Depths of the Otherworldly Labyrinth (WN) – Chapter 475

“Meteor Strike” pierced the labyrinth, and the earth shook vertically.

I watched Snow-sama’s retreating back.
Her earnest cry was also clearly heard.
Perhaps what she wanted to say was, “Let’s all do our best without relying on just one person.”

It’s the logic of the strong.
Even I, who was born into the Radiant family and called the Allied Nations’ greatest “Beastkin,” find myself wanting to say, “Only you can do this.” In the first place, the past Snow-sama also rejected easy encouragement, saying, “I can’t do it like everyone else.”

That selfish “Dragon’s Roar” echoed throughout the Allied Nations.
Naturally, not everyone in the Allied Nations was equally moved.
However, even so—

“That’s Snow Walker-sama…”

It was one of the “Magic Stone Humans” who uttered this, not the people from the Guild behind.
Her eyes were fixed on the “path” she had flown toward, and she seemed to be admiring it.

The Guild members lined up in the distance were also witnessing the endless shower of blue and green magic particles.
The veterans of the Guild “Epic Seeker,” seeing the courage and strength reminiscent of her childhood, showed not a smile, but a determined expression.
The members of the long-standing Guild “Supreme,” perhaps caught up in the excitement of a rival Guild, also wore similar looks.

Snow-sama’s cry might have been the logic of the strong from afar.
However, it was certainly the necessary word for the “Final Festival.”

“…Haa.”

I let out a sigh of relief, thinking, “That was a lifesaver.”
Snow-sama’s true power would be nothing short of a disaster if unleashed on the ground.
Probably, what just happened was only “I swung my sword with a little effort” and “I moved with a little effort.”

Even with just “a little,” the scale of her power was entirely different.
That’s why I had stopped her, saying, “Please watch,” but in the end, there were zero casualties around.
Snow-sama had clearly identified not only the sisters left behind by Lady Rustiara but also the knights and priests of Fuziaze as allies to be protected.

Glad for that fact, I was still immersed in the aftermath of victory and relief when the earthquake’s tremors finally subsided.
Then, in the midst of the falling magic particles, a slowly rising shadow was visible.
It was an Apostle, unlike us, trembling with anger and glaring at the retreating back of the “Hero.”

“To the Lord’s temple!! You–!”
“You dare–!!”
“You bastards!!”
“–Blood!!”

Apostle Diplakla, though left behind, was unharmed.
However, he was furious.
Precisely because he was unharmed, being passed by must have been even more humiliating.

He began to transform his limbs into plant-like structures, driven by his emotions.
With each step, he drew blood from the shallow water beneath his feet, causing his entire vascular system to bulge.
His white hair, a symbol of old age, turned a dark reddish-black.
Furthermore, the surrounding vegetation withered rapidly, and as if in inverse proportion, Diplakla gained vitality and gradually—became younger.

His body pulsed not only with magic but also with life force, and he began walking towards the half-destroyed labyrinth alone.

—This was where Apostle Diplakla’s true battle would begin.

His appearance convinced me of this.
He paid no attention to the murmuring crowd.
He was destroying the image of the “gentle old sage” he had built up until today and pressing forward.

I, who had already defeated all the “Blood Knights” in the vicinity, quickly moved to intercept him.
However, before I could, Elmirad, who had not been captivated by “Meteor Strike,” called out from behind.

“The labyrinth is a temple? There is no such shabby and dirty temple. That is the regret of my dear friend. And he is still lost. —He is crying. He is desperately struggling. ‘Aikawa Kanami’ was such a gloomy man.”
“………!”

He was truly a man who knew how to get the job done.
With that speech and provocation, he made the “narrowed-minded” Apostle turn around.
He was signaling his ability to disrupt the “Final Festival” and posing a danger that could not be ignored.

“Elmirad Siddharuku…! You are a nuisance! More troublesome than a sorceress with only power or the ‘Dragon Person’ race! You, who disrupt the ‘Final Festival’ with your impudence! Prepare yourself! Divine punishment will surely befall you!!”

“Divine punishment!? Oh, my! How wonderful! I’m looking forward to it! Haha, I wish the punishment would come quickly! I won’t lose next time, Kanami!! If possible, I want to face you directly, that’s my ‘honest’ true feeling! That’s right, thanks to Nosfy-kun, I can now accept my ‘honest’ feelings! Now, I understand Nosfy-kun’s feelings very well! Kanami! Ah, Kanami! Let’s have a match! I can’t wait to defeat you and see your frustrated face!! Haha, I want to see it, I really want to see it!! Hahaha hahaha!!”

As Diplakla pointed to the sky, Elmirad spread his hands towards the heavens expectantly.
That gesture reminded me of Nosfy Fuziaze, the “Thief of Principles of Light,” who had once brainwashed us.

“You!! Do not utter that name so lightly!! Do not carelessly speak the Lord’s name!!”

“Ah, that’s right! These are the words ‘Aikawa Kanami’ said! I haven’t forgotten that he promised I could challenge him anytime! So, I won’t allow you to leave on your own when the match isn’t even over yet! Until the day I defeat you! It’s good to become stronger, but I won’t allow you to run away after winning! Ah, Kanami, are you listening!? Can you see me, who doesn’t forgive you, Kanami!!”

As soon as his fiancée Snow disappeared, Elmirad was in top form.
Though in a different way than Diplakla, he too was fanatically devoted, deserving to be called a “Kanami worshipper.”

And, vying with Elmirad’s fanatical fervor, Diplakla, for some reason, became more competitive.

“Ah, Lord!! Please, hear my plea! There is no need for you to look at such an impudent person! Before troubling your divine hand, your most loyal servant and ally, Diplakla! This Diplakla will eliminate Elmirad Siddharuku and punish the villain who defiled the temple! Please bestow your divine protection upon us!!”
“Aah, Kanami! If you’re going to do it, do it with divine punishment as well as blessings! You know, right?! Since it’s a duel with a legendary Apostle, I want to make a comeback from an overwhelming disadvantage!!”

“A duel?! Hah, do you think I’ll let you buy time! I’ll finish you off quickly, you heretic! –Wood Growth!”

“Buying time? Diplakla, what are you talking about? It sounds like you’re assuming we’re going to lose! Let me tell you, I’ve never fought without believing I could win! Today especially, I have a premonition of certain victory against Kanami!”

“You’re trifling with the name of God again!”

Despite being on opposite sides, their exchanges were perfectly synchronized.
Thus, without any formal declaration, an aura of a duel naturally formed.
It was a convergence of their interests: the desire to eliminate the enemy before them, here and now.

Diplakla prayed for certain victory, drawing up the blood from the ground, draining the surrounding life force, and continuously casting enhancement magic.
Elmiraud foresaw his victory, stroking the fur of his mutated arm, making his flickering hair sway in the white rainbow’s magic.
Both began to prepare for the duel, taking their time.

I was a little dumbfounded.
Unable to blend with their unique atmosphere, I watched from a distance.
At the edge of my vision, for a moment.
I thought I saw a black shadow pass by–

“–Radiant! That’s good!!”

My attempt to gather strength in my legs to chase after the swift black shadow was halted.

Elmiraud averted his gaze from his dueling opponent and shouted a strong denial.
The confident expression he had moments ago was gone, replaced by an anxious face as he shook his head.

So, the one who went to the labyrinth just now was an acquaintance of Lord Siddharuku? No, that’s not right. Following the ‘Meteor Strike’ just now, it must be Snow-sama’s–

That’s right.
It’s a man who shouldn’t be absent. When Elmiraud appeared, he said, “I can’t overlook this,” but the truth is–Never mind. I shouldn’t think about it. As the Reaper also said, thinking too much leads to being read.

I immediately stopped my苦手 calculations and thoughts, ran up as close as I could behind Elmiraud, and called out to him.

“…I’m sorry, Lord Siddharuku. It seems my inadequacy has gotten in the way of your wonderful Plan.”

Elmiraud’s eloquence up to this point had a reason.
I had carelessly followed with my eyes what he had gone to such lengths to hide, bringing this many people and making such elaborate arrangements.

“No, Radiant. It’s fine. We didn’t coordinate beforehand, so it can’t be helped. The key to countering Kanami’s “Future Sight” is to create a situation no one anticipates… basically, it’s a premise that everyone involved will be in total chaos.”

He smiled and reassured me, telling me not to worry.
His brilliant long hair and white rainbow magic reminded me of a certain young lady.
For various reasons, I bit my lip.

“We both have much to regret. But for now, let’s look forward. There are many opportunities to redeem ourselves in this “Final Festival.” Especially, the great task of capturing Princess Kuuneru is something only we can do.”

“Princess Kuuneru? When I defeated all the “Blood Knights,” she was already gone… and you abandoned Lord Diplakla so easily.”

“That’s what makes things troublesome. If we fail to capture Knight Queiger carrying Princess Kuuneru today, it will become extremely problematic. Even if someone defeats Seldra and Kanami, as long as she remains on the ground, the “Final Festival” will repeat endlessly.”

While they exchanged information, the Apostle Diplakla before them continued to mutate further.
From past middle age, through a mature man, and then younger.
He was trying to reach the best possible individual by layering magic onto his innate special body—but Elmiraud muttered to me, so only I could hear, that such things were beneath his notice.

“That “Vampire Race” princess is Kanami’s final insurance. After all, she was chosen by “Future Sight” as worthy of being entrusted with the entire world. The one who truly holds the threat of a thousand years is not the legendary Apostle, but her. After all, like that Tiara, she has the patience to wait until an obstacle dies of old age.”

Her evaluation surpassed even Kanami and Seldra, the enemy’s main forces, and was close to that of Kanami’s sister and Saint Tiara.

I understood what he meant.
She alone was competing on a different playing field, not through battle.
She would use her thousand years of connections and wealth, along with overwhelming advertising, to guide the “Final Festival” to success, regardless of who won or lost.
The current heroic deeds of Snow-sama, distinguishing between “strong people” and “weak people,” were merely one of countless scales—this was the reality that Kunel Chronicle Shuls Regia Ingrid would show us.

“The battle is… still far from over, isn’t it?”

“Ah, it’s not over yet. Precisely because things have been going smoothly so far, we still haven’t surpassed Kanami’s “Plan” at all. Everything up to this point, including myself, has been too conventional.”

“I agree. To break free from the ‘magic that draws in convenient futures’ that Nosfy-sama mentioned, we need much bigger accidents to happen…”

“I do have a suspicion about that. But first, we need to resolve the problem right in front of us.”

In the direction of his gaze, Diplakla, having finished his enhancement magic, stood imposingly, as if mimicking Elmiraud from earlier.
His shoulders shaking as he laughed, “Hahaha,” there was no trace of the old man he once was.

He stood about two meters tall, with an androgynous beauty, dark red long hair, and a strikingly captivating face.

However, the rest of him was so monstrous that his handsome features only made him more unsettling.

Compared to his torso, his limbs were abnormally long. Each limb had three joints, making them appear three times longer than a normal person’s. The size ratio to his torso was reminiscent of an insect, completely unbalanced. Blood-soaked branches grew from his shoulders, and a giant halo floated above his head. If seen from a distance, one might mistake him for a tall, male-leaning angel, but to me, he was merely a grotesque monster.

And as I looked into his dual eyes, which seemed to wander in search of a god, I doubted if he even remembered his original purpose.

This was the man called Diplakla, the Apostle of Knowledge and Moderation—or rather, the man within. The approachable, kind old man’s appearance was merely the ‘skin’ he was born with, a role he played.

I had heard a little about the Apostle’s past. I could also infer his true age and mental age. I pitied him a little, this warped interior that had been neglected and abandoned by its creator.

But then, I quickly changed my mind and shook my head. This interior was his precious life, his pride—and for us, it was also something important.

“Snow-sama tried to persuade that Diplakla-sama and bring him to our side… Do you have a chance of winning against him?”

Frankly, Diplakla’s current form would be more necessary for Kanami’s strategy than Snow-sama’s logic of strength. That was why I remembered Lady Rustiara’s dying words: “Not one person alone, not as allies or enemies, but ‘everyone together’,” and refocused myself.

“I’ll pretend to start dungeon exploration now. However, if possible, I want to avoid defeating the Apostle, provoke him continuously, and successfully rendezvous with the Cathedral’s detachment.”

“The Cathedral’s detachment… Understood. I had business there myself.”

I sympathized with Elmiraud, who implicitly confessed that he couldn’t do it alone, and decided to cooperate. I stood beside Elmiraud in front of the members of Guild ‘Supreme’ and ‘Epic Seeker,’ facing the mutated Apostle Diplakla.

Around them, the ‘Magic Stone Humans’ and knights were still confused and murmuring. Snow-sama had already said everything, so there was nothing more for me to say.

—Now, everyone just has to walk through this ‘Final Festival’ with all their might.

As I reconfirmed this, more blood began to spill from the rift in the labyrinth before my eyes.

Furthermore, a particularly loud ‘Dragon’s Roar’ echoed. It seemed that the battle was about to begin over there as well. The battle between ‘Dragon People’ and ‘Dragon People’—

I continued to fly.
Beyond the blue sky.
Beyond the entrance to the labyrinth.
Freely, as high as I could go.

Freed from gravity and inertia, I no longer had the concept of up or down. I flew straight into the labyrinth, continuing to soar towards the ‘Deepest Part.’

As expected, the labyrinth was filled with plenty of blood. At first, it looked like the cave-style labyrinth I knew. However, there were no familiar monsters, only things that seemed like failed ‘Blood Dolls.’ Furthermore, the floors separating the layers were very fragile and easy to break through. So, I ruthlessly broke through about thirty layers—and beyond that, it was the bottom of a sea of blood. There were no hastily constructed false layers, just a giant hole filled with blood.

I continued to fly through the hole, parting the blood. To me, it felt like flying through an infinitely expanding red sky.

It seemed the rumored ‘Blood Land’ had merged with the labyrinth. I continued to flap my wings, eager to break through. Ever since activating “Wishing on a Shooting Star,” I had been accelerating continuously. My body felt the constant breaking through the limits of ‘speed.’ If this were intercontinental travel, I would have already flown the distance from the Allied Nations to the Mainland.

—However, the red sky never ended.

I protected my head with both arms, continuing to swing my tail as if swimming. Flapping, flapping, flapping—

“—Father, Mother, listen—”

I heard a voice. Even at this high speed, I was surprised by the clear voice.

“What!?”
“—Hey. Why was I born—”

As the voice questioned me—no, it had a melody. This was a song. Suddenly, a song began to be heard in the sea of blood. A strange song. It was very cheerful and lively, yet dark, grotesque, and cruel.

“—Mother killed me. Father ate me—”

I knew it was a vibration caused by magic, as I excelled in all attributes. I also intuitively felt that it was not just a magical vibration. It sounded like singing, but it was also chanting a spell name, and at the same time, it was an ‘Incantation.’ Furthermore, it felt like a ‘Curse’ that not only demanded a ‘Price’ but also extracted something.

It was undoubtedly a spell I had never encountered before. There was nothing in the curriculum of the Academy, nor in the wisdom of the ‘Dragon People,’ nor in the experience of explorers that corresponded to ‘Song Magic.’ It was likely the newest, the oldest—or perhaps, both at once.

Sensing danger, I tried to counter it, but I quickly realized it was futile. The song was propagating throughout the entire sea of blood. No matter how much I unleashed a ‘Dragon’s Roar’ or ‘Dragon’s Wind,’ my eardrums were inevitably shaken.

“—Therefore, a mop with a handle—and a liquid mop—to the cleaning tools that gnawed and counted the blood—”

The unblockable song gradually descended into madness. I couldn’t understand the lyrics. Or rather, I understood the meaning of each word, but I couldn’t grasp the meaning of the lyrics as a whole.
The incomprehensible lyrics were further marred by the addition of unpleasant noise.

“—I regretted it beneath the floor—”
“—Ghastly flies swarm, roasting—”
“—Tell me, that’s what I was taught—, I died, I died, I died—”

The song, coated in noise, went mad.
Mad and mad and mad, until it went completely mad.

“—It’s your fault that [REDACTED] died. Snow [REDACTED]—”

I could hear it.
Suddenly, I could understand.
My name was called.

“—?!”

It was a voice I recognized. I had to.
Because that voice was—

“—Snow [REDACTED]. Ah, why… Why did you leave the village? If you had just stayed, the village wouldn’t have been destroyed. No one would have died. You killed them—”

It was the voice of my deceased blood relative from my childhood.
Then, like a round, the voices of the dragon village’s relatives asking, “—Why?” continued and overlapped.

It wasn’t just that.
Further voices piled on, spanning across ages.

“—Snow-chan. Why did you try to become a hero? If you hadn’t rushed to seek honor and glory… On that day, no guild members would have died. You killed them all—”

More voices of the dead.
It was the voice of the Guild Master of “Epic Seeker,” the guild I belonged to in my childhood.
Naturally, from within, the voices of the deceased guild members saying, “—If only you weren’t here,” overlapped, and finally—

“—Hey. Why did you run to me? If you hadn’t fled to my village, no one would have targeted you. Caught in the conflict to snatch you away, we—”

It was the voice of a dear friend lost to the past.
It was the voice of a girl from a small village I fled to after escaping the Walker family.
Naturally, the villagers who were sacrificed at that time also overlapped, saying, “—Died. Died because of you.”

Vibrations filled all of the red sky.
There was no escape.
Covering my ears was meaningless.
The vibrations striking my entire body from all directions continued.

I looked around, searching for the source.
It no longer resembled a labyrinth at all.
The red-dyed sky—no, at the bottom of the sea of blood, many “Blood Dolls” who died because of me were floating and writhing, continuously spitting curses.

As if to cool my heat and momentum up to this point.
As if to mock my hero game on the ground.
The people who died due to my mistakes continued to blame me.

Now, my speed could be called the highest in human history.
Yet, I couldn’t shake off the surrounding “Blood Dolls.”
No matter how much I flew, the red sky continued to narrow, and the “Blood Dolls” drew nearer.

In an abnormal sense of confinement.
The hands of the “Blood Dolls” reached out.

They were so far away, yet they easily grabbed my feet, which were flying so fast.
And then, downwards.
It wasn’t that I was flying upwards, but that I was sinking downwards, a voice inviting me to my ruined homeland—

“—If you hadn’t existed, we would be alive. We surely could have been ‘happy’—”
“—……—”

I didn’t try to shake them off.
I didn’t pretend not to hear.

—Because those hands were warm.

If it was only this much, I had been listening to it myself for a long time, even without mental magic.
I had been confirming it continuously for many years by my own will.
So, after giving a short “Yes,” I responded to the voice.

“—I couldn’t protect them. I couldn’t save them. Many died because of me.”

This was an unchangeable fact.
The hands that grabbed my feet couldn’t make it “as if it never happened.”

“—I am hated. I am disliked. I will surely be cursed until I die.”

This too was an undeniable fact.
That’s why, until I met Kanami and Rustiara, I couldn’t fly.

“—Still, I want to try my best. I want to look up at the sky without giving up. Because I’m sure the people I love deeply wouldn’t want to see me cowering. They’d want to see me continue flying endlessly, I believe that—”

It wasn’t just curses that filled the world, my companions taught me.
So, now, I felt like I could hear even faint voices from far away.
It was—

“—Snow, fly high. With the pride of your clan—” “—You are the true hero we sought—” “—So, please, Snow-chan, be happy for me too—”

Were these convenient “auditory hallucinations”?
Or was it a “Connection” of souls?

No one would ever know for sure.
It was a choice I had to make myself.

But I remembered that there were indeed people who said that to me.
There were people who, even in death, entrusted their feelings to me.
Because I continue to believe that those people I loved so much believed in me.

“—I’m sorry!! I’ll fly for all of you! So please, keep cursing me! Don’t let me go—!!”

I screamed that and increased my flying power.
Not to be dragged down, but to drag them along, I powered upwards, strongly, high, up.
Up, up, up, I continued to fly.
I resolved to fly until my body burned out—

“—Ah, Snow-san—”

Separate from the magical songs and voices up to this point, I felt like I heard a completely new vibration.
It was a voice saying, “You always believed in me, who believes in being believed in.”
The closest, kindest, and most nostalgic voice returned—

—I broke through.

With the sensation of breaking through another soft wall, the red sky cleared instantly.
Before me stretched a black, stone wall.

In its center, a man stood, surrounded by mountains of books.

A Dragon Person with blue hair.

So, this is it—

I immediately grasped the battlefield. It was vast, and dim.

The height, perhaps twenty floors of the labyrinth. The width, seemingly endless.

Observing the black stone walls in the sky—no, the labyrinth’s floor, I saw areas of glass and scorched marks scattered about.

These remnants of fierce battle evoked not fear, but pride within me. They were proof of my half-sister, Maria Walker. Because of that, I could be certain.

—This is the 99th floor.

Having found my answer, I returned my gaze. The man standing in the center was preparing to unfurl wings as massive as my own.

Our eyes met.

Simultaneously, my throat trembled.

“—Magic《Fly Rosophia》.”
“—Magic《Fly Rosophia》.”

The vibration of the magic name passed through my shoulders and back, causing my unfurled wings to tremble greatly. The rapid vibrations blurred their outlines. They emitted intense heat, and malevolent magic swirled. They transformed into vibrating weapons capable of destruction upon mere contact.

—My Dragon Wings had mutated, not for flight, but for combat.

Furthermore, changes began to appear not just in my wings, but in my limbs as well. The smoky blood rising from my skin became Dragon Scales, protecting my forearms and shins like gauntlets and greaves, while my limbs within swelled like Sera’s and Elmiraud’s.

The residual shockwaves generated by the mutations of both of us, in their very process, unleashed forces comparable to the high-level magic spells《Dragoon Wave》and《Impulse Howling》in all directions. In terms of scale, their power could easily blow away the Allied Nations. That was precisely why I had been holding back until now. Holding back, holding back, holding back—

—Now, I unleash it.

I launch myself forward with the momentum of Meteor Strike!

“Selldraaa! Evil Maaagiccc—!!”

Selldra—laughing—

“Kuhah! Kuhahaha! Ahaha, ahahahahahaha Hahahahahaha!! I could hear you clamoring all the way here! Of course, I’d be ready, prepared, and standing in your way to cause trouble!!”

He intercepts.

Dragon Person clashes with Dragon Person.

A shockwave, easily surpassing all previous vibrations, filled the entire 99th floor. It was like a meteor impact, as if all the air in the vast space was being pushed away—

Silence descended. It felt as though time had stopped.

Then, after a beat, the 99th floor began to shake. Naturally, not just the ground, but the entire space violently shook left, right, forward, and back. The mountains of books around Selldra were pulverized, and large craters formed in the stone ground where I stood.

“—!”

Shallow. I had intended to punch a hole through the stars. Yet, the crater, only about a meter deep, formed an area no larger than a town.

Even considering Selldra’s interference, the ground was abnormally hard. However, that hardness told me that he was here.

Because he is here, he is protecting. The man who protected the Queen of the North, Titty, a thousand years ago. The man who is now protecting the King of the World, Kanami. A Dragon Person possessing the strength to boast of “protecting” those two, is now standing in my way.

This Selldra Quinfirion is a legend amongst legends. This man undoubtedly surpasses me, who just acted as a legendary hero on the surface, in every conceivable way.

Selldra, having intercepted my flying kick, laughs with delight, “Ahaha.” Simultaneously, he sneers suggestively, “Kuhaha.” He continues his seemingly forced “fake laughter” cheerfully, enjoyably, gleefully, “Ahaha, kuhaha, kufufu, fuhaha,” as if it were all just a performance.

I could sense, because it was me, that this man had also “failed again.” His spirit must have been broken by a curse far more profound than the curses I had heard before. So, I understood his desire to just go with the flow and continue to take it easy.

“Selldra!! Are you Kanami’s gatekeeper!?”
“That’s right, my descendant!! No, my ‘younglings from the village’ are my descendants!! I, Selldra Quinfirion, the most greedy of races, have been entrusted by the gods to be the gatekeeper of the 99th floor! Know this: if you cannot defeat me, the Strongest creature, you have no right to an audience with our god!!”

As his self-introduction stated, among the Thieves of Principles, he is the Strongest.

—That is precisely why I will do it.

Snow Walker, who had been running away from Thieves of Principles until now, will finally crush Selldra Quinfirion, the Thief of Nothingness. I implore you to be the one to read, to witness, to know the conclusion of this story. That I have been conserved until today for this very moment, right NOW!!

“Good eyes! You haven’t lost your spirit despite the mental interference from Blood Land! Too bad for you, Neisha!! This adorable descendant, Snow Walker, was destined to fight me! By the sacred Purple Thread of our god!!”

My body, having lost the momentum of Meteor Strike, floats gently. Instantly, I twist mid-air and bring my right arm back for a mighty swing.

“That is why I will bash you! Selldra!!”
“Ah! Come on, with all your might!! If you truly are a Hero!!”

It is precisely because my opponent is Selldra.
For the first time in my life, I was able to punch with true intent.

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