[Item · Mobile City Core]
[Place of Origin: Arknights]
[Description: The core of a mobile city that was never completed. As plans for the mobile city were gradually restructured into modular land blocks, this core sat idle and never served its intended purpose. On the eve of its scheduled dismantlement, you fished it out of the information stream of the Primordial River.]
[Effect: Can serve as one of the raw materials for the Base · Mobile City. When used as a forging target under the Spirituality Path · Artificer, it will gain additional effects.]
So he'd gone and played the role of a glorified scavenger?
Anthony stared at the Mobile City Core looming before him — several meters tall, wide, and long — and scratched the back of his head, a little uncertain.
Then again, when he thought about it, this wasn't exactly his first rodeo as a junk collector. After all, with his [The Angler] ability, he'd pulled up everything imaginable from the depths — fish were practically the least of it.
…Ah, forget it. Being a scavenger is the right call.
Sighing to himself with a kind of wistful acceptance, Anthony activated his [Soul Forging] ability. Instantly, a torrent of analytical data materialized before him, and at the end of it all, one crystal-clear conclusion emerged.
[This item can serve as the primary material for forging a Forge Core.]
[Proceed with forging? You may choose to spend an additional 5,000 points to enhance the results of this forging session.]
Anthony glanced at his balance — a comfortable 30,000-plus points remaining — and waved his hand without hesitation.
Build it. Go big or go home!
In an instant, including the blueprint costs, a total of fifteen thousand points drained from Anthony's account like water down a drain. In their place, a brilliant azure flame — the burning light of his soul — gradually kindled in his hands.
[Forging has begun.]
[The temporary status · Artificer's Might will be applied to ensure the success of this forging session.]
In that moment, it was as though an inexhaustible power from beyond the stars came pouring down, flooding into the massive Mobile City Core before him.
Then — one strike of the hammer.
"CLANG——"
The thunderous ring resounded like a great bell being struck. Then — another blow!
Unlike the casual, toy-crafting feeling he'd had when forging the [Ritual Shrine], this time — with points spent through the chat group — Anthony truly felt it.
This was the Artificer's power. The power to reshape heaven and earth itself.
To regard all of creation as raw material. To see every thing under heaven as common clay, to be hammered and beaten into shape, to have great force applied until it bent to the will of the maker's heart!
Such immensity. Such magnificent, awe-inspiring grandeur.
The bright white day — the sun itself pressed into service as a furnace.
For a moment, Anthony was completely lost in an almost intoxicated state, as though the entire world lay cupped in the palm of his hand. He could perceive the underlying structure of reality with perfect clarity, and bend it, adjust it, reshape it until it conformed entirely to his wishes.
In those few brief seconds, Anthony understood — this was the effect of the temporary status [Artificer's Might].
He hesitated no longer. The soul-flame was released in full, blazing against the Mobile City Core before him.
A full half-hour later, Anthony finally and somewhat reluctantly withdrew from that extraordinary state of mind.
At the same time, he looked at what had once been a Mobile City Core and was now a land-going battleship — and his chest flooded with excitement.
This was his true reward for fifteen thousand points spent.
His very own, one-of-a-kind — Forge Core!
[Please name your Forge Core.]
"Uh, a name… Let's call it the Styx Ark."
Anthony smacked his forehead as he looked at the enormous hull before him, then spoke those words aloud and immediately began reviewing the Forge Core's effects.
[Forge Core · Styx Ark]
[Current Artificer Level: 1 (Artificer Level will increase as the Forge Core's facilities are filled and the host is upgraded.)]
[The following forging blueprints are now available to unlock: Artificer's Body Series, Basic Resource Extraction Series, Forge Core Upgrade Series.]
[Current Forge Core footprint: approximately ten thousand square meters.]
[Facilities within the Forge Core: Angler's Throne (Bronze).]
[Effect: Within the Forge Core, forging loss is reduced by 10%. Additionally, because a mobile city was used as the foundational forging material for this Forge Core, this Forge Core gains a special effect.]
[You may pilot the Forge Core · Styx Ark to move through the Primordial River. Furthermore, this Forge Core may enter other worlds via World Traversal, though a two-hour time limit applies and additional points must be consumed.]
[At its current size, the Forge Core will consume 500 points per day for routine maintenance within the Primordial River.]
Anthony skimmed that last line and dismissed it without a second thought.
Five hundred points? Pocket change. Once the facilities on the Forge Core multiplied, it'd more than pay for itself.
He was pulling in 3,000 points a day already. He could cover it no problem.
What really caught Anthony's attention was the Forge Core's special effect.
"This thing can actually sail into other worlds?"
"As expected of a Mobile City Core!"
Just reading that one effect, Anthony's mind immediately began spinning with possibilities — and his expression lit up with visible, barely-contained excitement.
You had to understand: the three great dreams of any man were to command a warship, to pilot a Gundam, and to transform into pure light.
Anthony absolutely loved this thing.
With a single thought, he was instantly aboard the [Angler's Throne (Bronze)] at the deepest point of the Forge Core, gazing down at the shimmering, kaleidoscopic waters of the Primordial River below. In that moment, he felt as though the Forge Core was an extension of his own limbs — every operation flowed naturally and without resistance.
Just as he was about to check the newly unlocked blueprints, he suddenly smacked his forehead and remembered something he hadn't done yet.
"Oh right, how could I almost forget about you!"
He reached into his pocket and produced the shard of Muzan, and Anthony smiled.
Still a little hazy in there… but that's not a problem.
Guided by his fundamental belief in putting people first, Anthony generously fed Muzan a trickle of soul energy to bring his consciousness back to a slightly more coherent state.
At the same time, he set to work forging the [Angler's Auxiliary Throne].
2,000 points to unlock, 8,000 points to forge — just like that, another ten thousand points gone. But Anthony didn't feel the slightest twinge of heartache.
These were military expenses. Non-negotiable.
So, after installing the [Angler's Auxiliary Throne] at the edge of the Styx Ark, Anthony patiently forged away and waited for Muzan to regain consciousness.
"Cough, cough…"
In the depths of his long unconsciousness, Muzan felt as though a stream of sweet, cool spring water had been poured into his mouth.
In an instant, his entire mind felt as though it had been washed clean.
And so, Kibutsuji Muzan slowly became aware of his senses returning, his consciousness gradually swimming back toward the surface… He opened the single eye embedded in his shard and stared outward in bleary confusion — then heard a voice.
"You're awake? The surgery was a great success. You're no longer human."
Kibutsuji Muzan turned his gaze toward the voice and found Anthony standing nearby, holding a scalpel, his face etched with something that looked unmistakably like regret. Muzan couldn't help but feel a chill crawl up what remained of his spine.
Why is this guy here?!
"Such a shame, really… I was hoping to figure out the fundamental mechanism behind demon physiology, but unfortunately my research wasn't conclusive."
Anthony collected the scraps of flesh he'd cut from Muzan, shaking his head with genuine disappointment. Then, with a small laugh, he added:
"Still, you're looking pretty good, all things considered. At least your physical form is slowly regenerating. That self-healing vitality is decent, I'll give you that."
"You… what exactly do you want? Where is this place? And who in the hell are you?!"
Kibutsuji Muzan thrashed violently, only to find he couldn't move a single inch. He screamed.
"Easy, easy. Relax."
Anthony's face bore a gentle, benevolent smile. He spoke softly: "Me? I'm just a perfectly ordinary Artificer."
"And as for you… Kibutsuji Muzan, welcome to my Forge Core. Now, let me ask you something first…"
"Do you want to shine and burn bright?"
"Shine and burn bright?"
Muzan blinked, apparently unable to follow what the other man was saying. Anthony nodded vigorously.
"Exactly. Shine and burn bright. Contribute your value — and in return, you get what you've always wanted. Let me think… eternal life, and never having to fear sunlight again. That's right, isn't it? I can give you both!"
"R-really?"
Kibutsuji Muzan stared at Anthony, his mind still struggling to process what was happening, utterly at a loss for what the man was actually selling.
"Of course it's real. More real than a pearl in an oyster."
Anthony said with complete sincerity: "All you have to do is fully contribute your value!"
"Then… what do I need to do? I'm not exactly in a position to contribute anything in this state, am I?"
Kibutsuji Muzan attempted to assess his current condition — but then he saw Anthony stand up, turn toward him, and slowly shake his head.
"No, no, Muzan. This is actually the ideal state."
Anthony said those words, then continued: "A fine gem like yourself — in this condition, you're nothing short of perfect… Now, come with me."
He reached out and picked up Kibutsuji Muzan. And then — Kibutsuji Muzan saw it.
A toilet?!
What the hell is THAT?!
"Wait! I don't need any of this! Let me go! LET ME GO!"
On pure instinct, Kibutsuji Muzan felt an overwhelming surge of existential dread. He screamed — only to hear Anthony's light, easy chuckle in response.
"Easy there, Muzan. We Artificers are the most people-oriented professionals there are."
He said it with absolute conviction. Then, gently, he released Muzan.
And so, Kibutsuji Muzan watched helplessly as he dropped straight into the toilet. The next instant, past the water in the bowl, he felt as though he'd been plunged into a cramped, overcrowded tank…
But what awaited him in that tank was not suffocation.
It was endless, relentless fire.
The flames scorched and seared the very life of Kibutsuji Muzan, wringing from him a piercing, agonized scream.
Every moment. Without pause. Without end.
Like the Avici Hell itself — and it would continue for eternity.
At the same time, as though sensing the addition of fuel, the [Angler's Auxiliary Throne] let out a satisfied, resonant hum. Anthony pulled up a display screen, and looking upon the [Angler's Auxiliary Throne] now operating at full capacity, he broke into a brilliant grin.
Then, thoughtfully, he knocked on the lid of the tank and spoke to Kibutsuji Muzan inside:
"Don't worry, Muzan. Your two wishes — we've decided to grant them both in one shot! How's that for a surprise?"
"There's no day or night in here, so you'll never have to worry about the threat of sunlight ever again — because there simply is no sun in this place!"
"And as for that eternal life you wanted — well, that's guaranteed too… because if you die, that would be a catastrophic loss of revenue!"
Anthony declared this with the air of a man standing on the highest moral ground — then, suddenly, his tone shifted into something almost sheepish:
"It's just… could I ask you to work the 9-9-6 lifestyle for just a little while longer? Not for long. Roughly until… your next life?"
There was no response from inside the tank — Anthony had specifically muted all sound from within.
Well. Looks like no objections.
I'll take that as automatic consent, then!
Anthony nodded to himself with satisfied approval, then got to work adjusting the parameters of the [Angler's Auxiliary Throne].
Honestly, with Muzan in there as fuel, this thing was practically a perpetual motion machine at this point.
Anthony's thinking was simple. He configured the [Angler's Auxiliary Throne] to continuously fish for items from the [Cyberpunk] side — hoping to reel in some Singularity-tier technology every now and then. Anything that wasn't Singularity technology was set to auto-recycle.
After the auto-recycle processed, roughly 5% of the points gained flowed back into the [Angler's Auxiliary Throne] to replenish Muzan's soul energy and vitality.
Just like that, the cost cycle became fully self-sustaining. The production line was designed. The output had already been factored directly into the revenue projections.
As for yield — Anthony ran a rough calculation and found that daily net income was a whopping two thousand points. He couldn't help but feel a surge of deeply satisfied approval.
Not bad at all, Muzan. Who knew there was this much left to squeeze out of you?
If there's an Employee of the Year award at year-end, you've definitely earned a nomination!
Now, even if Anthony did absolutely nothing, his daily net income already exceeded 4,500 points. If he put in a little effort and fished actively, he could pull in around seven thousand points in a single day.
It was only now, truly, that Anthony finally felt like he had a stable, sustainable source of points.
As he reflected on all this with quiet satisfaction, Anthony casually took a screenshot and posted it to the group chat.
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: [Screenshot]]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: @Demon King's Strictest Father — I've taken care of Kibutsuji Muzan. You can rest easy knowing he'll never make a comeback.]
[Demon King's Strictest Father: Understood. Thank you. But this is… what exactly?]
[AAA City Ghost Girl: Is that a flush toilet?]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: Yep, a flush toilet. An auto-fishing rig. Gets a hundred kilometers per Kibutsuji Muzan. Pretty cool, right?]
[Frieren, Warrior of the Slow Passage: ?]
[Frieren, Warrior of the Slow Passage: Hiss… Actually, now that you mention it, that does sound kind of interesting.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: Right?]
[Let Night City Burn: No, even Night City doesn't have something like this…]
[Demon King's Strictest Father: So, you're saying… Muzan is trapped inside that thing?]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: Yep. Want to say hi? Though he's a bit busy on the clock right now — on a shift with no end time.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: If you want to say hi, I can clock him out for a minute.]
[Demon King's Strictest Father: That won't be necessary.]
At the same time, within the Demon Slayer Corps, Yoriichi Tsugikuni — who had typed out that last message — felt an enormous wave of shock wash over him.
He suddenly had the thought: perhaps back then, simply sending Muzan to his death would actually have been a mercy for that heinous, evil-drenched creature.
Letting Anthony handle it… was a fate worse than death.
But after thinking it over carefully, Yoriichi Tsugikuni typed out another message to Anthony anyway.
[Demon King's Strictest Father: That said — well done.]
[Demon King's Strictest Father: Under absolutely no circumstances should you release him. Feel free to lift the lid and check on his condition from time to time. Do not show mercy. There is no need for such feelings toward someone like him.]
[Demon King's Strictest Father: You may also play recordings of the atrocities he committed during his lifetime, on a continuous loop — until he shows genuine remorse.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: Damn, I'm starting to feel like you might be a little more extreme than me… Anyway, let's move on from that topic.]
After reading Yoriichi Tsugikuni's messages, Anthony's eyes lit up at first.
Hiss, that does sound kind of interesting — he'd genuinely never tried that before… wait, hold on!
Then, as realization caught up with him, Anthony felt a quiet jolt of alarm in his heart.
How had his moral sensibilities slipped this far without him even noticing… Ahem, ahem. It had to be Yoriichi's influence.
Time to change the subject.
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: @Let Night City Burn — Next up, let's deal with your situation.]
[Let Night City Burn: Hm? You've already wrapped everything up on your end?]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: Yeah, pretty much.]
Anthony swept his gaze across the vast but empty expanse of the Forge Core and let out a sigh, then began typing.
There was plenty more he could do with the Forge Core, honestly — but the obvious problem was that Anthony simply didn't have enough points left.
One Forge Core and one Angler's Auxiliary Throne had cost a grand total of twenty-five thousand points.
Anthony was left with only 5,000 points to his name.
He had every intention of continuing to develop it — turning the Forge Core into an unfathomably massive super-factory — but the points simply weren't there.
Flat broke!
Anthony, once again acquainting himself with the suffocating pressure known as poverty, made his decision after only a brief moment of internal wrestling.
Forget it. Overthinking it won't help.
Let's just go and pull off one hell of a job, brothers.
So, having cheerfully arrived at his decision, Anthony resolved that before continuing to upgrade the Forge Core, he would first find a way to contact David Martinez, resurrect him — and then ride alongside him through Night City, running riot as a pair of cyber-bandits until they'd scraped together enough points.
Besides, he had a feeling that for the upcoming trip into 2077, the [Forge Core · Styx Ark] might just come in handy.
Setting aside the final effect — the ability to drop a literal warship into a world — just that long list of forging blueprints alone made Anthony feel like he was already sitting pretty.
The [Artificer's Body] series was obviously some kind of physical enhancement. If he could get that onto David before they went raiding, their combat capability would be more than enough.
And the [Resource Extraction Series]… that was a gift arriving right on schedule. After David finished looting, every scrap and leftover could be recycled through it — not a single credit wasted.
Once they'd banked enough from that first run, they could start upgrading both systems in parallel… now that was how you fight a war on a war's budget.
All in all, the plan was beautiful. All that was left was to execute it in the 2077 world — and resurrect David along the way.
Which brought him to the actual problem: how exactly to resurrect David.
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: The current issue is that we still need to scrape together the 100,000 points for your resurrection.]
[Let Night City Burn: Yeah, that's true… I mean, I did agree to help pull this job, but it's kind of a prerequisite that I actually be able to do something, right?]
[Let Night City Burn: At the end of the day, I'm still a ghost with no ability to physically interact with the outside world.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: Hey, hold on — something just occurred to me.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: Even if you can't directly interfere for now, Lucy should be able to, right?]
[Let Night City Burn: ? Wait —]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: David, you know what I'm getting at.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: And don't worry — I have a comprehensive plan in place to guarantee her safety. On top of that, the final call rests entirely with you and Lucy.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: So — what are your thoughts?]
[Let Night City Burn: I… let me ask Lucy's opinion first.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: That works for me. I'll head over in person and transfer soul energy to you face-to-face, so you can actually meet with Lucy.]
[Lord of the White Holy Throne: While I'm at it, I'll walk you through the specifics — what we're stealing, who we're stealing from, how we pull it off. We need a solid plan.]
[Let Night City Burn: Okay.]
Well… that was about as settled as it was going to get.
Anthony stroked his chin, musing to himself as he read the group chat messages.
In truth, he wasn't particularly worried about Lucy's answer. He was a hundred percent confident he could bring her around — and beyond that, he had every preparation in place to ensure Lucy wouldn't run into any unexpected trouble.
In that case — everything was ready. All that was missing was the final step.
Time to head into the Cyberpunk world… Come on then. Let's burn Night City to the ground.
So, the next instant, Anthony instinctively clicked on the avatar of his incarnation, Po — intending to send him back into the Arknights world for another detour through the 2077 next door. But in the very next second, he caught himself, and a flicker of hesitation crossed his face.
Hmm… that doesn't quite work, does it.
He scratched his head, suddenly remembering: Po's established identity in the open was still the Thirteenth of the Sisuitai bloodline — and on top of that, he'd disappeared without a trace just recently. If he vanished again so soon…
Anthony couldn't speak for anyone else, but he was pretty sure Sisuitai was going to completely lose it.
Factoring in Sisuitai's blood pressure and all the cascading complications that might follow, Anthony ultimately changed his mind.
Fine. Po's died on the clock enough times already. Time to pinch out a new Angler individual.
He obligingly navigated into his [The Angler] ability tree and, after a bit of browsing, located the Stand ability upgrade for [Dimensional Fishing].
Now that he was actually looking carefully — he hadn't noticed before, but his Stand's growth potential was a staggering A-rank.
Precisely because of that A-rank growth potential, the points required to expand the Angler's individual capacity for the first time weren't actually that steep — a mere three thousand was enough.
So, after spending 3,000 points, Anthony looked at his remaining balance of 2,000 and silently mourned his poverty for exactly one second. The very next moment, he watched as a brand-new Angler individual took shape before him. He studied it in quiet contemplation for a while, then bestowed upon it a new face.
A figure appeared before him: golden hair, blue eyes, and at the corner of the brow — a mark that looked remarkably like a cybernetic implant scar.
Anthony deliberated briefly, then gave it a name.
"Change of plans. We're going to loot Night City clean."
"I'll call you… Smith."
The next moment, Anthony swept his hand down — [Soul Splitting] activated, and the eyes of Smith standing before him came alive with a spark of awareness. Anthony then shifted the primary weight of his consciousness into Smith.
[World Traversal] — activated.
Once more, accompanied by that same overwhelming, club-to-the-back-of-the-head dizziness, Anthony hurtled toward the Cyberpunk 2077 world.
And in the group chat, new text appeared.
[World Traversal in progress detected. The target world of this World Traversal contains a group member whose resurrection tournament has not yet been completed.]
[Assessing current conditions… Conditions met. Issuing Emergency Support Mission. Mission reward has been updated to reflect the current needs of the group member.]
[Support Mission · Save Private David]
[Mission Overview: It's time to bring liberation to David's soul — and then, make a grand, glorious debut on the stage of Night City!]
[Mission Reward: 50,000 points, one-time-use item · Skill Adaptation Device (Can remodel one skill into a form compatible with your own abilities).]
Night City.
The pinnacle of Night City remained, as always, ablaze in splendor. Red lights, green neon, the glow of a thousand signs flooding the sky above the city in dazzling, gaudy brilliance.
And yet — those neon lights never reached into the sewers below. They never touched the rats, or the bodies slowly rotting in the dark, gnawed at and forgotten. The corpses no one cared about.
This was Night City — a city made for "revelry" and "legend."
For the last time, Lucy looked out over the city she had come to know so intimately, from her perch on the windowsill. She was silent for a long while. The tip of her slender cigarette scattered small sparks into the night air.
At last, she flicked the cigarette butt away and turned back inside, restless and agitated.
It had been a month since she'd returned to Night City from the Moon.
Thinking back over how she had spent that month, Lucy couldn't help but let out — from the very bottom of her heart — a long, slow breath of exhaustion. A shadow of melancholy settled in her eyes.
For the past month, she had been searching for any trace of David.
Always. Always searching.
But where are you, David?
She tilted her head back, as though she could see through the sky above — long since too polluted to be anything but murky — and catch a glimpse of David, wherever he might be.
A month. Ever since that moment on the rocket, when she had tossed her earring to David and watched him disappear with it — an entire month had passed.
And from the moment it happened, Lucy had held to one belief, deep in the core of herself.
David was alive. Somewhere out there.
Somewhere, waiting for her. Somewhere, looking for her.
Even though she had witnessed David's death with her own eyes, right there in that moment — Lucy still carried this feeling. This conviction. Or perhaps it was simply hope.
She needed that hope desperately, no matter how fragile or distant it seemed.
But a month of searching had gradually left Lucy feeling something else entirely: exhaustion. Bewilderment.
It was so impossibly hard to find.
In Night City, even tracking down a living person was a needle-in-a-haystack nightmare — let alone what Lucy was searching for.
A dead man.
Like the freedom she had once chased — all of it, in the end, had turned out to be nothing more than a mirage reflected in still water.
She lowered her gaze, and thought she could still make out the cigarette butt she'd dropped moments ago, swallowed by the neon haze of the streets below.
Then she turned away, her silhouette carrying the weight of fatigue and loneliness, and walked back to her apartment door.
…It's late, Lucy.
Time to sleep. You can get up tomorrow and keep looking.
She tried to comfort herself with those words — but the hollow ache in her chest was impossible to ignore.
David… where could you possibly be? Or was what I saw that day — was that truly the end of you? Was it nothing at all?
Even this last, fragile hope — was it going to be taken from her too?
She laughed at herself internally, then stood in front of her apartment door.
Just as she was about to press her finger to the scanner — Lucy paused.
She heard it. A soft, murmuring sound coming from inside her apartment. Voices. And somehow — familiar.
No, there shouldn't be anyone she knew coming over today… had someone broken in?
In an instant, Lucy's brow furrowed. Her eyes sharpened with wary alertness. She stood at the door and listened carefully to what was coming from inside:
"It's fine, trust me. This job is not going to go sideways!"
"Once Lucy gets back — ahem, once the cyber-widow… gets back — we just explain everything."
"Don't worry about the combat side of things. Isn't that what I'm here for? Let me tell you, the cybernetics you guys use around here are way too basic. And all that Cyberpsychosis business? Wait till you see what I call Artificer-grade tech. Transcendent technology, kid!"
"Our advanced Artificer science has already left primitive Cyberpunk implants in the dust!"
What in the world?
Lucy stood there, listening to the incessant rambling of some unfamiliar man babbling away on the other side of her door — and felt her brain genuinely short-circuit for a moment.
She almost snapped entirely out of the emotional fog she'd been in.
The more she thought about it, the more her irritation built — until she couldn't hold it back anymore.
At last, she took one deep breath — then pressed her fingerprint to the scanner and, using her hacking skills, instantly hijacked the access to her apartment's camera feed.
The next instant, she froze completely. As if the entire world had lost all meaning. A strange, almost electric sensation surged from the soles of her feet all the way to the top of her skull.
She didn't even notice that the door — unlocked by the fingerprint scan — had already begun to slowly swing open.
And so, the boy inside and the girl outside came to face each other in a slow, unhurried gaze.
Lucy withdrew from the camera feed. Slightly dazed, she swept a glance at the blond man sitting on her couch wearing an expression of pure, guileless innocence — then shifted her gaze directly to the boy sitting beside him, wearing that familiar smile: awkward at the edges, but warm and earnest and utterly radiant.
Without even meaning to, she felt tears threatening to fall.
Finally, in a voice that trembled despite itself, she whispered:
"David?"
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