Chapter 105 The player's name resounds throughout the sea (...)
"What did you say?!"
Wearing a top hat and a black cloak, dressed exactly like an upright-walking bird, Morgans stood up from the thick pile of newspapers and asked eagerly.
"Uh, yes, it's Doflamingo, Jack of the Beasts Pirates, and that 'Shadow of the Devil' Violet. They're fighting on a deserted island!"
“Vell, Vill…”
Morgans paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.
Every day, newsbirds traversing the seas and the Grand Line would continuously gather the latest news from around the world onto Morgans's desk. Those little secrets buried deep in people's hearts, secrets they dared not even tell their bed partners, were now in Morgans's possession, making him the uncrowned king of the information world and one of the kings of the underworld.
"...Vell, why does that name sound so familiar?"
It wasn't the kind of familiarity you get from just glancing at a name on a wanted poster, but rather the kind of familiarity where someone had mentioned this guy to him before...
"I remember now!"
Morgans's bird-like face showed disbelief as he quickly ran to the bookshelf and began rummaging through it.
"Not this one, not this one... Found it!"
It was a call log, and the word "Mary Geoise" was clearly written in the caller's location column.
A few days ago, a phone call from Mary Geoise pulled Morgans straight out of his newly made nest. His keen sense of news and trending topics gave him a premonition that it would be big news even before he answered the Den Den Mushi.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Morgans was still so shocked when he heard Saint Musgard ask him to find a way to create some big news about a guy named Violet and then use the power of public opinion to promote him to become a Shichibukai that he almost bit off his own tongue!
Morgans, sweating profusely, struggled to communicate with the unpredictable Celestial Dragon: "...As far as I know, the list of the Seven Warlords of the Sea is not elected, but directly appointed by the World Government and the Navy?"
"Of course I know that, you idiot!" Although since returning to Mary Geoise from Fishman Island, Musgarud had "turned over a new leaf" and released all the slaves, and had never attended any slave auctions again.
But expecting him to transform into a humble and polite model youth is wishful thinking. When facing anyone other than Violet and Queen Otohime, Musgard's tone remains irritable and imperious.
"Persuading the World Government and the Navy is what I need to do. What you need to do is let the people of the four seas and the Grand Line know about Violet's greatness, kindness, and omnipotence, so that everyone fears and loves her, and begs her to accept the appointment as a Shichibukai!"
"Think carefully about what you want to do. I'm hanging up now!"
Beep beep—
As Morgans watched the Den Den Mushi close its eyes again, the feathers on the top of his head became disheveled.
Although I'm used to the Celestial Dragons' whimsical behavior, this request is just too outrageous!
Doesn't Musgalud himself think his demands are contradictory? How is this any different from asking him to both amplify and downplay the news in the World Economic News?
Back to the present, Morgans stared angrily at the call log in front of him and slapped the bookshelf with his wing: "So it was her!"
So what exactly is the relationship between Violet and the Celestial Dragons that would make Saint Mousgard send a Den Mushi to help Violet launch a public opinion campaign to make her a Shichibukai?
Although you can tell from the photos that she's going to be a beauty, she's still just a kid right now.
The Donquixote Family among the Celestial Dragons is known for producing eccentrics, but I've never heard of them having any strange or unusual aesthetic preferences.
So at this age... could it be that he is a descendant of some Celestial Dragon left behind outside?!
Morgans's sharp eyes gleamed with a gossipy light.
It's a real shame that, regardless of whether his guess is true or false, once he gets involved with the Celestial Dragons, there's absolutely no chance of it being published.
Morgans, who possessed so many important figures' shady secrets, has survived to this day for two reasons. First, he has maintained his albatross form, and no one knows his true appearance or identity. Second, as a global intelligence hub, Morgans knows very well what news can be published in the newspapers and what news must be kept secret.
"Immediately send seagulls to that island. I need to know who won this battle as soon as possible!"
Morgans pulled his attention back from his memories and ordered, "And the photos, the photos of the very moment the battle ended. You must capture the most exciting moment!"
If, as Saint Musgard said, he can really find a way to deal with the World Government and the Navy... then maybe that guy named Violet can really become a Shichibukai.
A Shichibukai who is under 15 years old!
A mystic, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea whose power and true abilities remain unknown to this day!
Early fame and the title of a prodigy are always topics of conversation on this sea, and Morgans had already sensed a big story.
They, the World Economic News, had to print this news in their newspaper immediately!
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"Huff, huff—"
Jack, who had transformed into a half-orc form for ease of combat, gripped two Shortel blades and gasped for breath. The originally dark and cold blades were now covered with spider silk and grayish-brown feathers.
After eating a Zoan-type Devil Fruit, the user's stamina and physical strength will be greatly enhanced, but even so, Jack is already struggling to keep up with the fight.
Jack's original plan—that he and Doflamingo first join forces to deal with that arrogant brat, and then fight each other to determine the true ownership of the Flame-Flame Fruit—was completely unrealistic.
The two stupid spiders and geese that were lured into the battlefield were in a state of frenzied rage, attacking everything in their path. Jack and Doflamingo were just about to press their advantage on Violet, who had made a mistake, when in the next second they were either entangled in the spider webs or knocked away by the stupid geese.
Jack was speechless!
And what's with that kid's reckless fighting style? Is she a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user, or is he a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user?
Vera: "...Hehe."
Amidst Jack's shocked gaze and Doflamingo's furrowed brows, the wound in Violet's abdomen, from which the silk thread had pierced through, was completely healed in just a few breaths.
What a joke! For this battle, she brought a full five sets of two hundred honey ointments, which is equivalent to having forty extra lives!
Robin and Chopper have squeezed every last drop of honey from the bees on R'lyeh Island in order to make these honey ointments.
Violet: "I already told you, this isn't a simple battle between two people!"
For this battle, everyone in R'lyeh is fully prepared!
Moreover, these were merely fatal wounds; the number of fatal wounds that John inflicted on Val every night was countless, even on two hands.
After swallowing a few green mushrooms to restore her sanity from the Shadow Sword's depletion, Violet shook her aching wrists and looked intently at the two: "Again!"
Jack and Doflamingo: "..."
Does this guy have no end to his stamina?
"Vell".
Rosinandi leaned close to Vil, their bodies pressed together, slowly recovering their health: "The elk and geese are almost at their limit."
Upon hearing this, Violet finally turned her attention to the two bosses she had deliberately lured over to cause trouble. The Deer Goose, unlike its previous rampaging self, waddled listlessly like a penguin. The Spider Queen's spider guards had been wiped out by Jack and Doflamingo, leaving it all alone.
However, the fact that they managed to hold on until now, and that they exhausted so much of Doflamingo and Jack's energy, means they have successfully completed their mission.
"Okay, I understand."
The elk, the goose, and the spider queen had completed their mission, and what followed was a real, hard-fought battle of pure strength, with no room for trickery!
Frost Staff!
The sound of the ice freezing echoed as thick, white ice rose from beneath Wil's feet, spreading rapidly in all directions at a speed no less than that of a birdcage opening.
Where the frost touched, every blade of grass, every leaf, and every stone was covered by a thick layer of ice. The Spider Queen and the elk goose, who hadn't managed to dodge in time, were frozen into two ice sculptures.
Varied? !
Doflamingo cautiously pulled on the strings to lift himself into the air, while Jack, who was a beat slower, was frozen to the ground from his feet up to his knees.
Doflamingo, having dodged the attack, hurriedly manipulated his sharp threads to try and shatter the ice on Jack's leg, but Violet's sword light appeared in front of Jack much faster than Doflamingo's threads.
"hateful!"
Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Jack simply crossed his weapons in front of him and clashed head-on with Val.
He's just a little brat, barely bigger than a flea. When it comes to strength, I, the great one, will not lose!
bite--
The force that was resisting him suddenly disappeared, and Jack, who had no time to stop, fell forward unsteadily. The sharp Shortel knife got stuck in Wille's collarbone, while a dark purple tentacle quickly wrapped around the blade, raised high at the end of the blade, and swung down forcefully towards Jack's chest with sharp barbs!
Snap!
A deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on Jack's chest. Jack felt a sharp pain and his vision went black. He swayed and tried to back away, but his legs, which were firmly frozen in place, caused him to fall to the ground in a sorry state.
His heavy body slammed into the thick ice, causing cracks to appear. His excellent combat habits allowed Jack to grip his weapon tightly even after being hit hard, so that he could quickly recover and return to the battlefield.
But Violet won't give Jack that chance.
Ignoring the wound on her shoulder and the throbbing pain in half of her body, she quickly switched the tentacles back to her ice staff and swung it at Jack several times until she completely sealed him in a layer of ice several meters thick before stopping.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Violet looked behind the ice, her eyes darting around as Jack glared at her with a victorious smile.
"Mammoths and the like are better off staying in the ice and being kept as specimens."
Using honey ointment to heal the wound on her shoulder, Vera looked up at Doflamingo, who was blocked by Rosinante and unable to support Jack in time, and raised her ice staff high, aiming it at him.
"You're next."
The wine-red sunglasses reflected Violet's young and flamboyant face. Doflamingo raised his hand, pressed his forehead where the veins were throbbing, and chuckled deeply.
"That Jack, he's more trouble than he's worth..."
Doflamingo twitched his fingers twice, and clumps of threads overlapped and intertwined to form a clone that looked exactly like him.
Rosinandi: "Shadow Rider Line?"
"Fufufu, you actually still remember the name of this move, that really touches me, little brother..."
"Now that those spoilsport have been dealt with, let's have some fun, fufufu..."
puff!
A faint whooshing sound rang out, and Doflamingo instinctively raised his hand to block it, but felt a slight stinging pain in his palm, like a mosquito bite.
Was the attack power reduced to such a pitiful amount due to excessive blood loss...? No, that can't be right!
Doflamingo suddenly felt the world spinning around him, and a strong wave of dizziness swept over him!
Poisonous?!
The one-time use item [Eye Gun] disappears on its own after use. Violet leaps up and jumps directly in front of Doflamingo, raising her fist high and slamming it down on his face!
With a bang, Doflamingo was sent flying backward by the punch, crashing through several thick trees and rolling several times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.
The brief dizziness quickly subsided, and Doflamingo, regaining his senses, manipulated the Shadow Rider Strings to block Violet, while he covered his face with one hand and swayed as he stood up again.
Having fought to this extent, apart from Rosinante, who was already dead and without a physical form, everyone else had lost all semblance of dignity.
Violet's supplies were running out, her clothes were stained with blood again and again, Doflamingo's pink feather coat was covered with spider silk and goose feathers, and his glasses were cracked from Violet's punch.
"Rosinante, that guy's clone is yours to handle!"
Violet's Observation Haki was fixed on the main body in front of her, while she completely entrusted her back to Rosinante.
After fighting to this extent, who will ultimately emerge victorious?
The answer is, of course, that the one who can throw themselves into the battle without any reservations will be victorious!
The Shadow Sword pressed against Doflamingo's neck, pinning him to the ground. Violet looked down through her sunglasses at Doflamingo's eyes, which were burning with rage.
"How pathetic, Doflamingo. In battle, the only person you can completely trust with your back is your clone?"
Violet raised her fist high and slammed it down on his cheek: "This punch is for Rosinandi!"
"This punch was delivered by me on behalf of Luo."
“And this punch…” Wilton paused, his gaze shifting downwards to his abdomen where the silk thread had pierced him, “was one I punched myself!”
"From now on, stay away from R'lyeh and my islanders."
“Fufufufu…”
After making those harsh remarks, Violet frowned as she looked at Doflamingo, who suddenly started laughing, wondering if she had just knocked him senseless.
Doflamingo looked up at Violet: "So it was you who did the Whitebeard thing, wasn't it?"
Violet's phoenix-like regenerative abilities during the battle were too eye-catching. Doflamingo saw the seagulls circling in the sky and knew that the battle had definitely been filmed by Morgans, the birdman.
"Your secrets have been completely exposed to everyone: healing wounds, storing supplies, creating things out of thin air, and manipulating souls... What incredible abilities! Shouldn't such abilities be wielded by the Celestial Dragons, descendants of gods? Fufufu..."
Doflamingo stared intently at Violet with greedy, sticky, and malicious eyes: "Are you ready to face the true malice of this world, Violet?"
"That's none of your concern, you defeated opponent."
Violet raised her staff and knocked Doflamingo unconscious with a physical hypnosis. After getting up, she recalled his gaze and looked up at the suspicious-looking seagull in the sky.
Something is reflecting light on the seagull's chest. Is that... a camera lens?
Violet tilted her head and thought for half a second, then leaned on her staff with one hand, made a fist with the other, and stretched it out towards the seagull, giving it a thumbs down.
"Come on over if you dare, you bastards!"
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[A new Shichibukai? The Beasts Pirates and the Donquixote Family suffer a crushing defeat! The abilities of the mystic of the sea are revealed for the first time!]
Violet sat on the beach drinking coconut water, holding a quacking yellow duck in her arms, and holding a newspaper in one hand, looking at the exaggerated headlines.
"The World Economic News' headlines are getting more and more outrageous." Luo looked at the photo of Vivier giving a thumbs-down to the camera on the front page of the newspaper. "They're everywhere."
"But I think their photography skills are pretty good." Violet admired her arrogant and handsome photos, then took out two printed copies from her pocket and backpack. "Aren't these two pretty good?"
The photo shows Luo and Sabo, who have been reduced to palm-sized dolls.
Law, holding the swordfish dagger, stood in Vera's palm with a sour expression. He turned his head slightly and looked at Vera with his mouth open as if he was saying something. Sabo, on the other hand, leaned back on Vera's thumb, his head pressed against Vera's fingertip, smiling with his eyes closed.
Holding two cute dolls, Vera opened one hand and made a happy "V" sign with the other in front of the camera.
While Violet and Rosinante were locked in a fierce battle on that deserted island, Law and Sabo were not idle either. The remaining members of the Donquixote Family were also quite powerful, and with the addition of the pirates on Jack's ship, Law and his crew also had to go through a tough battle to prevent those people from interfering with the island lord's battle.
You must have worked so hard.
However, this did not stop Violet from finding them and discovering that Law and Sabo had been turned into adorable toys by a little girl named Sugar. She then directed Mr. Rosinante, who could fly, to catch the seagull that was secretly taking pictures in the sky and force it to take pictures of toy Law and toy Sabo.
"Rossantini likes it too."
Two copies of the photos were printed. One copy was collected by the island owner, and the other copy was taken by Rosinante.
Luo stared at her own photo, which showed no intimidation whatsoever, and snorted in annoyance.
Sabo: "The island lord's bounty is going to increase again... But speaking of which, Ms. Ginny is really amazing. That Flame-Flame Fruit she made was so realistic that even Doflamingo and Jack didn't realize it was fake."
"Huh?" Ginny, who happened to be passing by, looked at Sabo in confusion. "You mean that one? That one is the real Flame-Flame Fruit."
Everyone: "Huh?!!"
Violet quickly retrieved the Flame-Flame Fruit from the depths of her backpack, which she had almost thrown into the pot as stuffing. She held it high in both hands and looked at Ginny: "This, this is actually the Flame-Flame Fruit?"
Ginny smiled and nodded: "Yes."
"...Does Ginny want some?"
“I have no intention of eating the fruit for the time being.” Ginny’s interests and strengths lie in intelligence processing, which are clearly not a good match for the Flame-Flame Fruit.
A person's energy is limited. Rather than wasting it on fruits that are not suitable for you, it is better to choose not to eat them at all.
Violet turned back to look at Sabo, whose attack techniques were indeed well-suited to the Flame-Flame Fruit.
Sabo stared at the fruit in the island lord's hand, hesitated for a long time, then shook his head and took a step back: "No, although it may sound strange, I always feel that there is another person who is more suitable for this fruit."
It was truly amazing; for a fleeting moment, he seemed to sense the emotions of the fruit, and a sun-like smile flashed through his mind.
So this is the person chosen by this fruit? Sabo raised his hand and pressed his chest, feeling a strange sense of relief and bittersweetness.
"That person is waiting for it on the sea."
"I see..."
Violet built a small bamboo raft on the shore, placed the Flame-Flame Fruit on it, took out a glass bottle, stuffed a piece of paper inside, and then wedged it into the gap of the raft. With a gentle push, she made the simple bamboo raft float on the sea with the precious fruit that was enough to arouse the covetousness of the Beasts Pirates and the Donquixote Family.
Sabo looked at Violet curiously: "What did the island lord leave on it?"
"Well, in short, it's a sentence that will leave a deep impression on anyone who eats this fruit."
Although Violet didn't say exactly what she meant, Sabo, who was already familiar with the island lord's style, couldn't help but lower his head, clench his fist against his lips and shoulder, and laugh so hard he was shaking.
"Haha, I always feel that guy, well, should I say he's lucky or unlucky..."
Violet took out the Flame Staff and handed it to Sabo: "Here you go."
"Huh?"
Violet looked at Sabo: "Although your island lord can't conjure up a second Flame-Flame Fruit for you to eat, there are still plenty of Flame Staffs."
During the dry season, on the night of the full moon, occasionally one of the hounds chasing the player will appear completely red. Killing it will randomly drop rubies, and Violet has already collected quite a few.
Sabo looked down at the staff that Violet handed him, his face reflected in the red gem.
"Okay, I'll make good use of it!"
"But, does the island lord really intend to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"
"I don't know either?"
Violet scratched her head. "The Seven Warlords of the Sea, huh? Hancock and Jinbe are the Seven Warlords, aren't they? I've heard that after becoming a Warlord, you have to complete some missions and attend meetings according to the requirements of the World Government and the Navy. It sounds like a lot of trouble."
"It's probably just the World Economic News's usual exaggerated description."
Ginny recalled the known members of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Jinbe's position was given to him by the World Government because he inherited the Sun Pirates, in an effort to mitigate the impact of the former captain Tiger's rampage in Mary Geoise.
Empress Hancock is so named because, in addition to being a pirate captain, she is also the queen of a non-member republic, representing a power.
Mihawk is admired and serves as the role model for swordsmen of the sea because of his renowned reputation as the world's greatest swordsman.
Crocodile was obtained after a battle with a former member of the Pirate King's crew, and Moria was obtained after a battle with the Beasts Pirates...
Therefore, to become a Shichibukai, one must either have the power to balance the forces of one side, or possess sufficient military strength while being at odds with the other Sea Emperors.
It's possible that the R'lyeh Fruit and Vegetable Express could expand further, but so far, very few people know that the real owner behind the R'lyeh Fruit and Vegetable Express is Vieille.
Ginny nodded firmly: "Don't worry, Island Master, under normal circumstances this trouble won't fall on your shoulders."
Vera breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."
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The Holy Land of Mary Geoise, the Don Quixote family residence.
Everyone says that since his return from his disappearance, the freak bloodline flowing through Musgarud's veins has been activated.
Upon his return, he immediately dismissed all the slaves and never participated in any slave auctions again. Instead, he inexplicably began to make contact with the Knights of God and the Five Elders family.
Besides that, Musgarud would lock himself in his mansion all day long, doing who-knows-what.
Meanwhile, Musgard, who was used as gossip material by the Celestial Dragons, was sitting in his room looking at Violet's photo in the newspaper with a look of reverence.
"As expected, she won! I knew Vera wouldn't lose!"
"Buy me 100,000 copies of this newspaper, no, a million copies! Give one to every Celestial Dragon I know, every member of CP0, and every member of the Navy!"
"...The Navy should have its own channels for purchasing World Economic News."
"How can these be the same?!" Musgarud glared at the CP member in front of him. "That copy is for them to gather intelligence on the sea, while this copy is for them to keep!"
"By the way, the excuse the Knights of God gave for refusing to let Violet become a Shichibukai last time was that Violet had no notable achievements." Musgard stood up and paced excitedly as he looked at the prominent word "victory" on the newspaper. "They can't say anything more now, right?"
"This time, I will definitely, absolutely push Viole to the position of Shichibukai."
Silently protecting her from the shadows, offering support to Violet, and gradually pushing her to the top—it's truly touching!
Knowing all this, Violet will be overjoyed. Those islanders are nothing compared to Musgarud; he is Violet's most reliable support and helper!
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Achoo, achoo, achoo!
John looked at the kid sitting next to him who was sneezing incessantly with a look of disgust.
"What, did you get sand in your lungs or your brain during the fight? You came to see me in your dreams last night just to sneeze in my face?"
"Maybe someone misses me, after all, I'm quite famous now."
Vera rubbed her sore nose, then suddenly turned around, slammed her hand on the table, and stared intently at John.
John didn't flinch, his eyes sweeping over the pair of dark eyes so close to his own: "What, kid, what do you want?"
"Is there no reward?"
"ha?"
John let out a surprised gasp, lowering his brow as he looked at Vera: "What did you say?"
"I said, there's no reward?" Vera looked at John expectantly. "But I beat Doflamingo, you know?"
John found it amusing: "What does this have to do with me? I've been dead for a long time."
"But you're not my teacher?!"
"...Kid, do you know how I used to sink any crew member who dared to ask me for money?"
John the greedy, John the stingy, John the suspicious… anyone who dared to lay a finger on his treasure was executed by John without exception.
Of course, John's greed and stinginess eventually cost him dearly. Unable to tolerate the captain's crew, they joined forces to betray him, ultimately leading to John's death.
But if John were given another chance, he would still take all the treasure he saw and not give away a single peso.
If you want his money, you might as well want him dead.
John tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, deeply wondering if he had really been dead for so long that his legend had ceased to circulate on the high seas. Otherwise, how could Vera so confidently ask him for a reward?
"That can't be right."
Violet didn't believe it. After the fight, if the player won, then there should be a reward.
If we can't get it from Doflamingo and Jack, then we can definitely get it from John.
Does this mean the conditions for this mission haven't been fully met yet?
Vera squinted at John, wishing the notification above his head, "[Captain John (twin sister)]", would turn into a yellow exclamation mark the next second and issue him a task, so that he could give her the reward after she completed it.
"The past is the past, and the present is the present. You're already dead, so why are you still so greedy?"
"Give me a reward, and I might consider letting you drink a couple more bottles of wine in your dreams in the future, how about that?"
"Tsk." John looked at Vera with disdain. "You know this is a dream. I'm just having a drink with you, and you're already making demands."
"Are you asking for a beating, little sister?"
"Huh? My strength has improved quite a bit now. Watch out, or I'll beat you to a pulp."
Although Vera said that, she still cautiously drew her Shadow Sword and looked at John.
John placed the bottle on the table and reached down towards his waist—
Violet gripped the Shadow Sword tightly, ready to defend against John's attack.
John chuckled at Valerie's nervous expression, took something out of his pocket, and tossed it at her.
"Huh?"
Violet caught it in a fluster: "What is this?"
“A treasure map,” John said. “Captain John’s treasure map.”
"Kid, if you have the ability to find them, and these treasures haven't been taken by anyone else, then they're yours."
However, he remembered that he had a treasure indicator that pointed to the treasures, but he didn't know who had it after his death.
Who knows, by the time Vera finally finds his treasure spot, she might discover that someone else has already gotten there first. But disappointment is a normal part of life, and this is a lesson he, as her "teacher," is teaching Vera.
“John—”
Vera looked at John with emotion, which made John, who had just been secretly imagining Vera's pitiful state after her expectations were dashed, feel a pang of conscience.
Forget it, Violet is right. He's already dead, so there's no point in taking the treasure. It's better to give it to this brat than to let some complete stranger have it.
“I have nothing more to teach you, Violet.”
Still touched by John's generosity, Vera was taken aback by his words.
"Make sure you memorize everything you've learned during this time. The next guy who comes along might not be as easy to talk to as I am."
John viciously poked Vera's forehead with his index finger until a clear red mark appeared on her fair skin before he stopped, satisfied.
"Reputation and crew are all external things. On this vast sea, only strength is your most reliable partner."
"Seize every opportunity to squeeze every last drop of knowledge from everyone who has come into this dream world."
"That is the most priceless treasure of that group of people."
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Author's Note: John, you finally showed some generosity after death!
Bucky, holding the treasure indicator: What happened to the promise that only I knew about this treasure? [Angry]
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