The group stood in front of their quarters, having already assigned their rooms.
Kate ended up with Kamala. Melinda with Alexei. Blade with Riri and Friday. And Yelena with Jhon. The Widows were distributed evenly.
After choosing cabins, Jhon found himself heading up to the second level. The hallway was narrow, though the submarine was quite modern.
He entered their shared cabin. It was small: one bunk bed with two mattresses, a closet, and considerable space to move around. Yelena was already there, sitting on the top bunk with her legs dangling. She still wore her tactical jacket but had removed her boots.
Her green eyes followed him as he entered and looked around.
There was a moment of silence when their eyes met. Shrugging, Jhon stepped in, wanting to sit down for a bit.
"Hey," Yelena said suddenly, her voice breaking the quiet of the space.
Jhon looked up; he was about to sit on his bed. He turned toward her. "Yeah?"
She stared at the ceiling, as if considering whether to ask the question or not. Then she spoke: "Your wishes… can they bring someone back to life?"
Jhon paused. He frowned and looked directly at her, analyzing her expression. There was something "vulnerable" there, hidden beneath that facade. If he remembered correctly, Yelena in the MCU never forgave herself for her sister's death. Even if it wasn't her fault.
He no longer believed anything she said, yet he wanted to play along.
He figured that even though Endgame hadn't happened in this alternate MCU world, she might still not forgive herself for failing to save her from the zombies. That could be the truth beneath all that vulnerable facade.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he leaned against the bunk frame. His height meant he didn't even have to stretch. A slow smile formed on his face.
"Well," he said lightly, as if trying to cheer her up, "if they can end a zombie apocalypse, I suppose bringing someone back shouldn't be that hard." He tilted his head. "Why? Got someone special in mind?"
He had to act like he didn't know her that well—they'd only known each other for about seven hours.
Yelena kept staring at the ceiling, thoughtful. Then she turned her face toward him.
"Yes," she admitted bluntly. "My sister died." A small, sad smile appeared on her lips. "So it's impossible not to think about bringing her back…"
Her sad smile vanished as if it were a joke, replaced by a mischievous one. "But let's forget about that."
"What I can say is that if she were here…" Her smile grew even more teasing. "You'd probably already be at her feet."
"…"
Jhon stared at her for two full seconds.
Then he laughed.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"W-what?" Yelena blinked, genuinely confused. "Why are you laughing?"
Jhon wiped a tear from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath. "Sorry, sorry," he said between lingering chuckles. "It's just…" He took a deep breath, gradually calming down. His smile remained. "That was a great joke. Believe me, I haven't laughed like that in a long time."
After letting his light laughter fade over a few seconds, it slowly died down, giving way to a serious expression. He looked into her green eyes. And then it wasn't a polite smile that returned—no. It was an arrogant one.
"You're wrong about one thing."
"There's no woman in this world, or any other, who can dominate me."
He straightened up, his hair—which he'd cut short after fighting Abomination—pushed back, revealing his symmetrical face. Then he added: "Your sister probably wouldn't even last an hour with me before ending up sharing me with other women." His tone was casual, as if it were an absolute truth.
Yelena watched him in silence for a moment. Then, to Jhon's surprise, she laughed too.
"HAHAHAHA"
"…"
Veins bulged on Jhon's forehead. Doubting him? Did he need to prove his masterful bedroom skills? He was sure not even a Black Widow could resist his dick!
Indeed, Yelena doubted it was true.
"I don't think so," she said, shaking her head. Her eyes danced with amusement. "You clearly don't know Natasha."
"And clearly you don't know me," Jhon replied with a half-smile. In what he considered his past life, he had studied countless positions from the unreal stuff in hentai, becoming the pussy destroyer. What do you think will happen now that he has powers and can do hentai things? Even if they called a damn succubus from Victor Elderblood's universe, they couldn't stop him.
What Jhon didn't expect was for Yelena to sit up on her bed. So he raised an eyebrow, watching what she'd do next.
Depending on her actions, it would determine whether it was really Yelena speaking, or Melinda ordering her how to act.
Yelena slid down from the top bunk in one fluid motion, her bare feet touching the metal floor without a sound. She sat on Jhon's lower bed.
He watched her do all this but didn't move. He simply waited.
"Come," she said softly, patting the space beside her on the bed.
Jhon raised an eyebrow again—the shift in atmosphere even caught him off guard. Wanting to put an end to this, he was about to tell Yelena his suspicions. He didn't like those damsel-in-distress clichés.
"Yelena… listen, I already know your mo—"
"Just sit." Her calm voice interrupted him.
After a second of consideration, shrugging, Jhon moved. Since she wouldn't let him finish, it was better to figure out if helping her was even worth considering.
He sat beside her, making the mattress sink a little under his weight, bringing them closer.
Their shoulders brushed.
Yelena turned her body to face him directly. Her knees now touched his. They were close. Very close. She looked at his lips hesitantly.
Jhon met her eyes. Confused. He knew he was handsome—please, if he wasn't handsome, no one was. This confirmed that either her mother ordered her to seduce him, or she simply hadn't fucked in months and was desperate.
Yelena, unaware of Jhon's mental scheming, moistened her lips—a small gesture his eyes definitely followed.
"I don't know," she began, her voice dropping to a murmur, "if you could handle my sister." Her eyes locked onto his with intensity and "apparent" arousal. "But…"
She leaned forward, reducing the space between them to inches.
"Do you want to try with me?"
The air suddenly felt hotter.
Before Jhon could respond, Yelena moved. She rose from her seated position and, in one fluid motion, straddled him.
Sitting on his lap, she placed her legs on either side of his hips, her weight distributing perfectly. Her hands rested on his shoulders for balance.
Jhon reacted instinctively. His hands moved upward, gripping her ass firmly, holding her in place. He could feel the heat of her body through the fabric.
Their faces were inches apart now.
Jhon could see every detail: the light freckles dusting her nose, the exact shape of her full lips, the slight blush coloring her cheeks. His eyes dropped to that tempting mouth, watching it part slightly.
"Yelena…" his voice came out huskier than intended. If she kept this up, he didn't think he could stop. He was about to throw her onto the bed and ravage her. He'd deal with the manipulation later.
She didn't give him time to react. As if she couldn't hold back either, she lunged forward and kissed him.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't tender.
Her lips crashed against his with intensity, stealing his breath. Jhon froze for a fraction of a second, surprised by the aggression.
Then he gave in.
His hands squeezed harder, pulling her closer. He returned the kiss with the same intensity, matching her rhythm and ferocity.
"Mmm~" She moaned as she felt his hands gripping and touching her ass.
Her mouth opened against his, and then it began.
A battle of tongues.
Yelena pushed and twisted hers with his. Jhon invaded and sucked hers; she countered. The wet, sloppy sound of their kiss echoed through the room.
Yelena tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. Jhon growled against her mouth, the sound vibrating between them.
"Hah… hhh… Mm~" Yelena's breathing grew ragged, trying to catch her breath. And Jhon—he could last much longer.
His hands slid up her back, feeling every defined muscle beneath her jacket. She arched her body against his, eliminating any remaining space.
Jhon could taste her fully: her minty flavor, her plump lips, her bubbly ass. Everything.
Yelena bit his lower lip—not hard, but enough to send a spark straight to his member, which was already rock-hard between them.
Jhon was about to slide his hand up to her breasts, but at that moment…
"ZEMO!"
The shout pierced the metal walls of the room.
Both froze, lips still pressed together, breaths mingling.
"ZEMO! ZEMO!"
More voices. Many more. Throughout the submarine. The sound of running feet and people gathering echoed in the hallways.
Yelena pulled away from Jhon with surprising agility, standing up. Then, as if she hadn't just been kissing him moments ago, she slowly started putting on her boots.
He watched her, noting how her demeanor shifted instantly. As if she wanted to leave him hanging, tempting him to seek more later.
"Looks like something happened," she said, finishing with her boots. Then she looked at him with a sensual smile. "It's a shame we can't continue." She ran her hand across his face. "When we get back, we'll pick up where we left off, yeah?"
She didn't let him speak. She turned, walking slowly toward the exit, her hips swaying sensually, creating a hypnotic dance for any man.
Jhon stayed there, smiling.
As soon as she left, his smile vanished.
'What a shame.'
If Yelena had asked for help—if she had even said anything about it—he wouldn't refuse to free her.
Unfortunately, not everyone wants to depend on someone, even when they need help.
The little interest Jhon had in her had just died.
---
10 minutes later.
The poor guy left with a raging hard-on had to wait a few minutes for his little friend to calm down. Otherwise, what would he do if someone asked if he was hiding a cucumber down there? Fine if it was women, but men? A resounding no!
Once calm, he quickly headed out of his room. Frankly disappointed.
Though he hadn't thought about it before, it was likely that since many MCU movie events hadn't happened, Yelena was still part of the Red Room. And Melinda would be the last one standing from it. Or this was an alternate world where all his assumptions went to shit.
Either way, he didn't dwell on it. Yelena simply no longer interested him. That ship had sailed.
Now for the reason Jhon and Yelena had abandoned their little manipulation game: apparently, Zemo decided to give a speech to his crew. All to "motivate" them.
It lasted about 5 minutes—of which half our protagonist spent dozing off.
After listening to Zemo's speech that only naive people who didn't know him would believe, the group got hungry.
So now they were in the submarine's mess hall, along with Shang-Chi's group, eating everything. Burgers, pizzas, chicken.
---
In the mess hall.
"Bro, can you pass me one of those?" Shang-Chi pointed at a burger on Alexei's plate. It looked too good!
"HAHAHA, of course, take it!" Alexei laughed heartily, spraying a few crumbs that Kamala flung back at him with her powers. Couldn't he behave?
"Thanks!" Shang-Chi grabbed it immediately and bit in, letting out a satisfied moan.
Katy, beside him, was eating pizza. "So…" she chewed and swallowed. "What are everyone's names?"
With that question, everyone started introducing themselves. Alexei went first, still eating a ton. Then Shang-Chi. Everyone said their name and got to know each other better.
Jhon said he only had one name. People were surprised. What parents give their kid just one name? He said it was for a strange reason—apparently, they wanted him to create his own surname. His exact words: Jhon would define the surname people would remember him by.
Kamala asked him to tell more, to which he winked and said, well, when they reached New Asgard.
As for Yelena, she glanced at Jhon now and then. Jhon simply ignored her. But one person noticed. Kamala had hawk eyes for that kind of thing. She narrowed her eyes and promised herself to uncover whatever was going on. For now, she'd keep eating her chicken leg.
Suddenly.
The submarine shook violently.
THOOM
Plates flew off the tables, crashing to the floor in a symphony of shattered porcelain. Kamala's glass tipped over, spilling soda onto her lap.
"Ah!" she yelped, jumping back from the table.
Alexei, with surprising reflexes for his size, caught his burger mid-air just before it fell. "Ha! Nothing gets wasted when the great Red Guardian is here!"
The mess hall lights flickered. Once. Twice. The electrical hum grew sharper before stabilizing.
'Shit.' Jhon cursed in his mind. He'd sensed the presences minutes ago but hadn't expected an attack so soon.
'Atlanteans. Looks like that damn Namor does exist in this world.'
It was the only explanation for the dozens of beings clinging to the metal like parasites. Their razor-sharp teeth were trying to cut through the submarine's hull.
He'd planned to deal with them later, when everyone was asleep. Avoiding unnecessary witnesses. But nothing ever goes as planned.
'Looks like they couldn't wait any longer,' he thought irritably.
Another impact rocked the submarine. Stronger than the last.
BOOM
"What the hell was that!?" Kate gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white.
Shouts erupted throughout the mess hall. People jumped from their seats, looking around in growing panic. Some ran to their quarters, shoving each other.
Jhon stood calmly, grabbed a napkin, and started wiping his hands. He'd been eating a burger. He hadn't even finished it! "I'll go see what's going on," he said softly.
Riri grabbed his arm before he could leave. "Oh no, no, no! You said you'd stay with us." Her grip wouldn't let go. What if some heavy hitters showed up? Where would her protective tank be?
"What if freaking Wanda shows up?" Riri added, trying to argue.
Jhon's lips twitched. 'Am I a babysitter now?'
He took a deep breath, seeking patience. "There are strong beings down in the ocean, Riri. I need to handle them. If they get in… well, you'll finally taste saltwater."
Kamala visibly paled. "SQUIDS!?" Her voice rose an octave. "I hate squids! They have those gross tentacles and—!"
A vein throbbed on Jhon's forehead. "No. Not squids." Had he mentioned squids without realizing? How did she jump to that?
He sighed and looked at Kamala. "They're beings that once lived in the water."
Riri's eyes widened in understanding. "Like Atlantis?"
"Yes." Jhon nodded. "Now, can you let me go?"
Alexei stood enthusiastically, wiping his hands on his suit. "The great Red Guardian will go with you! Together we'll crush those zombie fish like—"
"No." Jhon's voice was sharp. "You stay here and protect them."
Alexei opened his mouth to protest, but Jhon's glare stopped him.
Something crossed Jhon's mind, making his eyes widen. He almost forgot the drive!
It was the data from that damn SHIELD base. All that tech and classified info Friday had been extracting. It was supposed to be safeguarded and shared with the group. Though he planned to copy it for his own dimension.
But now that he didn't trust Melinda or Yelena… even more reason to take it. And if they tried to stop him, who could?
He turned to where Friday sat silently beside Riri. The Iron Man suit had done nothing during the whole apocalypse. Almost like Tony, who only served for Riri to steal his tech.
"Friday, give me the drive."
The suit extended its hand. A small holographic storage unit appeared in its palm, glowing faint blue.
Jhon took it and stored it in his dimensional inventory without fuss.
But not everyone ignored it.
Melinda narrowed her eyes. "Why did you take it?"
Jhon met her gaze without flinching. "It's safer with me."
Tension hung in the air. Melinda was smart—too smart. She knew she couldn't do anything against Jhon right now. Not with his powers. Not under these circumstances.
So she simply nodded. "As you say."
But in her mind:
'We need to get out alive first, damn it,' she thought, glancing at Yelena and slightly at Alexei, who knew nothing of his "sugar cube's" strategies. 'I'll figure out how to get that data back later.'
Unbeknownst to her, someone could read the subtle changes in her stoic face. Jhon, seeing Melinda's reaction, felt disappointed again.
Shaking his head, he turned to Kamala. Unfortunately, he couldn't change people's choices! He pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket—one he'd prepared hours ago at the base—and handed it to her.
If something went wrong, she could save herself by going to his dimension without interference. But the others? It was ironic: two days ago, he could've left without a care, yet now a part of him would miss the scatterbrained Kamala, the sometimes shy Kate, and the grumpy Riri.
So he looked her in the eyes with the utmost seriousness he'd ever shown her. "You need to memorize this… don't forget it, Kamala. Just in case."
Kamala unfolded the paper with trembling hands. Her eyes went wide as she read it.
[If I shout your name, you must quickly say this: I wish the Zombie virus had never existed in this universe, and that only Riri, Kate, Jhon, and I remember what happened.]
Kamala quickly folded it back, nodding as she swallowed hard. She had so many questions! But she'd save them for when he returned. She carefully tucked it into her pocket.
The mess hall doors burst open.
BANG BANG BANG
Hundreds of armed personnel stormed in, in military formation. Rifles, shotguns, pistols. All aimed inward.
The remaining civilians in the mess hall screamed and ran for the side exits, to their quarters. Clearly, this wasn't their first time. It was routine.
"Shit," Riri cursed, standing slowly. "Looks like my luck's run out."
Jhon gave them a mocking smile. "Looks like you've got work to do."
He raised his hand. A Wakfu portal materialized in front of him, swirling with its characteristic cyan blue.
"See you."
He stepped through and vanished.
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The armed guards advanced, completely surrounding the group. At least fifty of them. All with the same cold, professional expression.
The leader, a man with a scar on his cheek, stepped forward. "Everyone on the ground. Hands on your heads."
Shang-Chi stood slowly, hands raised in peace. "Hey, bro, we were just eating. What's the problem?"
"Silence." The leader snapped his fingers.
Immediately, twenty more guards moved forward with ropes and cuffs.
"To the corner cells," the leader ordered monotonously. "It's your duty to be today's tribute."
A second of silence.
Then everything exploded.
Alexei moved first. He grabbed his new Captain America shield—with the Russian flag—and hurled it.
CLANG
The shield bounced off three rifles, disarming their owners, before returning to his hand.
"LET'S GO, BITCHES!" he roared.
"HAHAHAHA"
Seeing conflict was unavoidable, Kate already had her bow ready. She drew the string instantly, firing arrows.
FWIP FWIP FWIP
Three arrows flew, each hitting weapons and disarming guards without killing. She didn't want to kill normal humans—not when so few remained.
Friday activated her repulsors while hovering. The cannons in her palms glowed blue, emitting flashes that blinded the attackers. She fired directly.
BZZZT BZZZT
Energy beams shot out, hitting the floor in front of the guards, forcing them back.
Riri activated the personal cannons she'd built, mounted on her forearms. "Fuck this!"
BOOM BOOM
Non-lethal energy projectiles exploded, creating smoke clouds.
Melinda moved like a shadow. She drew two pistols from her jacket and fired. But not before noticing no one was fighting to kill. Doing so would cause issues in the "team," which she didn't want.
BANG BANG BANG
Yelena extended her electric batons with a metallic click. She lunged forward with agility.
CRACK
The first guard fell with a strike to the temple. The second took a spinning kick that sent him into the wall.
Blade unsheathed his Uru katanas with a hiss. The blades gleamed under the flickering lights. He had no issue killing, but it would raise questions, and he didn't want to hear Kamala and Riri talk.
SHING SHING
He moved among the guards like a ghost. Rifles and pistols fell like broken toys, useless.
Young Shang-Chi wanted to avoid conflict, but since they were attacked, why hesitate?
He activated his rings instantly, pulling his arms back. The rings seemed to charge as he held them. Then he flung them forward like a flash.
WHOOOM
Guards flew like ragdolls, slamming into the wall.
Katy Chen activated her own three rings. "Showtime!"
BOOM
Her strike created a shockwave that cracked the submarine floor.
The cop, without special weapons, simply clenched his fists. He charged the nearest guard.
CRACK
A hook to the jaw and the guard dropped unconscious.
The other two survivors who came with Shang-Chi joined the fight. One smashed a chair over a guard. The other kicked another in the stomach.
The ninja targeted the five closest. It looked like an Olympic athlete versus five invalids.
He struck their solar plexuses first, then two seconds later delivered kicks to their necks, knocking them out. Took less than five seconds.
The Black Widows, silent until now, dispersed. Ten in total.
They moved in perfect sync. One blocked a rifle. Another broke a knee. A third disarmed two guards at once.
It was a ballet of controlled violence.
But many guards remained. The upside: they weren't shooting to kill either. Sacrifices had to be alive—that was key to their survival in the ocean.
The crowd was about to advance again when the submarine shook with a massive boom.
BOOOOM
This time it was different. Not an external hit.
It was a massive energy explosion that vibrated the entire structure.
Lights flickered violently. Some exploded, raining glass.
The sound was unmistakable.
WHOOOOM CRASH BOOOOM
Impacts were continuous. The submarine tilted side to side. Water pressed harder against the hull.
"What the fuck is going on out there!?" Riri shouted while firing another projectile.
Kamala extended her hand; her bangles activated, generating cosmic energy. Her fist grew three times its normal size.
WHAM
She punched a guard, sending him flying into four others.
"Jhon's fighting!" she yelled. "I can feel the vibrations!"
Another impact rocked the submarine. So strong that everyone—guards and group alike—fell to the floor.
KRAKOOOM
Metal walls groaned. You could hear water pressing from outside.
Alexei stood first, using his shield to block a barrage of shots. "That kid's crazy! He'll sink the submarine with us inside!"
"He won't!" Kate fired another arrow—this one explosive-tipped. It detonated on the ceiling, dropping electrical cables onto the guards. "Trust him!"
BOOOM
Another explosion. This one felt closer. As if Jhon's battle was moving around the submarine.
---
Before Jhon started fighting for his life.
After stepping through the Wakfu portal, he appeared in the submarine's command room.
The two men who were talking widened their eyes sharply. They reached for their weapons.
"WH—"
They didn't finish.
"Zemo, you know…" Jhon spoke softly as he walked, examining every part of the room. Getting closer to them, who couldn't move or speak because translucent Wakfu cords restrained them.
"At first… I was thinking of sending you far away, maybe to another country, maybe throwing you into a zombie horde."
Zemo shuddered; as someone who'd fed people to them, he knew how irrational and brutal zombies could be. His simp beside him was already pissing his pants, making Jhon grimace.
"Because I didn't yet have the mindset to kill a human with 100% rationality." He continued, pushing his hair back. His tone conveyed doubt.
He was now two meters from Zemo and his simp.
"But then I thought: would it be fair to those you slaughtered like cattle if I hesitated to kill you when I can?" One meter closer.
Zemo and his friend couldn't see Jhon's face, only hear his voice. The voice of the person they thought was part of Hydra. Whom they'd just ordered locked in capsules two minutes ago.
Yes, why care if someone else lived when he could rebuild Hydra from scratch?
So Zemo was a bit nervous. He couldn't die! Not before fulfilling his purpose.
Jhon wouldn't let him speak.
"Then I reached a conclusion."
The footsteps stopped. Only the simp's terrified sobbing could be heard.
FWOOOOSH
A small rush of air sounded in the room. The two blinked and saw what appeared.
Jhon, who had been one meter away a second ago, now stood right in front of them, staring into their eyes with his completely red, overflowing with killing intent.
"You have to die."
Zemo didn't manage a single gesture. Jhon yanked the cord.
CRACK
Their necks snapped in two. Ending their lives. The other man's horrified expression frozen on his face.
He stared at their bodies for a while, processing and accepting his feelings about taking human lives. He closed his eyes, breathed slowly.
Then opened them. Nothing had changed. He hadn't become a serial killer. He was still Jhon, gradually freeing himself from the limits of human morality.
Good? Bad? Time would tell.
---
Two minutes after that. He expected nausea, like normal people think happens after killing. But nothing. Maybe because he'd already killed zombies—walking shit. Maybe his mind categorized these two men as more walking shit, not worthy of complexity.
So now he was outside the submarine, flying as a Wakfu portal closed behind him.
"Alright, time to use that energy." He spoke aloud, slapping his cheeks. The cold ocean air hit his face, creating a scene worthy of a painting.
His body began saturating with yellowish energy everywhere. His eyes turned yellow, signaling the use of his cosmic energy.
'Here we go.'
He canceled his flight and let himself fall toward the ocean, his tiny figure translucent from the speed of gravity.
One second later, he pierced the water. Leaving a trail of glowing bubbles.
Underwater, he looked down at the submarine.
'Sons of bitches.'
Dozens of figures clung to the metal hull like leeches. Their pale, necrotic bodies glowed faintly. Atlanteans. Zombie Atlanteans. Their hands pounded the metal, seeking entry, seeking fresh flesh.
"Shit."
The Atlanteans sensed him approaching. Their heads turned in unison, red eyes fixing on him like predators. One screeched, the sound distorted by water but still grotesque.
They charged.
Jhon extended both hands.
Wakfu responded.
Hundreds of cyan blue energy lines emerged from his palms, extending like glowing tentacles. They moved with a will of their own, each seeking a zombie neck.
The lines wrapped around.
The Atlanteans thrashed, trying to break free, but Wakfu was stronger. Jhon clenched his fists.
The lines tightened.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
Necks snapped in a cascade. Bodies floated lifeless, slowly sinking into the black abyss.
Silence.
Jhon floated there, observing his work. The Wakfu lines dissolved into glowing particles.
'That shit was too easy,' he thought, unable to speak underwater.
He shouldn't have thought that. Because that's when he felt something approaching at unimaginable speed—something Abomination could never match.
A predatory smile formed on his face. He knew who it was, and the prospect of ending this damn Aquaman copy excited him.
He turned instantly, positioning himself. But he reacted too late.
His pupils dilated fully as he saw a fist heading straight for his face at extreme speed.
'SHIT.'
He raised his own fist just as fast, bracing for impact. It all happened in an instant—he didn't even have time to open a portal.
BOOM
CRACK
The fist hit his forearm, making his eyes widen.
"AHHHHHH" A scream of pain escaped his mouth, forcing him to swallow ocean water. His damn forearm had just been shattered.
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End of Chapter 18. 5000 words.
Hope you enjoyed it. I was late because I got home late from work.
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