Forty-eight total options. Each one catalogued with clinical precision—environment type, monster classifications, level ranges, loot distributions, and the critical detail that made them available: cooldown periods or economic valuations that rendered them unsuitable for Hall operations.
Ciel's analytical mind processed the information with practiced efficiency, his enhanced perception tracking patterns across the data that most awakeners would miss.
[Available Dungeon Cores — Ownership Transfer]
The first section contained dungeons with prohibitive cooldown periods:
1. Frozen Tundra
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Environment: Arctic wasteland with ice formations
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Monster Type: Ice wolves
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Level Range: 5-15
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Cooldown: 16 days between party attempts
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Primary Loot: Frost essence, preserved pelts
2. Mushroom Grotto
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Environment: Damp cave system with bioluminescent fungi
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Monster Type: spore creatures
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Level Range: 5-15
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Cooldown: 21 days between party attempts
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Primary Loot: Medicinal fungi, spore samples
3. Crystal Cavern
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Environment: Underground chamber system with crystalline formations
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Monster Type: stone golems
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Level Range: 1-10
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Cooldown: 18 days between party attempts
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Primary Loot: Raw mana crystals (low grade)
4. Slime Plains
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Environment: Rolling grasslands with scattered water sources
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Monster Type: Slimes (Base variety)
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Level Range: 1-10
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Cooldown: 14 days between party attempts
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Primary Loot: Slime Mass (neutral base ingredient for potion crafting)
5. Ember Fields
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Environment: Volcanic plains with lava streams
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Monster Type: magma beetles
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Level Range: 1-10
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Cooldown: 19 days between party attempts
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Primary Loot: Ember shards, heat-resistant materials
6. Windscar Canyon
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Environment: Deep canyon with constant air currents
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Monster Type: storm hawks
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Level Range: 5-15
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Cooldown: 15 days between party attempts
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Primary Loot: Wind crystals, feather components
The list continued—forty-two more dungeons, each with similar characteristics. Long cooldown periods that made them economically inefficient for guild operations. A single party could only attempt each dungeon once every two to three weeks, and while other parties could theoretically access them during that window, the loot distributions weren't valuable enough to justify coordinating multiple teams.
For standard guild operations, these dungeons represented poor resource allocation. But for Ciel's purposes, they were perfect.
The cooldown doesn't matter if I'm not running it for loot, he thought, his fingers tracing the Slime Plains entry. What matters is creating an ecosystem in my Realm. And for that, I need a dungeon core that provides foundational diversity.
Slimes were about as basic as dungeon monsters got. Water, Earth, Fire, Wind—the four elemental varieties that formed the building blocks of more complex magical ecosystems. They weren't threatening to anyone past First Stage, their loot was modest but consistently useful, and most importantly, they represented stable, reproducible monster populations.
The World Tree needs a blueprint, Ciel recalled the System's warning. The dungeon core determines the initial environment created. Slimes mean elemental diversity, adaptable terrain, and monsters that can serve as foundational species for whatever comes next.
More exotic dungeons offered tempting alternatives. The Crystal Cavern would provide mineral-rich environments. The Frozen Tundra could create unique cold-weather ecosystems. But those were specialized—narrow focuses that might limit future development.
Slime Plains was generalist. Adaptable. Perfect for establishing basic infrastructure that could evolve into something more complex later.
Decision made, Ciel rolled the parchment carefully and secured it with a leather cord. The time to reach Dawn Guild headquarters would be roughly forty five minutes through morning streets still waking to the day's activities.
He left the Nova household as the sun climbed higher, painting buildings in shades that gave Amber City its name. Merchants were setting up their stalls, awakeners heading toward various destinations, children running through plazas with the particular energy that never quite left cities no matter how structured they became.
The guild building dominated the district's center as always—steel and mana glass construction that seemed to glow from within, its spires piercing the morning sky with architectural confidence. Guards at the entrance recognized him immediately, waving him through without the usual identity verification.
Inside, the lobby bustled with activity. Awakeners lined up at counters processing mission reports and contract assignments. The ambient mana concentration was noticeably higher here than in the streets—a byproduct of so many powerful items and people gathered in one place.
The administrative clerk who'd handled his previous paperwork looked up as Ciel approached, recognition flickering across her features. "Ciel Nova. I assume you're here about the dungeon ownership transfer?"
"Slime Plains," Ciel confirmed, sliding the document across the polished counter. "I'm selecting that core for transfer."
Her eyebrows rose fractionally. "Slime Plains? That's... an unusual choice." Her fingers moved across her crystal interface, pulling up the dungeon's detailed records. "Most awakeners who've earned ownership through contracts go for dungeons with higher loot values or more prestigious monster classifications."
"The cooldown period makes it suitable for my purposes," Ciel replied evenly. "And the elemental variety in slime populations provides tactical advantages for specific training applications."
The clerk studied him for a moment, clearly wanting to ask follow-up questions but respecting professional boundaries. "Very well. The transfer requires Guild Master Chakravedi's final authorization. Please wait while I contact her office."
She stepped away to a communication crystal, her voice too low to make out specific words. Ciel used the wait time to review his mental checklist. The biomass requirement was already complete— dungeon grinding had accumulated well over ten thousand units worth of monster materials. The World Tree just needed the core to begin integration.
Five minutes later, the clerk returned. "Authorization confirmed. Guild Master Chakravedi approved the transfer personally." She pulled out a crystalline sphere roughly the size of Ciel's fist, its interior swirling with faint green-blue light. "This is the Slime Plains dungeon core. Once transferred to your ownership, you'll have exclusive access rights. The cooldown timer applies per party, but since you're the sole owner, that effectively means you can attempt it once every fourteen days."
She set the core on the counter between them, then produced a formal contract written in precise script. "Standard ownership terms apply. You're responsible for core maintenance, security, and any liability arising from dungeon-related incidents. The guild retains right of inspection if public safety concerns arise, but otherwise this becomes your property to manage as you see fit."
Ciel read through the contract carefully, his analytical mind noting the key clauses. Maintenance costs—minimal for Tier 1 dungeons. Security requirements—standard protocols to prevent unauthorized access. Liability terms—standard boilerplate that essentially meant he couldn't let the dungeon breach into surrounding areas.
All reasonable. All expected.
"Acceptable," he said, signing his name with practiced precision. The moment his signature solidified on the parchment, the contract glowed briefly before dissolving into motes of light—System recognition of a binding agreement.
The clerk nodded approval. "Ownership transfer is complete. The core is yours, Ciel Nova. Use it well."
He carefully lifted the sphere, feeling its weight—not just physical mass, but the concentrated mana of an entire pocket dimension compressed into crystalline form. The core pulsed against his palm with gentle rhythm, like a heartbeat waiting to wake.
One step closer, Ciel thought, securing the core in his inventory. Now to see what the World Tree makes of this.
The walk back through Amber City felt different somehow. He was carrying a piece of genuine permanence now—not just equipment that could be replaced or resources that could be spent, but fundamental infrastructure that would shape his Realm's development for years to come.
By the time he reached the Nova household, morning had settled into early afternoon. The streets had grown more crowded, the normal rhythms of city life continuing regardless of his particular achievements.
Ciel climbed the stairs to his room, closed the door, and immediately stepped into his Realm.
The transition was seamless—reality folding around him as dimensional barriers parted to allow passage. His pocket dimension materialized in layers: first the familiar sensation of clean air and vital energy, then the visual details resolving with crystal clarity.
The World Tree dominated the landscape as always, but its recent evolution made it even more imposing. Four meters of bark caught light from everywhere and nowhere, its branches spreading in patterns that suggested both organic growth and geometric precision. The leaves shimmered with inner radiance, their glow creating dancing shadows across the grass that seemed to move with purpose.
And at the tree's base, the three monuments stood sentinel. Training, Life, and Protection—each contributing their unique benefits to the Realm's growing infrastructure.
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The ten mana wells pulsed in synchronized rhythm throughout the space, their combined output creating visible streams of energy that flowed through the air like luminous rivers. One thousand mana produced daily—enough to sustain the World Tree's maintenance costs with substantial reserves remaining.
Ciel walked toward the tree, feeling its awareness touch his consciousness. Not quite communication, but recognition—acknowledgment that its creator had returned.
He pulled the dungeon core from his storage, the crystalline sphere materializing in his hands with gentle weight. The green-blue light within swirled faster now, responding to the Realm's ambient mana.
This is it, Ciel thought, stepping close enough to touch the World Tree's bark. The final piece of the ecosystem unlock requirements.
He placed the core at the tree's base, setting it carefully against crystalline roots that had grown deeper into the Realm's fundamental substrate. For a moment, nothing happened.
Then the roots moved.
Not violently, but with deliberate purpose—tendrils of bark extending to wrap around the dungeon core like fingers closing around a precious treasure. The sphere pulsed brighter, its internal light synchronizing with the tree's own glow.
Golden radiance erupted from the point of contact, spreading through the root system in waves that made the entire tree illuminate from within. Ciel stepped back instinctively, his enhanced perception tracking mana flows that were rapidly approaching overwhelming intensity.
The core began to sink—not falling, but being absorbed into the tree's structure. The crystalline bark flowed around it like liquid rather than solid matter, incorporating the sphere into itself with organic fluidity that defied normal physics.
Then the System notification appeared:
[Ecosystem Integration Initiated]
[Dungeon Core: Slime Plains — Detected and Absorbed]
[World Tree analyzing blueprint...]
[Integration Progress: 0%]
[Estimated Time: 14 days]
[Warning: During integration, World Tree will consume additional mana. Daily maintenance cost increased to 400 mana/day temporarily.]
Ciel absorbed the information quickly. Fourteen days. Two weeks for the tree to fully process and integrate the dungeon's environmental blueprint into the Realm's structure. The doubled maintenance cost was concerning but manageable—his mana wells would still produce enough to cover expenses with minimal surplus.
Two weeks, he thought, watching as the golden radiance slowly faded to leave the tree looking subtly different. The bark where the core had been absorbed now carried faint green-blue veins that pulsed in rhythm with the tree's heartbeat. Two weeks until the Realm becomes truly alive.
The biomass requirement had been completed. The dungeon core was now integrating. Both major requirements satisfied.
In fourteen days, the Ecosystem passive would unlock. His Realm would begin nurturing self-sustaining lifeforms, establishing natural cycles that would transform barren plains into something genuinely alive.
But first, Ciel reminded himself, I need to focus on reaching level twenty. Second Awakening comes before ecosystem management.
He turned from the World Tree, his enhanced perception noting the subtle changes already beginning. The grass near the integration point seemed slightly more vibrant, the air carrying faint traces of elemental mana that hadn't been present before. Just hints of what would come, but noticeable to someone who knew what to look for.
Then his awareness touched on another presence in the Realm—the egg.
Ciel had placed it near one of the mana wells after receiving it from the Spider's Lair clearance, positioned where ambient energy would flow across it constantly. The System had specified that sufficient mana exposure over extended period would trigger hatching.
He walked toward the well, curiosity drawing him despite his exhaustion from contract dungeon clears. The egg rested exactly where he'd left it, but something had changed.
The shell was more vibrant now—the mottled gray and black patterns seemed to shift more actively, creating almost hypnotic designs that held attention longer than they should. And the presence radiating from it had intensified, no longer dormant quiet but something approaching awareness.
Ciel knelt beside the egg, analyzing its current state. The mana concentration within had increased substantially—the constant exposure to mana production was having exactly the effect the System had described.
It's growing, he realized. Whatever's inside, it's developing faster now that it has access to concentrated mana.
The shell pulsed with warmth against his palm when he touched it—not uncomfortable, but noticeable. Alive. Waiting. The creature within wasn't ready to hatch yet, but the progress was undeniable.
[???'s Egg]
[Incubation Progress: 2%]
[Estimated Time to Hatching: 2-4 weeks at current mana exposure]
Two to four weeks. Roughly the same timeline as the ecosystem integration, give or take. By the time the World Tree finished processing the Slime Plains blueprint, whatever was in this egg would be close to emerging.
Two major developments happening simultaneously, Ciel thought, carefully repositioning the egg to ensure optimal mana exposure. The Realm becoming alive, and something unknown preparing to be born. The timing is... coincidental. Or perhaps not coincidental at all.
The System had given him the egg after an S-rank clearance of peak Tier 1 dungeon. That level of reward distribution suggested genuine significance rather than random loot. And the fact that it defied System identification meant whatever was inside represented something unusual even by awakener standards.
A companion, the System had noted in the description. Will bond with first individual it sees upon hatching.
Bonding mechanisms were rare but not unheard of in historical accounts. Legendary tamers had formed connections with creatures that defied normal combat classifications, creating partnerships that elevated both human and monster beyond their individual capabilities.
But those were stories from decades past, before the System's formalization. Modern awakening didn't typically include monster taming as a viable path—the System's class structure didn't support it except in extremely rare cases.
Yet here I am with an egg that promises exactly that, Ciel acknowledged. Another element that doesn't fit normal progression patterns. Like everything else about my class.
He stood, taking one final look around his Realm before preparing to exit. The World Tree glowed with integration progress, its crystalline bark processing the dungeon core's blueprint with patient determination. The mana wells pulsed their steady rhythm, producing the energy that sustained everything. The monuments stood sentinel, their passive effects creating advantages that compounded across all activities conducted here.
And the egg waited, growing stronger with each passing day.
Fourteen days for ecosystem integration, Ciel thought, stepping toward the Realm's exit point. Two to four weeks for the egg to hatch. And I need to reach level twenty and complete Second Awakening before the Academy entrance exams.
The timeline was tight but manageable. Everything was proceeding according to plan, even with the unexpected additions of dungeon ownership and mysterious eggs.
The familiar shimmer of dimensional transition waited—his gateway between pocket dimension and mundane reality. Ciel stepped through without hesitation.
The world folded inward, his Realm's clean vitality replaced by his room's familiar atmosphere. The late afternoon sun slanted through windows at angles that painted everything in warm amber light.
Ciel moved to his desk, pulling out his notebook to update his tactical planning. The next two weeks would focus on reaching level twenty through careful dungeon selection and then completing his second awakening.
After Second Awakening, he could properly explore the ecosystem's capabilities once integration completed. Test how the Slime Plains blueprint manifested in his Realm's environment. Begin understanding what advantages a self-sustaining ecosystem might provide beyond just aesthetic improvements.
And somewhere in that timeline, the egg would hatch. Whatever emerged would bond to him immediately, becoming a permanent companion whose capabilities remained completely unknown until that moment.
Too many variables, his analytical mind noted with something approaching amusement. But manageable variables. Everything is proceeding forward, even if the path ahead isn't perfectly clear.
He set the charcoal aside, satisfied with his updated planning. The contract dungeons were complete. Dungeon ownership secured. Ecosystem integration initiated. The egg incubating steadily.
All the pieces were in motion. Now he just needed to maintain momentum, reach the next threshold, and see what happened when everything came together.
Ciel leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a moment of quiet satisfaction. Four peak Tier 1 dungeons cleared solo. One hundred thousand mana stones earned. Level nineteen reached with twenty tantalizingly close. Enhanced gear acquired through System rewards that genuinely improved his capabilities.
And beyond all that—a World Tree preparing to birth an ecosystem, and an egg carrying something the System itself couldn't identify.
Not bad, he thought, the ghost of a smile touching his features. Not bad at all.
The afternoon stretched toward evening as Ciel sat at his desk, processing everything that had happened. The contract dungeons felt like they'd taken weeks despite completing all four in just over twelve days. Each clearance had pushed him differently—testing combat capability, resource management, environmental adaptation, and tactical creativity in turn.
But they were done now. The immediate pressure had lifted, replaced by the steadier rhythm of planned progression toward Second Awakening.
His enhanced perception tracked the sun's descent through the window, noting how the light painted his room in shifting hues as afternoon transitioned toward dusk. The familiar sounds of the Nova household drifted through walls—his mother in the kitchen preparing dinner, his father's voice from the study discussing something with Eren in tones that suggested lesson rather than conversation.
Normal evening routines. The kind of mundane continuation that felt precious after days spent in hostile dungeons where mistakes could be lethal.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Ciel?" His mother's voice carried through the door. "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes."
"Thank you," he called back. "I'll be down."
He used the remaining time to review his status one final time, confirming the changes that had accumulated through contract completions:
[Status Window – Ciel Nova]
Class: Unique – Realm Holder
Level: 19
Awakening State: 1st Awakening
Health Points (HP): 1,988 / 1,988
Mana Points (MP): 3,950 / 3,950
Stats:
Strength: 25(+10)
Agility: 30
Endurance: 25(+10)
Intelligence: 25
Wisdom: 60(+5)
Luck: 15
The improvements were substantial. The stat potion had enhanced his Wisdom permanently, increasing mana capacity and regeneration rates. The necklace had boosted both Endurance and Strength, improving survivability and physical power. And four successful dungeon clears had pushed him to level nineteen, just one threshold away from Second Awakening eligibility.
One more level, Ciel thought, dismissing the status window. Then I can attempt my own awakening quest. Probably aim for five or six stars like Sora and Veldora did. The stat gains from General-tier classification will be crucial for Academy entrance exams.
But that was tomorrow's concern. Tonight, he could simply rest and let his body recover from the sustained exertion of days' worth of peak Tier 1 combat.
Dinner was simple but satisfying—his mother's cooking elevated basic ingredients through genuine skill and the particular care that came from preparing food for family. They ate together at the worn wooden table, conversation flowing easily through topics that had nothing to do with dungeons or contracts.
His father mentioned matters that Ciel half-listened to while his mind drifted. Eren complained about a particularly difficult exercise with the theatrical frustration that came naturally to twelve-year-olds. His mother shared neighborhood gossip that somehow managed to be both mundane and oddly compelling.
Normal family dinner. The kind of experience that grounded him after days spent in environments where every moment demanded tactical awareness and perfect execution.
"You look tired," his mother observed between bites. "The contract work was demanding?"
"Challenging but manageable," Ciel replied. "Four dungeons cleared. All successful completions."
Arthur's eyebrows rose slightly. "Four peak Tier 1 dungeons solo already? That's... aggressive pacing even for experienced awakeners."
"The timeline was necessary. Each dungeon had outbreak countdowns that required prompt attention." Ciel took another bite before continuing. "But they're complete now. Contract fulfilled, payment processing, dungeon ownership secured."
"Dungeon ownership?" His father's tone carried genuine interest now. "Which core did you select?"
"Slime Plains. Fourteen-day cooldown between attempts, basic elemental variety in monster populations." Ciel explained his reasoning concisely. "The extended cooldown makes it unsuitable for guild operations but perfect for my particular applications."
His mother looked between them with the patient expression of someone who'd long accepted that awakener conversations would inevitably turn technical. "And after this? More contracts?"
"No. Focus shifts to reaching level twenty and preparing for Second Awakening." Ciel set his fork aside, the meal finished. "The Academy entrance exams are still the primary goal. Everything else is just infrastructure development."
"Sensible priorities," Arthur approved. "Though I'd recommend taking at least three days' proper rest before resuming dungeon runs. Your body needs recovery time even if your HP reserves are full."
"I know." Ciel had been planning exactly that—three days of lighter activity while his physical fatigue properly resolved. "I'm not trying to burn out before the important challenges arrive."
The conversation drifted to other topics as they finished dinner and began clearing the table. Eren disappeared to his room with homework in tow. Arthur returned to his study where guild documents awaited review. His mother began cleaning the kitchen with the practiced efficiency of someone who'd performed the same routine thousands of times.
Ciel climbed the stairs to his room as evening deepened into proper night. The familiar space welcomed him—desk organized with tactical notes, equipment stored carefully, everything in its place through careful habit.
He moved to the window, looking out across Amber City as lights began dominating over fading daylight. Somewhere out there, Sora and Veldora were probably finishing their own evening routines. Training, studying, preparing for whatever came next with the same dedication that had carried them through their General-tier Second Awakenings.
Two weeks since we separated, Ciel thought. Two weeks of solo grinding while they coordinated as a party. But the separation is temporary. Once I reach Second Stage, we can reform properly.
The Academy entrance exams loomed two months away—enough time to complete Second Awakening, establish his new capabilities, and coordinate with his team for whatever challenges the exams presented.
But that was future concern. Tonight, he could simply rest.
Ciel changed into sleep clothes with mechanical efficiency, his body already anticipating the relief of proper rest after days of sustained alertness. The bed welcomed him with familiar comfort, and within minutes his enhanced endurance allowed him to slip into genuine sleep rather than the half-aware state that often plagued awakeners after intense combat operations.
Dreams came—fragmented images of cry trees and swirling dungeon cores, of eggs that pulsed with unknown life and ecosystems waiting to be born. Not quite nightmares, but not entirely comfortable either. Just his subconscious processing everything that had happened, sorting experience into memory with the particular efficiency that came from enhanced mental statistics.
When morning light finally painted his window in copper and gold, Ciel woke feeling genuinely rested for the first time in over a week. The deep fatigue that had been accumulating through consecutive dungeon clears had lifted, replaced by clean vitality that made even breathing feel effortless.
He went through morning routines with practiced precision—washing, dressing, basic mana circulation exercises that confirmed his reserves were at maximum capacity. The three days of planned rest stretched ahead, offering time to process recent achievements and prepare properly for the final push toward level twenty.
But first, breakfast. His stomach reminded him with gentle insistence that even enhanced awakeners needed fuel, and his mother's cooking was worth appreciating properly rather than rushing through.
Downstairs, the familiar sounds and scents of morning in the Nova household welcomed him. Another day beginning, another cycle of normal life continuing regardless of dungeons cleared or infrastructure developed.
And somewhere in his Realm, the World Tree processed its integration of the Slime Plains blueprint while an egg grew stronger with each passing hour.
Everything was proceeding forward. The path remained clear even if the ultimate destination was still forming.
Ciel smiled slightly as he entered the kitchen, ready to face whatever came next.
One step at a time. One threshold at a time.
Until everything came together.
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