The Daily Life of the Demon King

Alex stopped looking at the villain's crushed corpse beneath him and simply shook his head. He was slightly disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see this so-called villain, the one Rebecca had killed—especially since the fool had wasted time on dramatic speeches instead of jumping straight into battle.

Patience was never Rebecca's strong suit, and it drained especially fast when she got bored or tired of listening to someone talk. Alex had witnessed more than once how she attacked someone simply because their conversation had become dull.

Casting one last glance at the villain's remains, Alex shifted his focus to the people from Ryozanpaku. He had already spotted Hayato Furinji, the judo master Akisame, the karateka Sasaki, the old pervert Kensei, the silent Shigure with her adorable pet Tachimaru, and the good-natured powerhouse Apachai. Along with the masters were Kenichi, Miu, and Renka. What truly surprised Alex, however, was the fact that Kenichi's parents had managed to survive.

His gaze continued scanning the fighters: the boxer Takeda, his judo friend—whose name Alex could never quite remember—then Kisara, Kaname, and the group of girls known as the "Valkyries," Kaname's subordinates. Among those present were a few other secondary figures clearly connected to Kenichi. However, Alex failed to spot one particular character who should have been there—Nijima, the most cunning and persistent survivor of the group.

Before Alex even had the chance to greet the Ryozanpaku members, he was suddenly tackled by a green-haired missile—Rebecca. She clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, showing no intention of letting go. Alex merely smirked, already used to her clinginess, and gently ran his hand through her hair.

The Ryozanpaku members watched Alex with interest, having noticed his earlier scrutiny and wondering about his intentions. But Alex decided not to waste time and get straight to the important matter. Walking up to the masters—still carrying Rebecca—he stopped in front of Hayato and smiled at the old man.

"I think we need to talk," Alex said with a friendly smile.

"You're right, young friend. We've already heard from some of Kensei's old acquaintances where you're headed," Hayato replied with a slight smile.

"That actually makes things easier. How about joining us? After all, we're in the same boat," Alex suggested, glancing at the masters and their students.

"Actually, we were planning to head to Tokyo. The radio broadcasts mentioned a military-organized shelter there," Akisame informed him, stepping up beside Hayato.

The moment the word "Tokyo" was spoken, a shadow of sadness and simmering anger flickered across the faces of Alex's group. The Ryozanpaku masters, being perceptive, immediately picked up on the shift in mood. Their students and companions noticed it too, a faint chill of unease running through the group.

"Young friend, do you know what happened to Tokyo?" Hayato asked in a calm yet wary tone.

"Um… how should I put this," Alex scratched the back of his head, clearly searching for the right words.

"Tokyo no longer exists. As in, completely. It was entirely wiped out, and everyone who was there… didn't make it," Koko stated matter-of-factly as she stopped beside Alex.

A heavy silence fell over the group, broken only by tense breaths. Those who hadn't known about Tokyo's fate stared at Alex in mute expectation, seeking confirmation.

Noticing their looks, Alex sighed, pulled out his phone, and opened up satellite images. Turning the screen toward Hayato and Akisame, he let them see the full extent of the devastation for themselves.

The old man and the judoka stared at the image and froze. Even such seasoned fighters, who had seen plenty in their lifetimes, couldn't hide their shock. Kensei, Sasaki, Shigure, and Apachai approached, glancing at the screen. Their expressions hardened, grief reflected in their eyes.

"Grandpa… what is it?" Miu asked timidly, stepping up to Hayato.

"All of Tokyo… has been wiped off the face of the earth," Akisame murmured quietly, and for the first time in a long while, sadness could be heard in his voice.

"It happened four days ago. We were sailing along the coast when we got a message from a friend about the impending airstrike…" Alex added, lighting a cigarette.

"So many lives… lost…" Akisame shook his head, grasping the scale of the tragedy.

Alex began explaining the situation they had faced in Tokyo and what had happened there. The Ryozanpaku masters listened intently, trying to fully grasp the circumstances. However, before Alex could even finish explaining why the city might have been destroyed, some of them already knew. They had been directly involved in events at Tokyo's main shelter, and Alex himself had predicted that the city would be "cleansed" to prevent the Evil Corporation's experiments from falling into the government's hands. Hearing this, Hayato and the other masters frowned, realizing the horrifying truth.

"And where are you headed next?" Hayato asked with a heavy sigh.

"We're currently on our way to Okinawa. After that, we'll act according to the situation. Originally, our route was set for Alaska," Alex explained.

"In that case, I think we'll join you. Traveling in a group is safer than going solo," Hayato said with a smile.

Satisfied with the response, Alex proudly raised a finger in the air.

"Then I officially invite you all to join my pirate crew! Together, we'll conquer all the seas, find the One Piece, and I will become the Pirate King!"

Silence fell.

The Ryozanpaku masters were frozen in confusion. Hayato, Akisame, and Sasaki were completely baffled—just a minute ago, Alex had been speaking seriously about Tokyo's fate, and now he was acting like a carefree adventurer. The members of his group only shook their heads with amused smiles. They were long used to Alex constantly switching tones and saying bizarre things at the most unexpected moments.

Better not to remember the time when they docked at a port for a rescue operation, and Alex suddenly launched into a dramatic speech about a crusade and the execution of heretics.

Seeing the newcomers from Ryozanpaku exchanging bewildered glances only made his team laugh harder. This completely threw the masters off track.

All eyes turned back to Alex, who was still standing with his finger raised.

"So… you're pirates?" Apachai asked uncertainly.

"No, we're not pirates. Alex just gets bored sometimes and starts rambling nonsense. Don't take it seriously," Valmet said, making it clear that it was best to just roll with it.

The masters nodded in unison, looking back at Alex. He had already lowered his finger and now looked like a sulking child. Pouting, he threw an annoyed glance at Valmet, who had ruined his moment of "recruiting" new crew members.

"Ugh, you're all so boring," Alex sighed. "I was just trying to lighten the mood. These people just escaped from a horde of the dead—they're scared and exhausted. I need to show them that they'll be fine now, so they don't worry."

"I'd believe you if that was actually the case," Valmet narrowed her eyes.

She shook her head, signaling that his excuses didn't sound convincing. Alex shifted his gaze to the other girls, but they simply repeated her gesture.

"I see, you've got quite the fun team, young friend," Hayato laughed.

"Something like that," Alex smirked. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to ask. Are you still following the path of… what's it called again… oh right, the Merciful Fist? Or have you realized that zombies aren't human and it's okay to kill them? Of course, I'm not insisting, I'm just curious."

"In this situation, we'll fight the undead. But when it comes to people… it's more complicated," Hayato replied.

"Well, even so. Don't worry about the other people, we'll handle it. Anyway, welcome aboard," Alex extended his hand.

"It'll be a pleasure traveling with you, young friend," Hayato said, shaking it.

Alex smiled and tightened his grip on Hayato's hand. He felt Hayato's grip become stronger and raised an eyebrow at the old man's actions. Alex immediately realized that Hayato wanted to test his strength, so he reinforced his own grip.

Alex narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened his hold, squeezing Hayato's hand just enough for him to understand that his strength was far from ordinary. Hayato felt the pressure shift, caught Alex's mocking squint, and the barely noticeable smile on his lips. The seasoned master immediately realized his test had been uncovered. They exchanged knowing looks, and then, smiling at each other, released their hands.

"You've got quite the strong grip, young friend," Hayato said approvingly.

"Since we're allies now..." Kensei unexpectedly interrupted, his face spreading into a satisfied grin. "Kid, tell me, how do you manage to attract so many girls? Share your secret! They're all so…" He nodded meaningfully toward the girls, giving them a scrutinizing look.

"One more word, you old pervert, and I'll drive this spear through your chest," Brunhilda said coldly, quickly stabbing the spear's tip into the ground right at Kensei's feet.

The murderous aura emanating from her instantly drained the color from the martial artist's face. He jumped back in fright, stumbled, and nearly collapsed to the ground. He was only saved by the fact that he collided with his daughter, who burst into loud laughter while holding him back. The others, already accustomed to Kensei's antics, just sighed heavily, fully aware that he had asked for it.

Alex crossed his arms over his chest and, giving the old man a calculating look, decided to give him a word of warning.

"You must be Kensei?" he said with a smirk. "A couple of Agatsuma's already told me about you. So here's my friendly advice… or rather, a warning. If you decide to spy on the girls, harass them, try to take photos under their skirts, or do any other perverted things, we'll have a serious talk. And I'll tell you right now: you won't like it. My little helpers and I have plenty of experience dealing with… individuals like you."

At these words, Alex pointed to GIR and MIMI, who immediately synchronized, their paws crackling with electrical discharges.

Kensei and the others followed his gesture, and when their eyes landed on the two strange mechanical beings, they fully understood the seriousness of the situation. Any fool would realize how this would end for the old man if he tried one of his tricks.

Kensei, though a pervert, was by no means a fool. He immediately realized the fate that awaited him if he didn't cool his jets. His face grew even paler, and he hurriedly nodded, signaling that he had learned his lesson.

Renka, watching her father completely lose his color, couldn't help but burst into another fit of laughter. She practically doubled over, nearly dropping him to the floor. The other masters weren't indifferent either—laughter spread throughout the group.

"You've earned this," Sasaki smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "You've been told multiple times not to bother the girls. And now, it seems you've finally met a worthy opponent who won't tolerate your nonsense."

"What bother?! I'm just adding to my collection!" Kensei indignantly replied. "These pictures will be passed down from generation to generation! It's the holy grail for future masters!"

His pompous statement only elicited a deep facepalm from his daughter. Dark lines of irritation instantly appeared on her face.

"No, you're just a pervert," Koko remarked flatly.

"A pervert," Rika nodded.

"An old pervert," Ray, Saeko, and Saya added in unison.

"Being a pervert is bad for you," Shizuka said calmly, smiling kindly. "Especially at your age. It could take a toll on your heart, and you're not young anymore. You should take better care of yourself, old man."

With each new accusation, Kensei's face grew more and more gray, as though arrows were being shot into him again and again. Even Shizuka's friendly remark felt like the final blow, breaking his spirit.

When Renka, his own daughter, heard all this, she just nodded in agreement and added:

"Yeah, dad. You really are just an old pervert."

That was the last straw. Kensei collapsed to his knees, lowering his head dejectedly, and then helplessly fell to all fours, letting out pitiful sobs.

The girls looked at him like trash, while the guys threw sympathetic glances at his pitiful state.

"Maybe we should just castrate him?" Valmet suggested indifferently, giving Kensei a cold look.

"We could make it simpler," Rebecca grinned predatorily. "Just shoot off his old thing. No one wants to touch it anyway, so it won't be a problem."

Kensei gulped in horror, fully realizing he had fallen into hell.

When the topic of castrating Kensei came up, his body trembled with fear. He slowly turned his pale face toward the girls and began shaking his head rapidly, showing with all his being that he did not want to share the fate of the eunuchs.

All the guys reflexively squeezed their legs together and took a step back. Especially those who had once been in relationships or still had partners, fully aware of how cruel women could be when angry. None of them even thought of intervening or standing up for Kensei—too dangerous of an idea.

"Girls, enough tormenting the old man. Look at his face, he already looks like a ghost," Alex finally stopped them.

"Younger friend, I knew you were a good man!" Kensei muttered with relief, tears of joy welling up in his eyes.

"No need to thank me," Alex leaned in and whispered in the old man's ear, "But if you don't get rid of your habits... I'll tear off your third leg."

Kensei froze, looked at Alex, and felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Alex's gaze was empty, devoid of any light, as if he were not facing a person, but a true monster. The old man shuddered, and even his teeth started clattering slightly.

The martial arts masters had excellent hearing, and they all distinctly heard what Alex had whispered to Kensei. However, no one intervened—they just shook their heads, as if they had already known this would end this way.

Renka, watching her father's expression, tried to guess what Alex might have whispered to him but quickly gave up on the idea—Kensei looked way too scared.

Alex suddenly flashed a wide grin, which only intensified the old man's fear, then straightened up.

"Well then. Once again, welcome to our group of survivors. As they say, welcome to our friendly, but slightly odd family. We'll be happy to have you!" he said with a kind smile.

The sharp contrast in Alex's mood swing didn't shock those around him as much as it did the first time, but it still left a slight sense of surprise. However, his words brought smiles to everyone's faces.

Alex continued to watch the new group members with a slight smirk, but said nothing more. They had finished everything they needed to in the city, and it was time to move on.

Signaling for everyone to board the ferry, Alex lit a cigarette and calmly waited for everyone to get on.

But at some point, a strange sound came from behind.

Everyone froze and smiled—not because it was funny, but because the sound was... familiar.

At first, they all thought they hadn't finished off all the zombies, but the source of the noise wasn't there. It came from the crater where Ogata's remains lay.

"Am I the only one who heard something?" Alex asked, exhaling smoke through his nose.

"You're not the only one, younger friend. We all heard it," confirmed Hayato, looking intently in the same direction.

Everyone turned their heads, even those already climbing the gangway stopped to look at where the sound was coming from.

From the very hole where Ogata's mutilated body was supposed to rest, a bloody hand suddenly emerged. It grabbed the ground with great force, and the concrete cracked under its powerful grip.

"Get on the ferry. I'm curious to see what this guy can still show. He's been lying still for so long, I almost thought I wouldn't meet a mid-boss at this location," Alex said, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"What? What boss? What location?" Valmet frowned, not understanding what he was talking about.

"I know! I know!" Shizuka exclaimed happily, raising her hand. "The students at school often talked about this! When you pass a certain location in a game, there's always a villain you have to defeat to move forward!"

"Shizuka, you silly thing, this isn't a game. There can't be villains just appearing so we can leave," Rika laughed, ruffling her friend's hair.

"But it is just like that," Shizuka muttered, puffing out her cheeks.

Alex laughed at Shizuka's reasoning about needing to defeat a "villain" to proceed. He involuntarily shook his head, then asked everyone again to board the ferry.

"Young friend, maybe we should help you?" Hayato offered, looking at Alex. "We've fought this man several times and know what he's capable of. He said he gained some kind of power that made him even stronger. And no one knows exactly how much stronger he's become."

"No, I don't need help," Alex waved him off. "I'm just curious what the Evil Corporation did to this guy if he managed to regenerate from being minced meat back into a human."

"Then be careful," Hayato said, nodding before heading up to the ferry.

Alex waved his hand, stepping back from the gangway. Meanwhile, the others gathered on the deck to watch the fight. Fights involving Alex had long become a form of entertainment for the group of survivors—not everyone gets the chance to witness something like that. Those who hadn't seen Alex in action but had heard the stories from those who had visited the Tokyo shelter were filled with anticipation.

But the gremlin wasn't going to miss an opportunity to have fun.

Rebecca decided to play her old trick again.

"Attention everyone!" she loudly announced, drawing everyone's gaze. "My strong, handsome, and mega-cool husband is about to fight some loser who thinks he's the hottest thing! Bets are open! This time, his opponent can regenerate, so let's bet on how long this wannabe villain will last before he starts crying like a little girl!"

Everyone turned to Rebecca and saw that she already had a table with a betting book set up next to her, with a trio of assistants ready to take bets. Once people realized they could try their luck again, they rushed over, calling out their amounts.

The people from Ryōzampaku, still unaccustomed to such situations, watched the commotion with surprise.

"Is this how it always is here?" Akisame asked, addressing Brunhilde, who stood next to him with a neutral expression on her face.

"Yes," she replied calmly. "You could say it's a way of passing the time on the road. Usually, whenever something interesting happens, our gremlin immediately starts taking bets, and it helps people relax. They get a little piece of the life they'll never be able to return to. It distracts them from thoughts of how the world is almost destroyed... and that it's all the fault of the Evil Corporation. Some people still have a hard time accepting reality. That's why neither I nor Alex have any problem with what Rebecca is doing."

"Hmm... I wouldn't say gambling is the best way to pass the time," Sasaki mused. "But, damn, I want to make a bet too!"

With those words, he rushed toward the table, pushing through the crowd.

"Wait for me!" Kensei exclaimed, immediately following suit.

"Papa! I'll tell Mom everything!" Renka shouted indignantly.

But Kensei ignored his daughter's words and skillfully slid between people, earning disapproving exclamations in response.

"I bet on five deaths!" he declared with a wide smile.

"Then I'll bet on six!" Sasaki shouted immediately, managing to get to the table thanks to his imposing build.

"Alright, bets are accepted!" Rebecca grinned. "Don't complain when you lose. Stitch, take the bets from these two old men!"

Stitch grinned widely, showing all his teeth, and, like a true professional, expertly accepted the bets from Sasaki and Kensei. He even handed them tickets confirming their bets in case they won. Akisame, observing the behavior of his old friends, simply shook his head with a crooked smile. Renka was the most embarrassed—her father's behavior made her seriously consider whether she should just beat him right then and there.

Meanwhile, Alex stood opposite Ogata, who was finishing his regeneration, and was contemplating the best way to deal with him. He heard the commotion on the ferry, but paid no attention to it—people were having fun, and that suited him fine.

"Girls, who wants to help me this time?" Alex asked, addressing the Valkyries.

"I will!" a cheerful voice rang out. "I'm tired of sitting in your spiritual space, I want to breathe fresh air, even if this world is crawling with zombies."

Behind Alex, Hlökk appeared in her spiritual form, her eyes sparkling with impatience.

Alex smirked, sensing the enthusiasm in her voice, but didn't say anything. At that moment, Ogata had fully regenerated his body. Alex raised an eyebrow—his opponent's cloak had regenerated as well, which only confirmed his suspicions. He knew who was standing before him. The first antagonist from the manga about Kenichi—the very same Ogata.

Alex quietly snickered to himself. It didn't surprise him much—the villain of this caliber fit perfectly into the ranks of the Evil Corporation. He remembered how Ogata had always sought power, and now it was clear that the corporation had given him exactly what he had craved.

However, Ogata was still not paying attention to what was happening around him. He was fully absorbed in studying his own body. He hadn't expected the serum that had been injected into him to grant him such power—the ability to regenerate even a completely destroyed body.

"Hahaha! I knew it! I knew it! This power... it's magnificent! Now I'm invincible!" he burst into manic laughter.

"Nope, I don't think so," Alex calmly interrupted him.

Ogata sharply turned his gaze to him, only now realizing that the opponent had been standing in front of him all this time. Alex, looking completely relaxed, lazily held a cigarette between his fingers and watched him with a slight smirk.

"Don't stare at me like that," Alex chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward Ogata. "I'm not interested in guys. Especially ones like you—those who blindly follow the 'How to Be a Half-Baked Villain' manual."

"You!" Ogata narrowed his eyes in irritation.

"Me!" Alex mocked him with the same tone.

Ogata hesitated for a moment, not expecting such a response. An awkward silence settled between them, but it didn't last long—the gremlin on the ferry couldn't hold back and burst out laughing loudly.

Rebecca laughed so contagiously that even some of the spectators on the deck couldn't help but smirk. But this only enraged Ogata. He quickly glanced toward the ferry and glared at Rebecca with hatred.

"It was you who shot me, you disgusting girl!" he snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.

Rebecca immediately stopped laughing, but only to give Ogata a defiant look, as if saying, "Go ahead, try to attack if you dare."

Ogata ground his teeth and, without hesitation, charged toward her. He completely ignored Alex, leapt into the air, and aimed to attack Rebecca.

But just as he was in mid-air, a slipper suddenly appeared in front of his face.

Before Ogata could even comprehend what was happening, the sole of the slipper slammed into his face with such force that his body was sent flying backward, crashing into the concrete.

Alex, now standing at the spot where the impact had occurred, lazily held the slipper in his hand, the sole now stained with his opponent's blood.

"Hey, idiot, did you lose your fear?" he asked coldly, looking down at Ogata. "Or did you really think some mutt like you could attack my gremlin?"

Alex took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and smirked.

"Yeah, I get it, you got shot. But it's your own fault—you were born an idiot."

Rebecca, standing on the ferry, proudly raised her head. This was far from the first time someone had tried to attack her, and Alex had always intervened immediately. She had provoked people with her personality so many times that those who had known her for a long time had lost count. But since Alex came into her life, he had always stood up to protect her.

All eyes were on Rebecca, who, with a smug smirk, tilted her chin in satisfaction.

"Is he always this unreasonable? She was the one who shot him first without warning," Kisara asked curiously, pointing at Alex.

"Most of the time," Brunhilde replied, nodding her head. "But usually, it only concerns his family."

Meanwhile, Alex was standing not far from the spot where Ogata had crashed. He exhaled casually and tossed the slipper on the floor to put it back on. Then, he pulled out a pair of black gloves that had transformed into Hlökk, and, holding one glove in his teeth, began pulling on the other.

"You're a pervert!" Hlökk squealed indignantly, blushing and tugging at Alex's hair. "Take me out of your mouth right now! Have you no shame?!"

"Oh, come on," Alex replied with a smirk, ignoring her protests. "You literally live inside me. Besides, you kissed me first. What's the difference?"

"That's different!" Hlökk hissed, continuing to pull at his hair. "You're a pervert!"

Alex just shook his head, listening to her strange accusations, but Hlökk wasn't going to give up. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she stubbornly kept tugging at his hair.

At the same time, Ogata had already gotten up from the ground. His gaze was filled with rage. He shifted his eyes from Alex to Rebecca, who, despite the situation, continued to stare at him defiantly, almost mocking him.

"First, I'll kill you, and then I'll deal with that green-haired bitch," he growled hoarsely.

Alex looked at him indifferently and slowly pulled on his gloves.

"You can try, but that attempt will cost you your life," he said dismissively.

Ogata's eyes flashed with hatred, and he lunged forward, swinging his fist for a strike. But just as his punch was about to reach Alex's face, it suddenly froze in mid-air. His arm couldn't move an inch.

Confusion flickered in Ogata's eyes. He simply couldn't understand what had stopped him.

Alex, noticing this, just smirked.

"Wondering why your punch froze? Take a closer look," he said lazily.

Ogata looked at his hand... and only then noticed the thin threads wrapped around his limb.

Alex slowly moved his index finger, and in the next moment, Ogata's arm exploded into dozens of bloody pieces. Bright red blood sprayed onto the floor, forming a puddle at his feet.

Ogata recoiled, his face contorted in agony. He looked at his shoulder in horror—his arm was now just a stump just above the elbow.

"Don't be surprised," Alex grinned widely. "The most interesting part is just beginning."

Ogata furrowed his brow, staring intently at Alex. His severed arm was slowly healing, but it wasn't regenerating completely. Squinting, he noticed the thin iron threads dancing around Alex—almost invisible, but deadly.

Realizing that a direct confrontation wouldn't bring success, Ogata changed his tactic. He began using his rapid movement technique, disappearing and reappearing in different spots, searching for the moment to attack from his blind spot.

Alex, on the other hand, stood with a carefree expression, lazily watching his movements. Out of boredom, he even yawned, which Ogata took as a sign of weakening vigilance—a perfect moment for an attack. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Alex, raising his leg for a strike.

But once again, the attack froze in mid-air.

Ogata froze, realizing something was holding him back again. Alex, having caught him in a trap, turned around, looking at him with a mocking smile.

"You must be incredibly stupid. You already knew I used threads in battle, yet you still decided to attack at close range. Did your regeneration damage your brain? Or have you always been like this?" Alex sighed, as if reprimanding a careless student. "Was it really that hard to use the entire port area to make it harder for me to fight? You could have destroyed the surroundings to limit my movements, or at least hidden from my sight... But I guess the new power has gotten to your head, and you've forgotten the basics."

"Stop talking to him!" Rebecca shouted from the ferry. "Just kill him and let's move on! He's going to start giving his villain speech about how everyone underestimated him! They ALWAYS say the same thing!"

Alex glanced at Rebecca, who was impatiently stomping her foot, irritated by the delay. He smirked and shook his head—such a true gremlin.

"As you can see, my wife isn't in the mood to listen to your speeches. So I'm afraid this is your end." With those words, he looked at Ogata with a light, almost sympathetic smile.

"You..." Ogata opened his mouth, but he didn't get a chance to finish.

Alex lazily moved his fingers—and Ogata's body exploded into dozens of pieces, sliced by the invisible threads.

But Alex wasn't about to make the classic mistake of leaving his enemy a chance to revive. Taking a tiny black sphere from his pocket, he carelessly threw it into the bloody mess of flesh and bone. The moment the sphere touched the ground, flames erupted.

The screams of pain filled the air, full of fear and a desire not to die. Alex didn't even pay attention to them—too many overconfident idiots thought they became all-powerful after gaining a bit of power.

He just shook his head and jumped onto the ferry.

To be continued…

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