute later.

Under the stare of countless disbelieving eyes, Ayrin finished eating that super giant fried pork chop, then rubbed his swollen belly. He said thanks to the dumbfounded boss, then he said another sentence that made everyone around almost faint to the ground, "Eh, where are my feet, why can't I see my feet."

As the era of dragons gradually came to an end, as arcane masters left countless riches and legends under the starry sky, one awakened youngster after another began to set foot on their journey.

In the mountains, Xia Jinyuan commanded the soldiers to stop the search through the headset.

That lass, seriously… Letting her hide properly and there she went leaving by herself without even notifying them. Was it that difficult to say goodbye before leaving?

"Captain Xia, shall we send someone down to the village to take a look if she has returned home safely?" After receiving the order, Liu Bing felt a little concerned. There were wild boars in the mountains… Hopefully, she was not injured by one.

Xia Jinyuan heard the voice through his headset. Looking at the sky that had already darkened, the edge of his lips hooked a little upwards to reveal a grin and he laughed, "No need. A clever fox will survive regardless of any environment. Return at once!"



"Return, return! Recover, on the double!"

There was no way of reporting back from the mountains orderly like when they were in the field. After the squad strength was accounted for, Xia Jinyuan led them to the direction of the military base under the sky which was gradually becoming darker.

The sun had already set in the west when the last golden ray traveled through the forest, casting a shadow of the man leading in the front. His figure was exquisite, just like a deity who had descended from the heavens.

His pace was steady, and every step he took would bring chills down the spine of any creature in sight. That was the twenty-year-old Xia Jinyuan, and on this very day, he met the fourteen-year-old Ye Jian.

For those two people, the encounter was nothing but an accident.

The forest in the mountains finally turned dark, and the village lights were switched on dimly.

In the nineties, even though the village might have been poor and lacking in technology advancements, they were the first village to tap into electrical power because of the support from the military.
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The nights during the spring were still a little cold, but that did not deter the villagers from heading to Auntie Qiu's house to watch television after putting on a thick coat.

Being the only family in the village to have a black and white television, her house would become very lively the moment when evening came.

While the villagers watched television, they would chat with one another.

Sun Dongqing's behavior became a topic of criticism that night after a whole day of baking. Fortunately, she was not around, otherwise, she would have jumped to create a ruckus by now.

The owner of the television, Auntie Qiu, spoke in annoyance in front of the villagers, "That Sun Dongqing truly is a bad egg! If not for me being around, that Jian lass won't even have a uniform to wear to school on Monday. And her school books were all locked by that woman in a room."

" You all might not have seen that Ying lass, but she jumped at me and softly called me a meddler. I've already seen it coming; that lass is too powerful. Wouldn't you say that someone like Jian lass who's passive and reserved is definitely not someone who can take on the mother and daughter on her own?"

While Ye Jian listened, she closed her eyes and revealed a slight grin on her face. In this life, everything will change from here on.

Although the sky was dark, the lights in Old Man Gen's house were not switched on. And other than him in the house, there were visitors.

"It's good that they were caught. I'll keep an eye on the village so all your attention can be put on those of utmost importance." Sitting comfortably on a chair in a dimly lit room, Old Man Gen's eyes were like a torch as he spoke deeply and slowly, "I'm old now, and I wish to find a successor after me."

"As for that, I've someone in mind, so there's no need to trouble the team."

Some audible breathing could be heard to have gone to a halt, and someone spoke respectfully, "It's good then. If you need anything from the team, you're free to contact us. It isn't early anymore, so we won't be staying any longer and disturb your rest. Goodbye."

After the speaker stood up, a luster in the dark could be seen coming from something gold on his shoulder. "Tomorrow, the team shall await your guidance."

"There are villagers trapping bamboo rats at the back of the mountains, so the lot of you should avoid heading anywhere near there." Old Man Gen did not stand to send them off but gave them a quick reminder. Once there was no one else in the house, he then stood quietly.

Ye Zhifan's house was becoming more and more inhospitable, as such, he had to head over to the village head's house.

Description

The newly rebirthed Ye Jian doesn’t need love! What she wants is to stand high up above other people and to look down on them in disdain!

To those who have bullied me; who have disgraced me: I will return all your favors one by one.

Ever since her rebirth, she used her reputation to eat, yet she became an extraordinary military soldier.

He was born into wealth and could obviously use his family to eat, yet he had to use his own skills to become the youngest general.

He took a fancy to her; she tried to avoid him.

“You need to have a taste of romance.” He said.

“Leave! What I need are bullets!” she angrily replied.

The strong and strong fight; the strong and strong compete. This is the story of a strong military couple.

Important, book not mines! All credit goes to the original owner! Only for the purpose of not wanting to see adds!

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