The subterranean dungeon beneath Zhang Tian's sprawling mansion was a polished jewel box designed to hold a bleeding heart. It defied the common expectations of captivity. It was not a damp, rat-infested cell forged from rusted iron and rotting straw. It lacked the stench of mildew and the chilling drafts of a forgotten oubliette. Instead, the space resembled a remarkably clean, softly illuminated botanical sanctuary buried far away from the light of the sun.
The walls of this subterranean chamber were a living tapestry. They were entirely coated in a thick, pulsating layer of ten-thousand-year-level Blood Silver Grass. These highly evolved, crimson vines were a masterpiece of natural manipulation, explicitly created and commanded by Ah Yin prior to the group's departure for Spirit City. The flora acted as both an impenetrable cage and a silent, ever-watchful warden. The red stalks glowed with a faint, internal bioluminescence, casting a permanent, bloody twilight over the smooth stone floor.
Thump. Thump.
The vines pulsed with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. The sound was a constant, maddening reminder that the room itself was alive, breathing and observing.
In the exact center of this botanical prison sat Xiao Wu. The once-vibrant rabbit girl, a spirit beast who had tasted the freedom of the human world, was now a stationary fixture within the glowing red room. Her delicate wrists and slender ankles were loosely bound by the soft, pliable vines. The restraints permitted a limited range of movement, allowing her to stretch her legs or shift her weight upon the cold stone, but they possessed a tensile strength that rivaled refined steel, preventing any realistic chance of escape.
She was kept remarkably well-fed and physically healthy. The automated, pre-programmed actions of the sentient grass managed her basic needs. The vines would slither forward carrying gourds of clean, fresh water and plates of nutritious, albeit tasteless, meals. The flora possessed a rudimentary consciousness, an artificial intelligence bestowed by the Blood Silver Empress, ensuring the captive did not perish from neglect. It had been a bit more than a month since she had been violently torn from the tournament grounds and thrown into this glowing red abyss.
However, her current attire was a deliberate, humiliating choice meant to break her pride like a dry twig snapped beneath a heavy boot. She was tied in a manner that forced her slender body into a display of helpless vulnerability, an arrangement designed to make her appear incredibly sexy to anyone who might enter the chamber.
She wore a highly revealing, tattered silk garment. The material was a pale pink, resembling the soft petals of a crushed flower. The fabric exposed the smooth, pale skin of her midriff, leaving her stomach entirely bare to the cool subterranean air. The precarious upper portion of the garment barely clung to the modest, youthful curves of her chest.
The strategic binding of the crimson vines played a crucial role in this degradation. The red stalks pulled her arms slightly backward, forcing her chest forward and upward, accentuating the delicate swell of her breasts. The lower vines wrapped tightly around her hips, highlighting the curve of her waist. It turned her captivity into an erotic, helpless display, transforming a proud warrior of Shrek Academy into a decorative ornament waiting for a master's appraisal.
Despite the meticulous physical care provided by the automated grass, the sheer psychological isolation of the past thirty days had taken a severe, devastating toll on her usually fiery, rebellious spirit.
A month of absolute silence had carved deep canyons of despair into her soul. She felt entirely cut off from the world, floating adrift in a void where time lost all meaning. Her mind, lacking any external stimulation, turned inward and began to feed upon itself. She was plagued by terrifying, vivid visions of what Zhang Tian might be doing to Tang San and her beloved friends while she sat helplessly in the dark.
'Xiao San... did you survive?' Xiao Wu thought, her internal voice a fragile, trembling whisper. 'Did he hurt you? Did he shatter your hammer? I should have fought harder. I should have drawn his attention away from you.'
Furthermore, she was deeply terrified of the blood-red grass surrounding her. The automated feeding process was a daily nightmare. The vines occasionally slithered across her bare skin with a cold, predatory intelligence. The touch felt like the caress of a starving serpent, sending violent shivers cascading down her spine. The silence of the room was so absolute that the mere rustling of the leaves made her heart race like a trapped bird beating its wings against a cage.
She craved a voice. She craved the sound of footsteps, the slam of a door, the chaotic noise of a bustling street. The isolation was a grinding wheel, slowly wearing away the edges of her sanity until only a raw, desperate need for interaction remained.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The distinct sound of heavy boots echoing down the spiral stone staircase broke the eternal silence.
Xiao Wu violently flinched. Her long, white rabbit ears, which had been drooping lifelessly, twitched nervously atop her head. Her wide, pink eyes darted toward the heavy iron door sealing her tomb. Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest heaving against the tight constraints of the crimson vines.
Clang. Creeeeak.
The heavy iron door clicked open. The rusted hinges let out a deep, metallic groan that sounded like music to her starved ears.
The imposing, handsome figure of Zhang Tian stepped into the crimson-lit chamber. He wore dark, expensive robes that absorbed the bloody light of the room. His icy blue eyes swept over the cell, coming to rest upon her bound figure. A dark, unreadable smirk played across his lips, an expression of arrogant supremacy.
Upon seeing him, a complex, shameful wave of profound relief washed over Xiao Wu. It was a sickening contradiction. This was the monster who had kidnapped her, the villain who had humiliated her friends and torn her from her chosen family. Yet, the crushing, silent isolation was a poison so potent that his arrival felt like an antidote. The terrible silence was finally broken by a familiar, breathing presence.
She hated him, but she needed him to speak. She needed him to acknowledge her existence, to prove that she had not simply faded into a ghost haunting a basement.
"You... you are finally back," Xiao Wu whispered.
Her voice was incredibly hoarse from disuse, the words scraping against her dry throat. Her large, pink eyes looked up at him. The gaze was devoid of the fierce, unyielding defiance she had displayed during the tournament. Instead, her eyes held a mixture of palpable fear and a desperate, pathetic reliance. She was a starving animal looking at the hand that held the whip, hoping the hand might also hold a scrap of food.
Zhang Tian stopped near the base of the stone staircase, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He stared down at her alluring, slender body, his gaze acting as a physical weight that made her skin burn with shame. He analyzed her broken state with the clinical precision of a scholar examining a fascinating insect pinned to a board.
"Did you miss me, little rabbit?" Zhang Tian asked.
His voice was a low, mocking drawl. The words carried a condescending amusement, rolling off his tongue like velvet sliding over jagged glass. He slowly descended the final few steps into the cell, his boots clicking rhythmically against the stone.
Xiao Wu swallowed hard. A lump of pure, condensed emotion lodged in her throat. Tears, born from a volatile mixture of fear, relief, and profound shame, pricked the corners of her eyes. The dam holding back her despair cracked, the isolation finally breaking her resolve.
"Can you... can you not leave me alone by the side of this terrifying grass for so long?" Xiao Wu begged, her voice trembling violently.
She looked at the writhing crimson vines coating the walls, genuine dread swimming in her pupils. She leaned forward against her bindings, straining toward him.
"I was so scared," she confessed, the tears finally spilling over her lashes and tracking down her pale cheeks. "The silence... it hurts. It screams in my ears. The vines touch me when I sleep, and I think they are going to eat me. You didn't come to meet me for an entire month like you used to do. You left me in the dark. I thought you forgot about me. I thought you left me down here to rot and turn into fertilizer for these weeds."
She desperately begged him, throwing away the last, fragile shreds of her Shrek Academy pride. The arrogant, feisty girl who loved to spar and brawl was dead, buried under thirty days of sensory deprivation.
"Please," Xiao Wu sobbed, her tears dripping onto her tattered silk garments. "Please, visit me more often. Talk to me. Scold me. Punish me. Just... do something. Or take me outside. Just for a minute. Let me see the sun. Let me feel the wind. I promise you, I won't run away. I won't fight back. Just don't leave me in the silence anymore. I cannot endure the silence."
Zhang Tian stopped a few feet away from her kneeling form. He did not offer a comforting smile or a reassuring word. He maintained his stance, his icy blue eyes sweeping over the exposed skin of her midriff and the precarious fabric covering her modest chest.
"You want me to take you out of this cell?" Zhang Tian asked coldly, his tone devoid of any warmth. "You want me to reward you with the sun and the wind? A captive does not make demands, little rabbit. You need to show some actual sincerity to convince me that you are truly obedient. Words are cheap wind. Actions hold weight."
He did not raise a hand or utter a verbal command. He simply directed his will toward the botanical network.
Rustle. Snap.
The sentient Blood Silver Grass binding her delicate wrists and slender ankles suddenly loosened. The vines unwrapped themselves with a snake-like fluidity, falling away to the stone floor. They retreated slightly, granting her physical freedom within the confines of the glowing red room.
Xiao Wu rubbed her chafed wrists, staring up at the towering man. She noticed the heat building in his icy blue eyes. She recognized the dark, predatory gaze sweeping hungrily over her revealing clothing. Having spent her life surrounded by the primal instincts of the forest, she knew exactly what kind of sincerity the red-haired monster was demanding.
He wanted a performance. He wanted her to degrade herself, to shed the last remnants of her dignity and offer her body for his amusement. He wanted her to dance to his tune.
A fierce, chaotic storm of shame warred against a mountain of absolute terror within her heart. The thought of behaving like a shameless courtesan repulsed her very soul. It was a betrayal of her own nature. Yet, the memory of the crushing, unending silence—the month spent staring at red leaves while her mind slowly unraveled—was a fear far greater than any physical humiliation. The silence was a void that promised to erase her identity entirely.
She was more afraid of the silence, so she made her choice. She did it quite willingly, sacrificing her pride upon the altar of desperation.
Trembling with a potent mixture of deep-seated shame and desperate, overwhelming submission, Xiao Wu reached her hands up to her chest. Her fingers hooked into the remaining, fragile fabric of her tattered pink silk garment.
Riiiip.
The silk tore with a fragile sigh, a sound that symbolized the final snapping of her resistance.
She willingly tore apart the upper clothing, the fabric falling away to expose her bare chest to the cool subterranean air. Her modest, youthful breasts were laid bare, the pink nipples pebbled from the sudden chill and the surging adrenaline racing through her veins. A profound flush of scarlet heated her cheeks, spreading down her neck to paint her chest in shades of embarrassment.
She dropped to the stone floor. She crawled across the cold surface on her hands and knees. She moved toward him slowly, her head bowed, resembling a domesticated pet seeking the meager affection of a cruel, demanding master. Her white rabbit ears lay flat against her hair, a universal sign of submission.
She reached his dark boots. She paused, taking a shaky breath, before looking up through her wet, trembling lashes. She bravely reached out, taking his large, calloused hands in her own trembling grip.
She guided his hands toward her own body. She placed his right hand directly over her bare breasts, pressing his palm against the soft, yielding flesh. She guided his left hand to rest firmly on the smooth, exposed curve of her waist.
"Please, master," Xiao Wu purred softly.
The words tasted like ash in her mouth, but she forced them out, lacing her tone with an artificial sweetness. She forced herself to be very obedient and highly seductive. She tilted her head, batting her eyelashes as she attempted to seduce him with her slender body at all costs to avoid returning to the silent isolation.
She pushed her chest upward, pressing her bare breasts firmly into his palm. She began to sway her hips, initiating a slow, kneeling dance right there on the cold stone. She rolled her shoulders, making her modest assets jiggle beneath his touch. She rubbed her cheek against his leg like a fawning feline, her actions a desperate plea for interaction.
"Is this the sincerity you desire, master?" Xiao Wu whispered, her voice trembling despite her seductive efforts. "I will dance for you. I will let you touch me wherever you please. Just look at me. Talk to me."
She swayed her torso, her hips rolling in a slow, rhythmic circle. The movement was clumsy, born of desperation rather than practiced skill, but the sheer, raw vulnerability of the act carried a potent allure.
"I have been a bad, disobedient rabbit in the past," Xiao Wu whimpered, tears mixing with the false, seductive smile on her face. She guided his hand from her waist, pulling it around to rest upon her firm backside. "You should punish me. Spank me, master. Spank my bubbly buttocks. Teach me a lesson so I never forget my place. Just don't lock the door again."
She leaned forward, pressing her face against his thighs, sticking her curvy backside out to present herself for his discipline. She wiggled her hips, actively inviting his striking hand, her pride completely reduced to ash.
She stood up slowly, her legs shaking. She was entirely naked now, the last scraps of silk discarded on the floor. She began to dance for him. She twirled in the center of the crimson-lit room, her bare feet padding softly against the stone. She raised her arms, framing her face, swaying her hips in wide arcs.
She executed all types of sexy movements, performing spins and dips that made her breasts jiggle and bounce. She ran her own hands down the curves of her waist, tracing the lines of her thighs, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. It was a frantic, pathetic display of a broken spirit trying to purchase a shred of company with her own flesh.
Zhang Tian stood motionless for a long moment, watching the tragic, erotic performance. His icy blue eyes drank in the sight of the proud Shrek student degrading herself for his amusement.
His hands weren't shy in the slightest. As she danced closer, twirling back into his reach, he reached out and grabbed her. He pulled her flush against his body. He began playing roughly with her beautiful body. His large hands roamed freely over her bare back, squeezing her buttocks with a bruising force before sliding upward to claim her breasts once more.
His thumbs aggressively tweaked her stiff, erect nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers with a pinching pressure that bordered on pain.
"Ah... mmph!"
Xiao Wu let out a breathless, pained moan, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her hands gripped his forearms, not to push him away, but to anchor herself as a wave of confusing, unwanted pleasure rippled through her captive body.
"You are quite the eager little slut today," Zhang Tian mocked.
He enjoyed the sensation of her soft skin trembling uncontrollably under his calloused fingertips. He relished the feeling of her rapid heartbeat thumping against his palm. He squeezed her breasts together, pushing the flesh upward as his gaze locked onto her flushed, tear-stained face.
"Dancing naked in a dungeon, begging for a spanking, calling me master... you truly have shed the pathetic morals of your human disguise," Zhang Tian taunted, his words designed to scrape against the raw wounds of her pride. "You are acting like a true beast in heat."
"Yes, master," Xiao Wu sobbed, leaning her weight entirely against him. She closed her eyes, seeking comfort in the very hands that degraded her. "I am your slut. Just keep talking to me. Tell me anything."
Zhang Tian's dark smirk widened into a cruel, victorious grin. The physical submission was entertaining, but the true prize was the impending destruction of her hope. He possessed a weapon far sharper than physical torture, and it was time to plunge the blade into her heart.
"Since you are so desperate for conversation," Zhang Tian whispered, leaning his head down.
He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He paused, letting the anticipation build, ensuring her attention was entirely focused on his impending words.
"While you were kept safe and fed in here, hiding away from the world," Zhang Tian revealed, his voice a low, lethal rumble, "your dear Tang San has been very busy in the forest."
Xiao Wu froze.
The seductive swaying of her hips halted instantly. The desperate, fawning expression on her face vanished, replaced by a mask of sudden, rigid shock. Her breath hitched, catching in her throat like a jagged stone. The mention of the boy she loved—the singular beacon of hope she had clung to during her month of isolation—was a jolt of electricity that bypassed her submissive act.
"Xiao San?" Xiao Wu asked, her voice cracking.
She pulled back slightly, creating an inch of space between their bodies so she could look into his eyes. Her pink eyes were wide, swirling with a desperate, frantic mixture of hope and terror.
"Is he... is he okay?" she pleaded, her hands gripping his robes tightly. "Did he escape? What did he do? Tell me he is safe."
Zhang Tian looked down at her hopeful, tear-streaked face. He felt a profound surge of sadistic satisfaction. The higher she raised her hopes, the more devastating the fall would be.
"Oh, he is safe and he found a way to become much stronger," Zhang Tian replied smoothly.
His words acted as a poisoned dagger plunging directly into her fragile heart. He spoke with the measured, deliberate cadence of a storyteller delivering a tragic finale.
"He returned to the core zone of the Star Dou Great Forest," Zhang Tian continued, his hands slowly releasing her breasts to grip her shoulders, holding her firmly in place. "And he managed to convince your spirit beast little brothers, Er Ming and Da Ming, to sacrifice themselves."
The words hung in the crimson-lit air, a sequence of sounds that refused to align with reality.
"What?" Xiao Wu breathed, her eyes losing focus.
"He made them become his spirit rings," Zhang Tian revealed, watching her expression with intense, sadistic delight. Every microscopic shift of her facial muscles, every tremor of her lip, was a feast for his dark amusement. "He convinced the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python to burn their ancient cultivation. They surrendered their lives, their souls, and their bodies to him. And he took their precious hundred-thousand-year spirit bones to strengthen his own ruined spirit."
Xiao Wu was absolutely shocked. Her mind entirely rejected the horrifying narrative. It was an impossibility. It was a nightmare woven from lies. Her brothers were the ancient lords of the forest, invincible titans who bowed to no one. And Tang San... Tang San was kind, righteous, and honorable. He loved her. He knew how much she cherished her forest family. He would never, ever ask for their lives to fuel his own ambition.
"No," Xiao Wu whispered, shaking her head slowly.
"No!" her voice rose to a frantic, hysterical shout. She pushed against his chest, her bare feet slipping on the stone floor. "No! You are lying! You are a liar! A monster! Xiao San would never do that! He would never hurt Da Ming and Er Ming!"
"I have no need to lie to a captive," Zhang Tian chuckled darkly, a sound completely devoid of empathy. "Lies are tools for the weak. I deal entirely in absolute truths."
He did not argue with her. He did not raise his voice to shout her down. He chose a far more devastating method of persuasion.
Zhang Tian raised his right hand. He channeled a steady stream of his dense spirit power, connecting his will to the vast, omniscient network of the Blood Silver Grass. He pulled the recorded visual data from his spiritual sea, projecting a highly detailed, three-dimensional visual construct directly onto the blank, smooth stone wall of the dungeon.
The crimson vines coating the wall parted like a curtain, creating a natural screen for the projection.
FZZZT.
The visual flared to life.
He showed her the undeniable, irrefutable proof through the silent, spiritual vision that had been faithfully recorded and shared by the Blood Silver Grass network rooted in the mud of the core zone. The projection was a flawless, crystal-clear playback of the tragic events that had transpired weeks ago.
The projection displayed the damp, gloomy clearing near the Lake of Life. The image was silent, lacking any audio, making the visual tragedy seem even more surreal and horrifying.
Xiao Wu's breath caught in her throat. She recognized her home immediately.
The projection showed the massive, imposing forms of the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python. Her brothers. Da Ming and Er Ming. They stood near the muddy bank, their massive bodies dominating the frame.
Then, the visual shifted. It showed Tang San sitting cross-legged on the earth, looking exhausted but determined.
Xiao Wu watched in mounting, paralyzing horror as the silent tragedy unfolded before her eyes. She saw Er Ming throw his massive head back in a silent roar. She saw the colossal ape's physical form ignite with a blinding, blood-red aura. The projection captured the agonizing, beautiful disintegration of the Titan Giant Ape, his massive body breaking down into millions of glowing red particles.
"Er Ming..." Xiao Wu whimpered, reaching a trembling hand toward the cold stone wall, as if she could pull her brother from the illusion.
The projection continued without mercy. The blood-red light flowed like a river, pouring directly into the meditating figure of Tang San. She saw the Clear Sky Hammer materialize in his hand, bearing the three humiliating white rings. She watched the red energy swirl and condense, forging a massive, bloody halo that settled firmly over the weapon, entirely eclipsing the white rings.
The scene shifted slightly, cutting to the subsequent sacrifice.
She saw Da Ming, the wise and ancient serpent, rise from the lake. The projection captured his majestic form dissolving into a towering pillar of pure, swirling azure and golden light. The ancient essence of the Sky Azure Bull Python followed the path of his brother, flowing directly into the human youth. A second red ring formed, joining the first to create a dual halo of apocalyptic power around the dark metal hammer.
Although this spiritual vision didn't include any sound, making it impossible to know exactly what Tang Hao and Tang San had spoken about prior to the rituals, the physical reality remained brutally, undeniably clear. Her brothers had not been killed in battle; they had willingly surrendered their existence, pouring their ancient cultivation into the vessel of the boy she loved.
The visual presentation ended with a final, lingering image. It showed Tang San standing tall amidst the ruined clearing. He held the dark, lightning-wreathed Clear Sky Hammer aloft. The weapon was adorned with two brilliant, hundred-thousand-year red spirit rings that pulsed with a terrifying, tyrannical pressure. His face, illuminated by the red glow, was a mask of cold, resolute determination.
FZZZT.
Zhang Tian closed his hand, and the projection vanished. The crimson vines slithered back into place, covering the blank stone wall, returning the dungeon to its bloody twilight.
Xiao Wu collapsed.
Her knees hit the cold stone floor with a dull thud. She fell back onto her heels, her body going entirely limp as though the strings holding her upright had been violently severed. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, muffling the agonizing, broken sob that tore from her throat.
She stared at the empty wall, her wide, unblinking eyes reflecting the crimson glow of the grass.
Her entire world was shattering into a million irreparable pieces. The shards of her reality cut deeply into her soul, leaving her bleeding and hollow.
She was entirely distraught. Fat, heavy tears streamed continuously down her pale cheeks, splashing onto her bare thighs. The realization set in, a cold, suffocating tide that drowned her sanity.
Her brothers were dead.
Da Ming and Er Ming, the ancient guardians who had protected her since she was a fragile hatchling, the titans who had offered her unconditional love and shelter in a dangerous world, were gone. They had been reduced to floating halos of light and pieces of bone.
And the cruelest, most agonizing truth of all: they had been slaughtered to forge weapons for the boy she had sworn to protect. Tang San, the youth who had promised to shield her from the greed of the human world, was now wearing the corpses of her family to bolster his own strength. He had consumed their ancient essence to repair his broken hammer.
The foundation of her love, the bedrock of her existence, was violently uprooted like a fragile sapling caught in the fury of a hurricane. Her belief in Tang San's righteous nature, his unwavering honor, and his pure heart was incinerated. It left behind a gaping, endless void of profound betrayal and absolute, crushing despair. The boy she loved was a parasite who had fed upon the blood of her kin.
"Ah... ahhhh!"
Xiao Wu let out a high-pitched, agonizing wail. It was the sound of a wounded animal mourning its slaughtered pack. She wrapped her arms around her own naked torso, hugging herself tightly as violent tremors racked her slender frame. She rocked back and forth on her heels, her mind retreating into a dark, impenetrable corner to escape the agony of the truth.
Her distraught, broken face, twisted in a mask of pure agony, made Zhang Tian smile.
A wide, victorious grin spread slowly across his handsome features. His icy blue eyes danced with a dark, triumphant amusement as he stood over her weeping form. He witnessed the complete, undeniable collapse of her spirit, savoring the emotional destruction like a connoisseur tasting a rare, vintage wine. This was the true victory. Physical subjugation was a simple task, but shattering the bedrock of a captive's hope required a master's touch.
He had successfully severed her final tether to the outside world. Tang San was no longer her savior; he was the butcher of her family. She had nothing left to cling to, no hope of rescue, no beacon to guide her through the dark. She was an empty vessel, waiting to be filled with whatever obedience he demanded.
Zhang Tian reached forward. His large, strong hand shot out, his fingers grabbing her delicate chin in a vice-like grip.
He squeezed her jaw tightly, halting her frantic rocking. He forced her head up, making her tear-streaked face look directly into his cruel, smiling eyes. Her pink eyes were glazed over, swimming in a sea of unending sorrow.
He didn't offer a word of comfort. He leaned down and kissed her lips greedily.
It was a harsh, dominating kiss. He forced his tongue past her trembling lips, invading her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears and the bitter tang of her despair. He ravaged her oral cavity, asserting his absolute, undeniable ownership over her broken form. She didn't fight back; her arms hung limply at her sides, her spirit too shattered to muster a single ounce of resistance.
While his mouth bruised her lips, his hands continued their assault. He reached down, his fingers gripping her exposed breasts mercilessly. He kneaded the soft flesh with a rough, punishing rhythm. He pinched her erect nipples sharply between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting the sensitive peaks to elicit physical sensation from her numb body.
"Mmph... ahh..."
Xiao Wu let out a series of pained, highly confused moans against his lips. The physical stimulation clashed violently with her mental agony, creating a chaotic short-circuit in her nervous system. She was a rabbit girl whose will had just been permanently, flawlessly shattered, reduced to nothing more than a weeping, shivering plaything entirely at the mercy of the man who had orchestrated the destruction of her world.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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