The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 711 - 710: Time to Play a Game, Fat Bastard.

Walking through the rocky terrain, Alex even temporarily forgot that the community of the Covenant of the New Ezekiel cult was hidden in such a remote place, where it would be difficult to find them by ordinary means. But Alex saw nothing unusual in this. After all, this community, hidden among the rocky hills, was also part of one of the many experiments conducted by the Murkoff Corporation.Continuing forward, Alex reminded himself that he must not forget to destroy the broadcasting tower that the Murkoff Corporation had installed. After all, the radio waves emitted by this tower were the reason why all the residents of this community had turned into mindless fanatics who blindly listened to everything Sullivan Knoth told them.

Adding one more task to his list besides the genocide of the cultists, Alex stopped for a moment and looked around. Standing on the rocky path, he noticed one peculiarity. He didn't see a single hidden camera in this area.

"It seems Murkoff wasn't afraid that the rats would scatter. Got it," Alex said, looking around.

Alex wasn't surprised that Murkoff didn't fear their test subjects escaping. After all, Sullivan Knoth had done an excellent job of brainwashing people, forcing them to believe everything he would tell them. Thinking about this, Alex couldn't help but curse loudly enough to show his disappointment in such people.

All the fanatics and cultists Alex had met were, in essence, people with jelly instead of brains. All these people did everything they were told without thinking about the consequences. And when they were killed, they all said the same thing. These people either claimed they had been forced and that if they didn't obey, they would be killed, or they continued to scream about their fanatical devotion to their leader.

"Useless bastards, they went and ruined everything. Fuck, they could have just died in their hole and not crawled out. They ruined my entire vacation," Alex continued cursing as he walked further along the rocky path.

Passing through a narrow gorge, Alex didn't stop cursing not only the cultists but also the fact that their community was located in such a place. He had always been annoyed by such hidden corners, as if they were all built according to the same template. After passing through the narrow gorge, Alex stopped cursing when he saw an old wooden house and a small windmill slowly turning in the distance.

Looking at this wooden house, Alex took a step and instantly appeared next to it. At the same moment, a strange sound similar to the flapping of wings came from inside the wooden house. Interested in what was inside, Alex slightly opened the door, and dozens of pigeons immediately flew out through the gap.

Waving away the flying birds and feathers, Alex was able to see what was inside the house. Inside were dozens of small cages in which pigeons were still sitting, and next to the cages stood a small table with a gas lamp burning on it. Approaching closer, Alex saw dozens of small notes scattered all over the table.

"So I was right when I thought they were using pigeons... But where is the caretaker of these pigeons," Alex said, looking through the small notes and glancing around.

At that same moment, the creak of old doors sounded behind Alex. Turning his head back, Alex saw a man clutching an old axe in his hand. Alex immediately realized that this man was the pigeon loft caretaker, the one who sent the messages. The man immediately rushed at Alex with a scream, swinging the old axe.

Alex took a step to the side, dodging the blow, and tripped the man. The man stumbled and hit his chin on the wooden table. From such a blow, his head spun, and he began trying to get up. Before the man could rise, Alex grabbed him by the hair.

"Try not to lose all your teeth," Alex said, pulling the man by the hair toward himself.

Not giving the man a chance to say anything, Alex sharply jerked his hand forward. The pigeon's caretaker's face smashed into the edge of the wooden table with a disgusting crunch. After the first blow, the man's front teeth were broken against the edge of the table. Alex wasn't going to stop at one blow and continued smashing the man's face against the edge of the table again and again.

Very quickly, the surface of the table became covered with splashes of blood and fragments of broken teeth. After the tenth blow, the man's mouth was torn open, and his arms hung limply at his sides. The axe the man had been holding lay at Alex's feet. And with each blow against the edge of the table, the man's body twitched as if every subsequent blow brought him back to consciousness from the intense pain.

After delivering the final blow, Alex released the man's hair. Spinning sharply, he delivered a spinning kick to the back of the man's head. The upper part of the man's head separated from his body with a disgusting sound of tearing flesh and rolled across the table, flooding the surface with even more blood. The decapitated body of the man fell to the floor, twitching slightly from convulsions. After killing the man, Alex took a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shorts and lit one.

"Damn bastards... It will be very pleasant for me to kill all of you one by one... Let the carnival begin," Alex said, exhaling cigarette smoke and looking at the corpse at his feet.

Taking another drag on the cigarette, Alex exhaled the smoke and looked at the pigeons that had woken up from the noise. After thinking for a moment, he decided to release all the pigeons. Opening all the cages, Alex tossed the smoldering cigarette to the floor and left the wooden house.

When he took a few steps away from the house, flames quickly began to spread inside, rapidly engulfing the walls and ceiling. Very quickly, the wooden house burst into bright flames, casting a bright light on Alex's back. Alex continued walking forward at a calm pace, wanting to reach the community.

Continuing on his way, he saw the outlines of the first wooden houses, in which lights were still burning. Taking a step forward, Alex instantly appeared ten meters from these houses and began looking around. While looking around, he noticed several people outside. Digging in his pockets, Alex pulled out a handful of rusty nails.

Clenching the nails between his fingers, he descended from the hill, heading toward the wooden houses. Passing by the village buildings, Alex thought that he had once again found himself in an ordinary abandoned remote village. Old dilapidated wooden houses, some of whose windows were boarded up with planks. The light of gas lamps burning inside illuminated the rooms.

Moving deeper into this small farm, Alex passed by a pen with dead animals that had been killed in a brutal manner. Alex's gaze shifted to the corpse of a cow, stabbed with pitchforks, with its entrails lying nearby. Shaking his head, Alex walked on, ignoring the smell of rot and excrement hanging in the air. Going deeper, he heard whispering and the rustle of leaves nearby.

Turning his head, Alex saw a man hiding among the trees next to the barn. Without thinking twice, he jerked his hand and threw a rusty nail at the man. The thrown nail pierced the man's skull, and he fell to the ground face first with a dull thud. Looking around, Alex noticed several more men who continued to hide in the dark corners of this farm.

"The fact that you're hiding doesn't mean I can't see you," Alex said in a lazy tone, looking at the places where the people were hiding.

After finishing speaking, Alex immediately threw the rusty nails in the directions where the men were hiding. At that same moment, the sound of three falling bodies rang out. Lazily yawning, Alex walked on to leave this farm. After all, his target was in the church, and he was going to play a very interesting game with Sullivan Knoth.

When Alex passed the wooden houses, they immediately burst into bright flames that instantly spread to the neighboring wooden structures and trees. Leaving the burning farm, Alex stepped onto the path leading to the main part of the community. Kicking down the farm gates, he stepped onto another path. Looking where it led, Alex sighed wearily upon seeing dozens of crosses lining the path.

"Of course, couldn't do without this," Alex said, lighting a cigarette.

Clicking his tongue, Alex walked along the path that definitely led toward the community. Walking at a leisurely pace, he soon reached the old wooden gates of the community. The wooden gates were completely covered with wooden crosses that had been nailed to them.

It was as if those who lived in this community believed that these crosses would protect them from everything. Smirking at such absurdity, Alex kicked the gates open. Having smashed the wooden gates, he was quite surprised by what he saw. He saw dozens of old wooden houses, more than he had expected.

"This is different from what I remembered in the game," Alex muttered, examining the community.

Before he was noticed, Alex jumped up, landing on the roof of one of the buildings. He wanted to look around to better understand what he was seeing. As soon as Alex disappeared, several men holding weapons, including guns, ran to the spot where he had been standing. They began examining the broken gates, talking among themselves.

Soon the men dispersed in different directions to find the one who had invaded their community. Alex was squatting on the edge of the roof of a wooden house, observing what was happening below. When the men dispersed, calling the others to inspect the area, Alex moved deeper into the settlement. Jumping across the roofs of wooden buildings, he was surprised by what he saw.

Unlike what he had seen in the game, Alex noticed that this community resembled a small old-fashioned town. Reaching the center of the settlement, Alex saw a familiar picture for such places. In the central square of the settlement were dozens of large crosses, on some of which people were crucified, with wooden signs hanging around their necks with the word "Heretic."

"Always the same. Crosses, crucified people, and bonfires. No creativity. Shameful," Alex said, standing on the edge of the roof and looking at the central square.

Alex wasn't surprised by what he saw. He even had thoughts that all the leaders of such cults carried the same manual describing the standard way to punish the unfaithful. Sitting on the edge of the roof, Alex heard the sound of footsteps and looked down.

He saw a group of men with guns who had come out of an alley, discussing what had happened at the gates. Alex smiled slightly and immediately ignored the two men. Alex's gaze smoothly shifted to the church located on a hill at the very end of the community. Using magical vision, Alex saw something that almost made him vomit up the coffee he had recently drunk.

Alex quickly closed his eyes, wanting to erase from his memory what he had seen. He had seen many disgusting creatures, monsters, and even beings whose appearance could drive anyone insane. But what he saw inside the church was too much even for him.

"Fat bastard... This is already too much," Alex said with disgust in his voice, trying to suppress a wave of nausea.

The sight of a naked Sullivan Knoth while he was busy with his affairs with a woman locked in the basement caused only nausea in Alex. Swallowing saliva to suppress the nausea, Alex tried to get rid of this horrible image that had stuck in his head and seemed to stand before his eyes.

Having gotten rid of the creepy images, Alex thought that the first thing he would do was tear off this fat bastard Sullivan Knoth's third leg. Intending to head straight to the church, Alex froze in place when a fun plan formed in his head. Laughing ominously, Alex decided to play the role of the Antichrist to the end.

Jumping down, he walked to the center of the square and sat on the edge of the well. Taking a drag on his cigarette, Alex snapped his fingers and set all the crosses on fire, including the people crucified on them. At the same moment the fire broke out, everyone began running out of their houses, gathering in the square.

Very quickly, the central square of the community filled with residents. What didn't surprise Alex was that there were so few women in this place. After all, Sullivan Knoth, a lover of raping and killing pregnant women, called it a good purpose.

A murmur began to spread across the entire central square, and the gazes of the community residents were focused on Alex, who was sitting on the edge of the well. Alex was about to play his villain role and deliver his villainous monologue, pretending to be the Antichrist and telling them that he had come to kill everyone. At that same moment, a gunshot rang out.

The buckshot that flew from the barrel hit the edge of the well where Alex had been sitting a moment earlier. Seeing that the person had disappeared, panic immediately arose. Everyone looked around until they heard a strange sound similar to a wheeze. Turning their heads toward the sound, the community residents saw Alex holding a man who had shot at him by the neck.

"You interrupted my villainous monologue... And therefore you will die first," Alex said, squeezing his hand and crushing the man's throat.

Crushing the throat of the man with the gun, Alex grabbed his body with his second hand and pulled in different directions. Everyone watched with frozen eyes as Alex tore the body of the killed man in two. Sharply jerking his hands, Alex tore the man's body apart, and blood poured onto his head and clothes.

Alex's body quickly became covered in blood, but he paid no attention to it, simply throwing the torn corpse at the feet of the other community members. Everyone froze in fear, looking at the blood-covered Alex, who was looking back at them. Alex didn't move from his spot, but none of the community members stirred because of the fear that gripped them. They all felt that a real monster stood before them.

Those who were armed with guns raised their weapons with trembling hands and pointed them at Alex. Seeing this, Alex raised his hand and snapped his fingers. As soon as the click sounded, the guns in the men's hands exploded with such force that their hands were mangled, and severed fingers flew in all directions like confetti.

As soon as something like this happened, panic began to spread among the community residents. Everyone immediately tried to run as far away as possible. No one could comprehend what they had seen. They believed in miracles, but they also believed in monsters. And now one of these monsters they believed in stood before them.

And as soon as the community residents tried to scatter in all directions, they heard another snap of fingers, and they all froze in place, unable to move. Alex looked calmly at the members of the Covenant of the New Ezekiel sect, and what he saw caused only disgust in him.

All desire for Alex to play the role of the Antichrist immediately disappeared when he saw the souls of these people. The souls were dirty, black, and disgusting; there wasn't even a hint that these people had done even one good thing. The look with which Alex looked at all of them frightened them to the point of trembling in their legs. But none of them could move or even say a word, as if their bodies no longer belonged to them.

"I wanted to play with you a little... But I don't see the point in it. Your souls are dirty, rotten, and so disgusting that it makes me nauseous. So let my pet deal with you... Come out, War," Alex said in a cold tone, looking over the crowd of community residents.

When Alex's words sounded, a familiar thick metallic smell began to spread in the air. Alex's shadow, which had been flickering in the light of the flames, stopped trembling and began to stretch. Thick blood began to flow from Alex's shadow, instantly turning into thick red mist.

Gradually, a huge red creature the size of a huge horse began to appear from Alex's shadow. The community residents looked at the creature appearing before their eyes with fear. Its body was covered in red scales resembling bone armor, from the cracks of which blood flowed.

The red eyes of this creature looked at the community residents, and its mouth slowly opened as if in a moment they would all become nothing but food for this creature. The Skag named War raised its head to the sky and let out a loud howl, opening its mouth. This howl created a shockwave that scattered everything around, causing the red mist to thicken around its body. Alex raised his hand and patted his pet on the side with a slight smile on his face.

"And I saw when the Lamb opened the second seal. And I heard a voice that said: 'Come and see!' And out of the sea of blood came the Red Horse, and its name was War. And it was given power to take peace from the earth of men, and that men should kill one another. And a sea of blood followed after it," Alex said in a gentle tone, turning his head toward the community residents.

The frozen community residents began to tremble with fear, looking at the Skag named War. For them, this was not just fear, but something much more horrifying. There was still the same gentle smile on Alex's face, which in the eyes of the community residents looked like the smile of a monster. Alex patted his pet on the head and turned away.

As soon as Alex turned away, thick red mist began to spread from the Skag, flowing across the ground like water. Very quickly, the red mist reached the feet of the nearest people. And at that same moment, their eyes turned red, as if something had clicked inside them, and all their thoughts were instantly filled with hatred, rage, and a thirst for murder.

Reaching the steps leading to the church, Alex, without turning his head, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. When the click sounded, the frozen community residents began to move again. And, having regained the ability to move, they immediately attacked each other, using everything they had at hand. Very quickly, everything turned into a scene of a massive bloody massacre.

Blood and flesh flew in all directions as people tore each other apart, attacking anyone who was standing next to them at that moment. To these sounds, Alex calmly climbed the steps straight to the doors of the church and turned around. Turning his head, Alex saw how one of the men was literally being torn apart, while another was beating to death the one who had been his brother with a stone. The blood flowing across the ground quickly mixed with the dirt.

"I hope he doesn't get indigestion," Alex said, shifting his gaze to his pet, which was devouring the corpses of the killed people.

Looking at the massacre in the square, Alex believed that all these people deserved such a fate for everything they had done. Alex believed that any being could change, but he would never give such a chance to bastards like these who killed children.

Stopping watching the massacre in the square, Alex turned to the doors of the church and flung them open. Entering inside, Alex saw a simple-looking church, not counting the corpses of people who had been tortured in this place. Looking at the people tied to crosses, whose bodies were covered in wounds, Alex just shook his head. He felt no sympathy for these people and didn't even think about helping them.

In Alex's eyes, these people were no different from those who were now killing each other in the central square. Alex walked between the rows of old half-destroyed wooden pews, and with each of his steps, the wooden planks emitted a quiet creak. Reaching the very end, Alex raised his gaze to the altar, on which stood a portrait of Sullivan Knoth.

"Fat bastard who proclaimed himself the savior," Alex said contemptuously, looking at the image of Sullivan Knoth.

Looking at Sullivan's fat disgusting face, Alex couldn't hide his disgust, because he knew the entire history of this man. Sullivan Knoth, a pathetic beggar who became one of the volunteers in the project sponsored by the Murkoff Corporation in the hope of changing his life.

And even after passing all the trials and gaining a new identity, Sullivan Knoth still remained the bastard he had always been. Starting a new life, Sullivan got a job at a shoe store, but couldn't last long there because he began harassing female customers, and after that he was quickly fired. And so it repeated several times in a row.

However, at some point he began to feel some attraction inside himself, and then Sullivan began to consider himself a human compass. Knoth began applying various metal objects to his eyes and mouth. During this, he slowly spun in place, eventually constantly stopping, pointing northwest.

And in the end, Sullivan, without realizing it himself, came to the broadcasting tower, where he supposedly heard the voice of God. The agent watching Sullivan Knoth decided to use this for the purposes of the Murkoff Corporation. In addition to his perverted behavior, Sullivan had good eloquence, which easily allowed him to win people over.

And that is why Murkoff decided to use Sullivan Knoth so that he could bring the escaped Reagents closer to him and become a kind of shepherd for them. Murkoff greatly helped Sullivan by inventing a new legend for him. And thus Sullivan Knoth became a preacher who led his flock.

And Murkoff used the created community for its next experiment, installing a broadcasting tower within its limits that affected the minds of the followers of the cult created by Sullivan Knoth. Sullivan Knoth himself did not hesitate to take advantage of his position in the cult he had created, instilling all those perverted delusions that were in his head.

That he would be the one from whose seed a new child would be born who would become Jesus, and that all other children were potential Antichrists. Sullivan's flock, obeying their leader in everything, gave him their wives, children, and savings and killed their children at his command. Remembering all this, Alex irritably clicked his tongue and kicked the altar.

Alex didn't hold back a little, and with a kick he smashed not only the altar but also knocked down the wall behind the altar. Lowering his leg, Alex looked at the forest, the view of which opened through the knocked-down wall. And the first thought in his head was that this crash had definitely been heard by Sullivan.

Sighing, Alex took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Exhaling cigarette smoke, Alex heard the sound of heavy footsteps and a creak behind him. Bringing the cigarette to his lips, Alex turned his head toward the noise and saw a woman in a black mourning cloak that looked like rags coming out of the side doors, dragging a crucifix behind her.

This woman was Martha, a loyal follower of Sullivan who killed everyone she considered an enemy of Sullivan. A crazy fanatical woman who with her own hands had killed many people and children only because Sullivan had ordered it. And she never disobeyed his orders, truly believing that he was the one.

"God, give me voice, God, guide my hand. God, give me voice, God, guide my hand," Martha muttered, slowly approaching Alex without taking her eyes off him.

"You must be Martha. The faithful whore of this pathetic fat man... Good that you came out yourself, and I didn't have to look for you," Alex said, exhaling cigarette smoke toward Martha.

Martha paid no attention to Alex's words and continued muttering, getting closer and closer to him. Getting close enough to Alex, Martha clenched the large crucifix in her hands and swung it at Alex. The heavy iron crucifix hit Alex's shoulder, but he didn't move from his spot.

Martha's eyes widened when she saw this, and she gripped the crucifix tighter in her hands. Swinging again, Martha delivered another blow with the crucifix to Alex's body. Seeing the crucifix approaching him, Alex exhaled cigarette smoke, and the crucifix froze an inch from his face.

Martha continued to push forward, and wounds began to appear on her hands, as if her hands were wrapped in something. Alex slightly moved his finger, and Martha's body was instantly bound by iron threads. Raising his hand, Alex slightly pulled his fingers toward himself, and Martha's legs lifted off the ground, and she began to be lifted toward the ceiling.

Alex moved his fingers once more, and Martha's body stretched out as if she had been crucified on an invisible cross. Martha continued to resist the entire time, and the iron threads dug into her skin, leaving wounds from which blood flowed down the iron threads.

"Your toy will be a nice addition to my collection. I know you won't mind if I take it. Although why am I asking, you'll die soon anyway," Alex said, picking up the black metal crucifix from the ground.

Martha continued to resist, and the more she moved, the deeper the iron threads dug into her skin. Blood from the wounds began to flow faster with every moment as the iron threads dug deeper into Martha's skin. Alex placed the iron crucifix on his shoulder and looked at Martha.

Seeing how Martha wanted to free herself, Alex thought that he didn't even need to do anything more. After all, this fanatical woman would soon die from her wounds. Walking around the hanging Martha so that the blood wouldn't get on his body, Alex sat down on an old wooden bench and leaned the large crucifix against the seat.

Clenching the cigarette between his teeth, Alex leaned back against the back of the bench, watching as Martha slowly bled out, still trying to free herself. Exhaling cigarette smoke, Alex heard the sound of heavy footsteps.

And a moment later, the doors through which Martha had previously exited slowly opened. A very fat man in a priest's cassock came out of the doors; he had a receding hairline, and he held a simple-looking knife in his hands.

"I knew this day would come someday. God told me that the Antichrist would come for my flock. And that day has come," Sullivan Knoth said, looking at Alex.

"You're wrong, fat bastard. I can't be the Antichrist. After all, I can't be the son of my brother," Alex said with a cheerful smile on his face, looking at Sullivan.

"That doesn't matter anymore. The day of the end has come. And it is time for me to leave this world... God does not answer the dead... But I hope he listens to them," Sullivan Knoth said, bringing the knife to his throat.

Alex smiled and propped his cheek with his hand, leaning his elbow on the back of the bench. Alex didn't interfere with Sullivan trying to kill himself. Sullivan sharply jerked his hand, running the knife across his throat, intending to end his life on his own terms. But instead of feeling his hot blood flowing down his neck, Sullivan felt nothing.

Frozen in place, Sullivan raised his hand to his throat and didn't feel the wound that should have been there after he had run the knife across his throat. Sullivan's gaze shifted to Alex, who was still sitting in the same place with a smile on his face. Alex waved his hand at Sullivan, letting him know that he could try to kill himself again.

"These are your tricks, Antichrist," Sullivan said, looking at Alex.

"You guessed right. Today no reaper will come for your soul to escort you to the other side. After all, you haven't yet paid for your sins and for the lives of all those children you killed. You and I are going to have a lot of fun tonight," Alex said, chuckling, cheerfully shaking his head from side to side.

"I will not play your games, devil!" Sullivan shouted, pointing the knife at Alex.

Alex looked at Sullivan and then burst into insane laughter. Alex grabbed his stomach and hunched over, continuing to laugh loudly. Alex's laughter was so loud that the church began to crack at the seams and become covered in cracks. Beams began to fall from the ceiling, and the walls began to collapse.

Stopping laughing, Alex straightened up and instantly appeared next to Sullivan. Sullivan stared at Alex, who was looking down at him from above. And at that moment Sullivan felt insane fear, from which his fat body began to tremble like jelly. Alex placed his hand on Sullivan's head and sharply jerked it downward. Sullivan smashed his face into the wooden floor.

Sharp splinters dug into Sullivan's fat face, making him feel pain. Alex continued to press Sullivan's face into the floor with such force that his eyes practically popped out of their sockets. Feeling irritation, Alex grabbed Sullivan by the hair and began smashing his face into the wooden floor. After a dozen blows, Sullivan's face was covered in blood, and wooden splinters stuck out of his face.

"You will. You have no choice, you fat scum. You think that because you said so, it will be so? You don't want to play — I'll make you. You don't want to run — I'll make you. You are a fat disgusting bastard who raped women and killed children. Did you really think you had a choice? You no longer have a choice. You no longer have freedom. Because now you are my fat disgusting toy. And we will play until the sun rises," Alex said, lifting Sullivan's head while holding him by the hair.

Sullivan looked into Alex's eyes and saw only anger directed at him. Alex's eyes frightened Sullivan so much that he couldn't restrain himself and wet himself. Smelling the urine, Alex released Sullivan's head with disgust and kicked him in the stomach.

From Alex's blow, Sullivan flew outside, smashing the church doors with his fat body. Sullivan flew out onto the main square of the community, hitting his back against the old well. Feeling pain throughout his body, Sullivan barely opened his blood-filled eyes and saw his flock, who had died horrible deaths.

Sullivan's blurry gaze shifted to the monster that was devouring the corpses. Swallowing another corpse, War turned its head and looked at Sullivan, beginning to emit a low growl. Feeling a new wave of fear, Sullivan heard approaching footsteps.

Turning his head, Sullivan saw Alex, who had been descending the steps a moment ago and was now standing next to him. Before Sullivan could react, a foot stepped on his face, and the back of his head hit the well. Feeling again as if his face had been practically crushed, Sullivan didn't even try to resist.

"Listen here, you disgusting creature. I'll give you a chance to run. But only as long as the music is playing. And after that, we will start our game... If you last until dawn. And that's four hours. I'll let you go," Alex said with a wide smile, stepping on Sullivan's face.

To be continued...

(From the very beginning, I saw no reason to drag out all this nonsense with these fanatics. And of course, there are two other supposed factions of wretched people. I think they're called the Heretics and the Lepers, or something like that. If you've played this game, you know it's just a game of walk and hide, while simultaneously laying down bricks out of fear. I don't know, maybe I'll show these two groups or forget about them. I don't know. But we'll be done soon. And I'm going to eat. Peace, love, and what makes you think the color you see looks exactly the same to everyone else?)

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