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{Ember POV}
Winter had finally arrived, and the temperature had dropped sharply over the past few days.
The chill in the air bit through even the thickest cloak, and the Gods had already declared that this year's snowfall would be particularly heavy.
I still didn't really understand how they knew that.
Apparently, they used a combination of "science" and some kind of divine weather prediction techniques—something so advanced that most people just shrugged and said, "Just your usual God stuff that nobody understands."
But as someone who actually understood a bit about science and how the world worked, I could make a decent guess.
It wasn't some mysterious divine intuition—more likely, it was the result of countless millennia of experience.
After all, these were beings who had literally created Tenkai; predicting a few seasonal changes on the mortal plane probably wasn't too difficult for them.
With such vast knowledge, they could likely estimate the probability of weather patterns with terrifying accuracy.
"Damn, that hits the spot!" said Chad—not that he was very "Chad-like" in any sense—as he downed an entire oversized mug of beer in one go. Foam spilled over the rim as he slammed the cup down with a satisfied grin.
"Teth, you don't know what you're missing! You've got to try this—it's good stuff!" Bosh said cheerfully, raising his own cup.
I gave him a flat look while chewing on a piece of roasted chicken. "Don't start giving me nicknames. I don't like that," I said evenly.
"Too late!" Aika laughed, already slurring slightly as he poured himself another drink.
"From now on, we're calling you Teth! Or Tet for short! Your full name's way too long to say every time, man!"
My eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
I knew immediately that this was a lost cause.
Once Aika started something, there was no stopping him.
Across the table, Amalda sighed softly and gave me a small, apologetic smile as if to say, I tried.
I could only shrug in resignation and let it go.
"Our hunt today went quite well," said Newton, who had been silent for most of the evening. He set down his drink and stretched, clearly satisfied with the day's work.
"Indeed," I replied, nodding slightly.
"Though I have to admit, I'm a bit concerned about the weather. It's getting colder than I expected."
"Ugh, tell me about it," grumbled Mika, rubbing her hands together for warmth.
"I don't like winter—it makes hunting such a pain. Everything slows down, and even the monsters seem to hate the cold."
Amalda nodded in agreement.
"It's going to get rough. Tracking in the snow is hard enough, but setting up camp in freezing wind is even worse," she muttered.
Before anyone could respond, Chad leaned forward dramatically, puffing out his chest.
"Miss Amalda, with me around, you don't have to worry about a thing!" he declared proudly.
"If you ever feel tired or too cold, I'll gladly carry you myself!"
Amalda gave him a deadpan stare that made Chad's grin freeze instantly.
Her expression said it all—complete lack of interest mixed with mild irritation.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, CHAD," she said, deliberately emphasizing his name with a mocking tone.
The poor guy deflated like a punctured balloon, lowering his head in defeat after yet another failed attempt to impress her.
I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
'What's this guy even doing?', He really thought he was some kind of "Chad," but he clearly wasn't living up to the name.
Unfortunately for him, his dream of wooing Amalda was likely to remain just that—a dream.
From what I had observed, she wasn't even remotely interested in him.
In fact, she seemed to have this stubborn belief that she should marry another elf to preserve the so-called "pure Elven lineage."
Yeah, that's a load of bullshit if you ask me.
Elves and their obsession with bloodlines—it's exhausting.
(A/N: BRO, you are a fricking High-Elf 😭😭😭)
I finished off the last piece of hot bread, savoring its warmth before washing it down with the final gulp of milk.
"I've eaten," I said casually, placing the wooden plate and cup neatly on the tray.
Carrying it to the kitchen, I set it down where it belonged.
"Sir Tithonus, you're sweet as always," came the familiar warm voice of Miss Naria, the elderly woman who ran the inn.
"You're the only one who actually brings the dirty dishes back to the kitchen instead of leaving them on the table."
"Miss Naria, that's just basic decency," I replied simply.
She smiled, clearly pleased with my response, and nodded.
"Indeed. Unlike these ruffians who can't seem to notice that I'm already too old to be running around after them," she said with an exaggerated sigh.
A few of the adventurers sitting nearby nearly choked on their drinks.
"Hey, granny! It's not our fault that Mister Handsome Elf over there is such a polite gentleman!" one of them protested with a grin.
"Besides, isn't it the staff's duty to take care of empty dishes?"
"Oh? So you're blind now, huh?" Miss Naria snapped back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Can't you see the only people working here are an old woman in her sixties and her poor overworked grandson?"
The room went quiet for a second, a few awkward laughs slipping out.
"The younger people these days have no sense of responsibility, or even a hint of respect toward their elders," she continued, shaking her head in mock disappointment.
Some of them tried to argue, saying she should just hire more help, but she quickly shut them down with a snort.
"I would hire more people if any of them were actually responsible enough to last more than two days," she said with a glare that made them all sink in their seats.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the familiar scene.
Grabbing my cloak, I gave Miss Naria a polite nod.
"Thank you for the meal. I'll be heading out," I said, and she waved me off with a kind smile.
Stepping outside, the cold air hit me immediately.
My boots sank slightly into the fresh layer of snow as I walked out onto the street.
Taking a deep breath, I watched the gentle white flakes drifting down from the sky.
"It's snowing," I muttered under my breath.
Rubbing my forearms for warmth, I realized just how thin my clothes were.
Out of everyone staying at the inn, I was probably dressed the lightest.
Not because I was poor—far from it—but because my genius self thought it would be a great idea to "train" my resistance to cold.
Yeah… smart me.
'Well, it's honestly not as bad as I thought it would be, probably because I'm an adventurer,' I thought to myself while walking through the quiet, snow-covered street toward my house.
The chill in the air was sharp, but not unbearable.
The lamps hanging outside the houses gave off a soft, golden glow, illuminating the path and creating a strangely peaceful atmosphere.
My boots crunched lightly against the snow as I moved at a calm pace, glancing up at the dark sky dotted with faint stars.
I couldn't help but admire the sight.
In my previous life, I had never seen something like this—not even close.
Snow?
Peaceful streets?
Forget it.
In that overpopulated country, even finding a quiet patch of sky without smog was a miracle.
The constant noise, traffic, and people had left no room for moments like these.
Yeah, I thought bitterly, peace in nature was a pipe dream back then.
I continued walking, hands in my pockets, when I noticed a strange shape lying motionless on the snow ahead. My instincts kicked in, and I quickly jogged forward. As I got closer, the figure became clearer—slender build, long hair, and… wait a second. My eyes widened in disbelief when I turned her face toward me.
"Goddess Aschelois?!" I exclaimed in shock. Of all people, why was she here—lying in the middle of the street like a passed-out drunk? I looked around, scanning the surroundings for anyone else, but the entire street was empty. "What the heck is she doing lying here?" I muttered under my breath, still baffled by the absurdity of the situation.
I knelt beside her, noticing the faint red hue on her cheeks, and sighed. "Don't tell me she's drunk again…" I reached out and gently placed my hand on her forehead to check for a fever, half-expecting her to be burning up. To my relief, her temperature was perfectly normal. "Okay, at least she's not sick," I murmured.
Now the problem was—how the hell was I supposed to wake up a Goddess? I scratched my cheek, unsure if I should lightly tap her or risk giving her a slap. "Yeah, let's not do that," I muttered. "Last thing I need is accidentally sending her back to Heaven with a slap."
I decided to go with the gentler option and tapped her cheek lightly. To my utter surprise, she smiled beautifully, as if enjoying the touch. I froze for a moment and deadpanned, "Stop pretending."
Her eyes fluttered open immediately, and she looked at me with that trademark mischievous grin of hers. "Teehee~ you caught me!" she said cheerfully before standing up and brushing the snow off her clothes as if nothing had happened.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Now, would you kindly tell me why you were doing that? Or should I just dump you straight at your Familia's doorstep?"
"Ara, ara~ so cold~," she said teasingly, making a slightly erotic expression that made me want to facepalm. "The cold air makes me feel… hotter."
I had had enough. Without hesitation, I bent down and grabbed her, hoisting her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Wha—Hey! Fine! I surrender! I lose! Now put me down already!" she complained, squirming in protest.
I dropped her gently onto her feet, and she crossed her arms with a pout. "Hmph! You know, others would die just to be in the presence of someone as beautiful as me! And here you are, carrying me like I'm some common luggage!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Now stop overreacting and tell me, Goddess Aschelois—what exactly was your motive behind this ridiculous act?"
She put a finger on her chin and gave me an exaggerated pout. "You're a hot elf, and I'm a beautiful Goddess! Shouldn't there be a forbidden romance between us?" she declared proudly, as if the very law of Heaven demanded it.
I stared at her blankly for a few seconds before replying flatly, "I have no interest in you."
Her entire face froze in shock, and she looked like she'd just been stabbed through the heart. "Damn it! My forbidden romance story ended before it even began!" she whined dramatically, her shoulders drooping like a child whose toy had just been taken away.
I sighed and ignored her theatrics as I guided her back toward her Familia house. She followed reluctantly, grumbling to herself along the way.
When we finally reached her place, I looked up at the massive wooden structure before us. The building was partly made of stone at its base, giving it a solid, sturdy look. Honestly, it was impressive—especially for a town like this. The size and design were good enough to rival estates found in small cities.
I looked at the two adventurers standing guard at the entrance.
The moment they noticed me, one of them pointed his spear directly at me and shouted, "Wait a second! Why the hell are you carrying our Goddess like that?!"
I let out a long sigh, resisting the strong urge to throw their so-called Goddess right at their faces.
Before I could even respond, Aschelois suddenly yelled out, "Hey, stop right there! I'm not in the mood for some cliché face-slap scene right now! This rejected Goddess needs a bit of alone time and definitely doesn't have the patience for unnecessary drama."
Before anyone could react, she slipped free from my grasp, landing lightly on her feet.
Then, without any hesitation, she marched up to her two guards and smacked both of them on their heads hard enough to make a thunk sound.
"Hmph! You two really need to pull up your game, Guards A and B," she said in a scolding tone, hands on her hips.
"Stop acting like background extras! Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is for me when my own guards look like they've been picked straight out of a random filler episode? You'll put my name to shame acting like that!"
The two guards could only stare blankly at each other, utterly confused about what they had done wrong.
They simply nodded along, probably afraid of making things worse.
Meanwhile, I stood there barely keeping myself from laughing.
The situation was just too ridiculous.
"So tell me, Goddess Aschelois," I asked once she was done lecturing her men, "was that your real motive for pulling that stupid stunt earlier?"
She turned back to me with an exaggeratedly proud smile.
"Of course! I've been reading a ton of romance stories lately, and one of them was about this noble Elf falling in love with a common human girl. It was soooo good! So I thought—why not try out that kind of forbidden romance myself?" she said, puffing her chest out as if it was the most logical reasoning in the world.
"Seriously?" I muttered, letting out an irritated grunt.
Her smile faltered instantly, and her expression turned dramatic.
"My forbidden romance story ended before it even began!" she cried, fake tears pooling in her eyes.
"Sniff sniff Mister Handsome Elf, don't worry! We'll definitely get married in our next life!"
I didn't even bother replying.
The moment I heard that line, I turned around and left, walking faster than usual.
'Damn it,' I thought to myself, 'why are all these Gods so weird? Were they all a bunch of otakus before they came to be or something?'
After finally escaping that bizarre Goddess, the next day I decided to head out hunting in the forest alone.
The rest of my party had taken the day off due to the worsening weather, but I wasn't planning to waste time.
Even if the cold was biting, training and fighting monsters was still the best way to grow stronger.
Of course, I made sure not to go too deep into the forest—it would be downright suicidal to do that alone.
I crouched low as I moved through the snow-covered terrain, careful with each step.
The ground crunched beneath my boots, and the trees were weighed down heavily with layers of snow, making movement slower and visibility worse.
After a few minutes of quiet observation, I finally spotted a small group of kobolds huddled together near a half-frozen stream.
Drawing my weapon, I silently approached from the side, using the snow and trees as cover.
Once I got close enough, I took an advantageous position and struck first.
My blade slashed through the nearest kobold, tearing through its abdomen before it even realized I was there.
The others snarled in rage, lunging toward me with their crude weapons, but they were too slow.
I sidestepped their clumsy attacks with ease, countering with precise strikes.
Each swing cut through flesh and fur cleanly, and in less than half a minute, the last kobold collapsed with a dull thud.
I exhaled softly, lowering my weapon as the snow absorbed the faint traces of blood.
"They're really no longer a challenge, huh," I muttered, staring at the pile of kobold corpses scattered across the snow.
I had just killed nine of them in less than ten seconds, and honestly, it barely even made me break a sweat.
Their movements were predictable, their attacks slow—nothing about the fight had been remotely exciting.
I sighed and pulled out my dagger, crouching down to start extracting their magic stones when a deep, guttural roar echoed through the forest.
Instantly, my body tensed.
I shoved the dagger back into its sheath and drew my sword, backing up a few steps as the bushes ahead began to shake violently.
A moment later, a group of a dozen or so orcs emerged, each one larger and uglier than the last.
'Great,' I thought dryly, eyeing their bulging muscles and thick clubs.
'There's so many of them.'
Still, a grin crept onto my face.
"Guess this might actually be fun," I said to myself and started running backward, chanting under my breath.
I had to make sure I wasn't surrounded before I attacked.
The snow crunched beneath my boots as I maneuvered through the trees, putting some distance between me and the orcs.
Once I found an open area with enough room to move freely, I turned around to face them.
The ground trembled slightly as the orcs charged, roaring furiously, their heavy feet stomping through the snow.
Perfect.
I finished my chant and raised my hand.
Blue flames burst forth, distorting the air with their heat as they rushed toward the orcs.
The impact was explosive—seven of them were instantly reduced to charred corpses, and the remaining few staggered, heavily wounded and disoriented.
Not wasting a second, I dashed forward, my sword cutting through the air with a sharp whistle.
I swung horizontally, beheading one orc in a clean strike.
Before the next one could react, I thrust my blade straight through its skull, feeling the resistance as the blade shattered its magic stone.
Another orc lunged at me from the side, but I sidestepped, slicing through its torso before spinning around to avoid another incoming attack.
An orc's massive arm swung toward me, and I narrowly ducked under it, countering with a quick strike that severed its limb clean off.
Its pained roar was cut short as I drove my blade straight through the back of its neck.
When the last orc dropped, silence returned to the forest, broken only by the faint sound of the wind.
I stood still for a few seconds, breathing deeply, listening for any other movement.
Nothing.
No growls, no footsteps—just quiet.
"All dead," I muttered, finally lowering my sword.
Relief washed over me, though only for a moment.
I quickly went to work, collecting their magic stones and checking their bodies for any drop items.
Along with the kobold stones, the total haul wasn't bad—plus, I found three items worth keeping.
I wiped my blade clean on the snow and continued walking deeper into the forest, keeping my guard up.
After a while, I came across another clearing, but this time, I stopped the moment I saw them—a pack of Hellhounds prowling in the snow ahead.
"This is going to be tough," I muttered under my breath.
Without wasting time, I climbed up a nearby tree, the bark cold under my fingers.
Hellhounds weren't a joke.
In my opinion, they were even tougher to deal with than Minotaurs, especially in groups.
Their fire breath and agility made them deadly opponents in open terrain.
Thankfully, I had my bow and quiver strapped to my back—my trusty royal bow, sturdy and powerful enough to handle monsters of level four strength without breaking.
I crouched on the branch and quietly counted.
'Five of them,' I thought to myself.
Five Hellhounds meant I couldn't afford any mistakes.
I pulled out my bow and checked the string.
Still tight and firm.
My arrows were in good condition too.
I nocked three arrows at once, pulling the bowstring back until I felt the tension vibrate.
Below me, the Hellhounds were growling and barking, flames occasionally flickering from their mouths.
They clearly sensed me but couldn't pinpoint my exact location yet.
I waited patiently, my eyes tracking their movements.
The moment three of them aligned within my line of sight, I exhaled and released the bowstring.
SwooshSwooshSwoosh
The arrows sliced through the cold air.
One struck cleanly through a Hellhound's eye, dropping it dead instantly.
The second arrow pierced another's head, making it howl in agony and collapse soon after.
The third arrow, however, only grazed the side of one's neck, leaving a shallow wound.
I didn't hesitate—I quickly pulled out another arrow, drew the string back, and fired again.
The shot hit true, piercing through the fourth Hellhound's eye.
It yelped once before collapsing to the ground.
"Groowlll!!" A massive burst of fire shot toward me, the air around it rippling with heat.
Without wasting a single second, I leaped off the tree branch, barely dodging the attack as it exploded against the trunk I had just been standing on.
Splinters and embers flew everywhere.
The Hellhounds had locked their fiery gazes on me now.
Three of them remained—one severely injured and two still nearly at full strength.
"Great… just what I needed," I muttered and immediately started running, snow crunching beneath my boots.
As I ran, I began chanting under my breath, "O' Flames of Legends…"
The spell's energy started building in my core, but before I could finish, two of the Hellhounds unleashed simultaneous fireballs at me.
I rolled to the side, narrowly dodging as the blasts scorched the ground where I had just been standing.
My lungs burned from the exertion, but I didn't stop.
I sprinted toward a large tree, jumped onto its trunk, and used it as a springboard to propel myself backward.
Mid-air, I twisted my body into a backflip and drove my sword straight through the skull of one of the Hellhounds as I landed.
"Zing!" The blade vibrated as it pierced through, the Hellhound collapsing with a weak whimper.
Before I could pull my sword out, another searing ball of fire came flying at me from the remaining two Hellhounds.
I was forced to abandon the sword, diving to the side as the fireball grazed past me, the heat licking my cheek.
Without hesitation, I reached behind my back and grabbed my short wand.
Pointing it at the beasts, I shouted having finished my chanting, "Cremation!!"
A torrent of blue flames burst forth from the wand's tip, roaring like a living entity.
The two Hellhounds countered with their own attacks, spewing twin fireballs toward me—but my spell's power was far greater.
My flames devoured theirs mid-air, pushing through and engulfing both monsters completely.
Their howls of agony echoed through the forest before their bodies turned to ash and cinders, leaving behind faint trails of smoke.
I stood there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, my body trembling slightly from the strain.
The area fell silent once again.
Only the faint crackle of the burning remains and the soft whistle of wind through the trees remained.
Once I confirmed that they were truly dead, I quickly ran back to the fallen Hellhound, yanked my sword free from its skull, and then climbed back up a nearby tree to regain some vantage and safety.
Perched there, I scanned the area carefully.
My eyes darted from one direction to another, my ears tuned to any possible sound of movement.
Nothing.
No growls, no rustling, no footsteps.
'None,' I thought, finally allowing my tense shoulders to relax slightly.
I took out a small potion tube from my belt and noticed one of them had cracked during the fight, leaking some of its contents.
I sighed in frustration.
'Great, just what I needed.'
Still, I uncorked the intact one and drank it quickly, feeling the cool liquid soothe my throat and restore a bit of my stamina.
Looking down at the charred remains of the Hellhounds, I couldn't help but think, 'At least my magic is strong enough to take them down. That's a relief.'
The truth was, I had poured far more mana into that last spell than I normally would in a fight.
My reserves were running low, and I could feel the mental fatigue setting in, making my thoughts sluggish and my body heavy.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my chain clock, flicking it open to check the time.
The small metal hands pointed to noon.
Still midday.
That realization sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
'I'm still in the periphery of the forest, yet there are this many strong monsters…' I thought carefully, narrowing my eyes.
Something wasn't right.
Encounters like this didn't happen so close to the edges.
My thoughts quickly pieced themselves together, forming a grim conclusion.
'This is bad. This is a sign of a monster horde.' I came to the conclusion.
My expression hardened as I stared into the snowy distance.
In this era, monsters escaping from the Dungeon wasn't exactly rare—it happened often enough to keep adventurers on edge.
Monster hordes weren't unheard of, but they were still dangerous.
They weren't terrifying if the town was well-prepared and every front was defended properly.
But if even a few monsters managed to slip through the barricades… it would be a massacre for the lower-level adventurers and an absolute disaster for the town.
I gripped the hilt of my sword and drank some water before dropping down from the tree.
After collecting the magic stones, I engaged in battle once again.
This time, I encountered around nineteen Killer Ants, which I managed to kill with relative ease.
Soon after, I was attacked by a group of Orcs accompanied by dozens of Kobolds and a few Goblins, but I managed to slay them all as well.
My magic proved to be far more useful than I had initially thought, allowing me to employ various tactics throughout the fights. By the time afternoon arrived, all of my arrows had been completely depleted.
...
{3rd POV}
Ember finally left the forest once the hands of his clock pointed to four in the evening.
His steps were slower now, heavy from exhaustion.
Small wounds covered his body—none of them fatal, but all evidence of the battles he had fought.
His clothes were slightly torn, his arms and face streaked with dirt and dried blood.
Still, there was no trace of despair or regret on his face.
Instead, there was a faint grin.
That grin stayed as he looked down at the heavy bag slung over his shoulder — stuffed to the brim with magic stones and drop items.
He had slain more than a hundred monsters that day alone, all by himself.
Many of them were far stronger than the kind a normal adventurer of his level should've been able to take on.
If it hadn't been for his exceptional archery and magic proficiency, he probably would've died out there.
But for him, it was a day well spent.
He made his way to the periphery of the forest, where earlier that morning he had hidden his main bag near a tree to lighten his load during the fights.
Once he retrieved it, he silently headed toward the town, taking a quieter route to avoid unnecessary attention.
The streets were calmer now, covered in snow and dimly lit by the setting sun.
Eventually, he reached his home and immediately went down to his cellar.
…
Ember POV
I had built the cellar with my own hands — a simple underground space, but solid and functional.
It was filled with thousands of magic stones stacked in bags, crates, and jars.
Piles of drop items from all sorts of monsters lined the sides of the room. I had been saving them up, planning to sell them in bulk once the market price rose.
After a short rest, I gathered a good number of the stones and items into a separate bag and made my way toward the guild.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt something off.
The usual chatter of adventurers was replaced with uneasy murmurs.
Faces looked grim, and the atmosphere was tense.
Even the smell of ale and sweat couldn't cover the anxiety lingering in the air.
"Mr. Tithonus, you're here again to sell magic stones?" Disha, the guild clerk, asked from behind the counter.
Her tone tried to sound casual, but I could see she was distracted.
I nodded and began unloading my haul — magic stones, monster claws, hides, and a few other materials.
"Damn! As expected of Blue Hell!" one of the adventurers nearby exclaimed, while Disha blinked in surprise.
The stones I brought were from Level 1 monsters mostly, but the sheer number of them was enough to catch anyone's attention.
"You never fail to surprise me, Mr. Tithonus," Disha said with a light chuckle, though she still looked baffled at the sheer volume.
Before she could start counting, I leaned on the counter slightly and said, "Disha, I encountered plenty of strong monsters today. And I wasn't even that deep in — just around the periphery."
Her smile faded immediately.
"Yes… several parties have reported the same thing. Many of them came back early, and quite a few were seriously injured. One didn't make it back at all," she said with a sigh, lowering her gaze.
"Then it's just as I thought," I said grimly.
"It's a sign of a monster horde approaching."
Disha nodded, her expression serious now.
"That's the conclusion we came to as well. The guild's already preparing to alert the town guard and surrounding settlements."
She paused for a moment, then gave a small smile.
"Well, I suppose we can at least count on the Blue Hell for excellent magic support when the time comes."
I gave a small, tired chuckle at that, though my mind was already thinking about preparations.
If this horde was as bad as I suspected, it would be far larger and deadlier than the last one.
I needed more potions, arrows, and mana recovery items.
Thankfully, my home was well stocked, but it wouldn't hurt to double-check.
"Sir Tithonus, your total comes to ninety-six thousand five hundred valis," Disha said, handing me a small pouch of coins.
Her polite smile returned, though I noticed a few adventurers glancing at me — or more precisely, at the pouch of valis in my hand.
I gave them a cold stare, just long enough to make them look away, then nodded at Disha.
"Appreciate it."
Pocketing the valis, I turned and walked out of the guild.
The moment I stepped outside, the cold evening breeze brushed past me, carrying a faint sense of tension in the air.
A monster horde was coming — and this time, it felt like it was going to be far worse than anything we'd seen before.
I adjusted the strap of my bag and muttered under my breath, "Better start getting ready."
To be continued...
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