Type-Moon: The Human Love Simulator [148] [30 PS]

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The enticing "Nero Party" still hadn't begun.

Nero didn't take the red team selected by Alaya seriously, but Su Kai was keenly aware that Alaya never acted without purpose. If it wasn't targeting him, fine. But since it proposed a game with the "Throne of Heroes" as the wager, it would surely go all-in with every card it held.

Alaya's significant investment wasn't to do Su Kai any favors; it genuinely wanted him as its enforcer.

Throughout human history, the number of overpowered Heroic Spirits was countless. If Alaya decided to play dirty, it could temporarily elevate any summoned Heroic Spirit to a Grand-class vessel.

Of course, Su Kai wouldn't agree to such a shameless strategy. If Alaya had the courage to flip the table, there would have been no need to negotiate a Holy Grail War to resolve the past disputes.

Besides, while Grand-class vessels were powerful, few Heroic Spirits could truly embody their strength. Even with a Grand-class vessel, some Heroic Spirits still couldn't match the level of true Grand Servants.

"Nero, stop messing around. How did you summon Rider?" Su Kai called out to Nero, who was about to train her Rider, his confusion evident. "I didn't see you draw a summoning circle or chant any spells."

"Hmm? Kai, have you forgotten? Heroic Spirits can also be summoned directly through compatibility."

Nero smirked as she teased her reluctant Rider. This peculiar dynamic delighted the mischievous Roman Emperor immensely. She looked up and declared, "It all depends on the bond you share with the Heroic Spirit."

As the unparalleled beauty of the heavens and earth, another version of herself was far more appealing than some barbarian king.

The summoning of Heroic Spirits through holy relics worked similarly: the relic carried the Heroic Spirit's essence, creating a connection to summon them.

"If that's the case…" Su Kai sighed, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "I might end up summoning two, maybe even more, deities!"

The gods of Greece were never far away, and deities willing to respond to Suren's summons were far from scarce. However, unless Suren specifically named a deity, Athena and Hestia would undoubtedly outcompete the others.

Innate Skill: Summoning Heroic Spirits guarantees a response from Athena and Hestia.

As for Artemis, she had already bent the rules by becoming a Master. After all, Atalanta was her follower, and the other gods had no desire to challenge her claim.

"But there's no rush to summon Artemis," Su Kai turned to the British trio and said, "Lily, Merlin, and Morgan, it's best for the three of you to summon Heroic Spirits as soon as possible."

"If I'm not mistaken, you'll likely summon parallel-world counterparts of yourselves, which would weaken the enemy's combat strength."

The small lion cub Artoria, who was busy feasting, raised her head with a puzzled expression. "Kai, I get why we need to summon quickly, but how would that weaken the enemy? Are we planning a surprise attack?"

If not for Atalanta's resources, Artoria's appetite alone would've driven the group to take up prizefighting in Southeast Asia.

"Surprise attacks are impossible with an impartial Ruler like Orange." Su Kai shrugged. "That biased referee can track every Heroic Spirit's movements if they want—basically giving the enemy a full map hack."

"But it doesn't matter to me," Su Kai continued. "The strong sharpen their claws, while the weak hone their wits. If they have the confidence to face us head-on, why resort to such petty tactics?"

"Let them have this so-called advantage. So what?"

Su Kai's expression was a blend of amusement and disdain, as if he were gazing down from above. "After all, fighting me, Su Kai, under fair conditions is inherently unfair. No matter the enemy's advantage, or how much initiative I lose or concede…"

"None of that determines the final outcome. Strength alone decides victory."

He paused, then grinned. "No worries. However many come, I'll crush them all the same!"

The confidence radiating from Su Kai was overwhelming. It was as if every challenge was nothing more than dust, blown away by the slightest breeze. His commanding presence was both magnetic and intimidating.

"I think I get it now, Kai," Merlin smacked her palm in realization. "The enemy's Heroic Spirits… they're all women, aren't they?"

"Exactly, Merlin! That's it!" Su Kai snapped his fingers with a sudden laugh. "You finally understand me. While the request might sound a bit over the top, think about it—it's a brilliant move!"

At first glance, Su Kai's demand seemed ludicrously self-indulgent: only female Heroic Spirits could participate, and the losers had to grant him one wish. The implications were scandalous, conjuring images of decadence and tyranny.

Yet, on reflection, it was a stroke of genius.

Historically, humanity was predominantly a male-dominated society, with far more male heroes than female. Naturally, their strength followed suit.

Among female Grand-class Heroic Spirits, only Artoria as the Saber and Merlin as the Caster qualified.

All other Grand-class vessels were male.

But these two TYPE-MOON icons were already on Su Kai's side. By having Artoria summon Artoria and Merlin summon Merlin, they effectively banned the enemy from accessing the Grand pool.

The opposition could deploy other potential Grand candidates, but Su Kai's counter-strategy dealt a blow to Alaya's options equivalent to Alaya's restrictions on him.

With this tit-for-tat maneuver, even if their Masters couldn't participate in combat, their team still had two potential Grand-class Heroic Spirits—each with EX-level skills or Noble Phantasms.

And Alaya's red team Masters, similarly barred from fighting, were left with… what exactly?

It wasn't like they could toss Gilgamesh or Hercules into the mix, right?

…Wait, they might actually have Gilgamesh.

"I really doubt Alaya has a chance, but if it's so confident…" Su Kai stroked his chin, deliberating for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Then I'll shatter its unrealistic ambitions!"

Noticing Morgan's silence and furrowed brow, Su Kai reassured her, "Don't overthink it. It's just a game, like the Great Trial Singularity I created. Everyone should focus on having fun."

"Even if we lose, it's no big deal. Nothing's more important than having fun~"

Su Kai seemed utterly indifferent to the outcome. Losing would mean giving up a template, but he could always draw endless power from human history through his simulator.

With gains outweighing losses, the world would eventually belong to him.

But Morgan suddenly raised her head and said, "No, Kai, I've never doubted your decisions. I'll always support you, and I now understand the brilliance of your strategy. Limiting the battle to female Heroic Spirits is truly ingenious."

"However!" Morgan pouted, visibly upset. "Why are you only urging Lily and Merlin? Do you think I, Morgan, am not strong enough?"

Wait, you're arguing about this now?

Su Kai sighed, "Fine, fine, Morgan, you should summon Morgan too. I just got distracted and forgot—"

"I don't want to hear it! You obviously think I'm weaker than Lily and Merlin because I don't have a Grand-class vessel!" Morgan's anger flared, unwilling to let it slide.

The munching Artoria dabbed her lips gracefully with a napkin, her small lion cub belly barely satisfied, and declared with righteous indignation, "But big sister, you don't have a Grand vessel. Isn't that the truth?"

"In terms of strength, you should really learn from Merlin and me!"

The increasingly sly little dream demon Merlin chimed in "helpfully," "Morgan, it's not entirely your fault. In proper human history, you don't even have a male counterpart, which means your achievements weren't enough to warrant a gender-flipped version."

On the Moon Cell side, whether male-turned-female Heroic Spirits were strong wasn't always clear. But female-turned-male Heroic Spirits? Absolutely powerful.

Without anyone to hold them back, the two troublemakers continued to provoke Morgan, who grew visibly agitated.

After all, if Morgan were truly strong enough, she wouldn't have taken Merlin's words to heart. Her reaction proved she knew the truth.

"That's not necessarily the case! Who says I don't have a powerful class?"

Morgan huffed indignantly, but Su Kai wasn't the type to sit back and enjoy a catfight. He quickly stepped in to soothe Morgan, calming his wolfish girlfriend with practiced ease.

Now, it was Merlin and Artoria's turn to look disgruntled. Meanwhile, Morgan basked in her newfound satisfaction, her swaying hips radiating smugness. If she had a tail, she'd likely be wagging it hard enough to leave bruises on Su Kai's legs.

Su Kai, utterly exasperated, shot Artemis a pleading look.

The goddess returned a wise yet indifferent gaze. She had no intention of getting involved with these mischievous little devils.

Su Kai sighed internally. He'd noticed over the past few days that the British trio harbored subtle animosity toward Artemis.

Though the trio's internal relationships weren't great—Lily and Morgan had been adversaries for millennia, Merlin's backstabbing was a frequent annoyance, and their shared grudges with her had long been documented—they banded together when faced with outsiders.

Strangely enough, the trio had once considered Nero an enemy, but after fighting alongside her, they now treated her as one of their own. Shared experiences, as it turned out, created unbreakable bonds.

The ones now being excluded? Artemis and Atalanta.

But unlike their bickering with Nero, the trio's resistance toward Artemis was more subdued, polished, and impossible to pin down.

They spoke to her with impeccable formality, their politeness so overwhelming it sent chills down Su Kai's spine.

There wasn't much he could do about it. It wasn't as though he could throw Artemis into the mix with Nero's silver party and call it a day, right?

When in doubt, silver parties solve everything?

Yeah, not with Artemis and Atalanta. That'd be too much of a stretch.

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Aside from Artemis and Su Kai, the British Trio and Nero had all summoned their Heroic Spirits.

After all, Su Kai and Artemis summoning deities was a given, so they didn't need to worry about Alaya hijacking their summoning slots.

Unsurprisingly, the British Trio summoned alternate versions of themselves: a Saber-class King of Knights, a Caster-class Flower Mage, and—most unexpectedly—a Berserker-class Morgan.

Berserker Morgan was Morgan's most powerful form, a corrupted fairy queen turned savior. Her overwhelming strength undoubtedly placed her among the top-tier Heroic Spirits.

How Morgan managed to summon such a version of herself remained a mystery, but she had certainly gone all out to maintain her dignity.

On the other hand, Artoria's summoned Saber counterpart was a younger, more naïve version of herself. Her furrowed brows and displeased expression spoke volumes.

"This... milk-drinking child who hasn't even gone to school—is this supposed to be me?" Artoria's face turned crimson with embarrassment. While this younger self was undeniably powerful—complete with Excalibur and Avalon as guarantees of strength—her fragile spirit and indecisiveness left much to be desired.

Rather than exploring new possibilities, she wallowed in self-pity over her kingdom's failures, ultimately rejecting the history she had shaped. How could someone like that be considered a proper monarch?

In contrast, the Berserker-class Morgan—despite being unhinged—had an unshakable will. She treated everyone, even her Master, as insignificant ants or peasants.

If nothing else, at least she didn't doubt herself.

As for Merlin, her summoning results were disappointingly on-brand: a mischievous homunculus named "Mellie."

Su Kai's immediate suggestion? Everyone should pause whatever they were doing and give Mellie a good thrashing.

Ultimately, though, no one got around to it—not because they didn't want to, but because by the time they finished listing Mellie's countless crimes, the sun had risen.

"We're still missing three classes…" Su Kai mused. "I think I know which two Heroic Spirits I'll summon. With their strength, class won't matter."

"Artemis, you should go first. Let's see which class suits the Heroic Spirit you summon."

Artemis nodded. Unlike the British Trio, she couldn't summon herself, as her proper human history counterpart was a deity, not a Heroic Spirit. Without a presence in the Throne of Heroes, summoning herself was impossible.

With that in mind, Artemis didn't bother with holy relics or careful selection. Instead, she used pure magical energy to force a Heroic Spirit summoning.

"Archer—Atalanta, reporting for duty!"

Her pale green hair swayed like a forest canopy, complemented by twitching cat ears of the same hue. The elegant and lively features of her face marked her as Atalanta, Greece's greatest female hero and archer, and Su Kai's first connection to Greek mythology.

It made perfect sense—too much sense.

Artemis, while possessing Atalanta's body, had summoned Atalanta as a Servant. It couldn't have been more fitting.

"Atalanta, huh?" Su Kai remarked, genuinely surprised. "Artemis, I thought you'd summon Apollo!"

Apollo, the King of the Silver Bow, ranked among the top gods of the pantheon and was Artemis's twin brother.

But instead of Apollo, another version of Atalanta appeared.

"Well, I won't deny it—I did initially consider Apollo."

Artemis nodded, then turned playful. "But I was worried he'd hit on you. So after some thought, I decided against it."

"While Apollo is my dearest brother, Su Kai, you are my most exceptional follower and my one true love."

"Artemis, good choice. Excellent choice!" Su Kai gave her a big thumbs-up, wholeheartedly agreeing.

Though he welcomed the affection of those who loved him, the thought of Apollo's advances? Hard pass.

Absolutely out of bounds!

Nero, unable to resist, interjected, "Ugh, such a sappy couple, and they're on my team, no less. What a disaster…"

The banter between Su Kai and his Heroic Spirit didn't stop. No one treated this game as anything serious.

Compared to the choices and trials they'd faced in the past, a mere Holy Grail War was nothing.

Unnoticed by either Su Kai or Artemis, a golden glint flickered in Atalanta's eyes—divine gold, unmistakably belonging to a god.

So, when exactly were the gods planning to return Atalanta's body to her?

"Hmm… Watching Su Kai is still the most entertaining."

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Meanwhile, Ruler Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't aimlessly wandering after parting with Su Kai.

She had arrived on Crete, the largest island in the Aegean Sea.

At this moment, all the Heroic Spirits Alaya had gathered for the red team were assembled here, waiting for the Holy Grail War to begin.

Even from a distance, the deafening chaos was evident. It was easy to imagine these Heroic Spirits weren't exactly the obedient type.

Thanks to Ritsuka's Command Spells and Alaya's many promises, she had barely managed to keep them in one place without wreaking havoc on society.

"Ugh…" Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her temples, sighing in exasperation. "Mr. Kai, you've really put me through the wringer this time…"

"How could you see through my plans so thoroughly? Now I'm stuck managing this group of troublemakers…"

Indeed, the red team didn't have individual Masters. Or rather, their collective Master was none other than Ruler Fujimaru Ritsuka herself.

If Su Kai hadn't exposed her strategy, they would've assigned the Heroic Spirits to appropriate Masters, such as a certain sorceress, the True Ancestor princess of Millennium Castle, or the Root Empress who now led the Magus Association.

But with the agreement that neither side's Masters could take action, there was no need for the red team to have Masters. If Su Kai's team employed "field substitution tactics" by targeting Masters to force powerful Heroic Spirits off the battlefield, Alaya's side would be at a clear disadvantage.

As the embodiment of humanity's collective consciousness, Alaya was cunning to a fault. Without any benefit to be gained, it had simply eliminated all the Masters.

And so, the red team's mana supply would be provided directly by Alaya, with Ritsuka commanding them. After all, this savior of humanity was no stranger to such work.

Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Fujimaru Ritsuka pushed open the door. Inside, three Heroic Spirits were causing a ruckus akin to a world war.

Two beautiful Heroic Spirits were locked in combat, while a third sat on the sofa, clapping gleefully as though cheering for bloodshed.

On one side was a violet-haired beauty clad in a skintight suit that accentuated her figure. Her purple eyes betrayed a hint of boredom and detachment, as though the fierce battle hadn't required her full strength.

Her opponent was a purple-haired, blue-eyed girl adorned with numerous crucifix motifs, wielding massive fists clad in armored gauntlets. Despite the enormous cross strapped to her back, she chose to fight with her fists instead of using the cross as a weapon.

Everyone knew the saying: "The longer the weapon, the stronger the reach." Spears, considered the king of weapons, could allow a novice to duel a seasoned swordsman on equal footing.

Weapons sought to be compared to spears, not the other way around.

The spear-wielding violet-haired woman was no novice. Her mastery of spearmanship placed her among the finest lancers, with attributes exceeding other spearmen—except in luck.

For the cross-wielding girl to face such a lancer barehanded, her martial prowess undoubtedly reached divine levels.

"Ugh, look at you two, fighting so weakly…"

The white-haired, voluptuous beauty on the sofa sighed in disdain. Her previously calm and elegant demeanor shifted dramatically as her crimson eyes burned with bloodlust. She let out a booming laugh.

"What's the point of a battle if you're not aiming to kill each other outright?"

Standing, the woman—though shorter than the other two—exuded the presence of a towering giant, one capable of devouring the heavens and earth. A frigid aura like snowcapped peaks mixed with terrifying intent to kill.

The two combatants instinctively halted, retreating to focus their wary gazes on her.

"So, will you two come at me together?"

"Are you ready for everything to be torn apart by me?"

Behind the seemingly elegant woman, a luminous golden aura appeared—an aura resembling the Buddhist "complete body radiance," said to belong only to divine beings of great merit.

Within this harmonious glow, powerful weapons began to manifest: tridents, chakrams, colossal bows, vajras…

The crucifix-wielding girl unstrapped her cross and clasped her hands in prayer. The violet-haired lancer's deadpan expression shifted to a twisted smirk.

At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed Alaya's mana reserves plummeting. She didn't need further confirmation to realize these three were about to go all out.

"I command you with a Command Spell: Lancer Scathach, Archer Durga, Rider Martha—STOP THIS INSTANT!"

Words alone were useless at this point. Without the Command Spell's forced intervention, these lunatics would've ignored her and continued their deathmatch.

What a joke it would've been for her team to suffer casualties from internal conflict before even meeting the enemy!

"Tch, Ruler, you came back early!" The white-haired woman retracted her Noble Phantasm and crossed her arms, her demeanor once again graceful. "Couldn't you have just pretended not to see? Give me one minute, and I'd have crushed these two weaklings."

"You can try," Scathach muttered as she withdrew her spear, still issuing threats. "But before that, my spear will pierce your heart."

"What an utterly pointless fight," Martha muttered, shaking her head. "Lord of Hosts, may Your light of victory shine upon me."

"Nanakimara, return to your room. Don't forget the promise you made to me."

"Scathach, remember that the other side has those capable of fulfilling your wishes. Alaya kept its promise to you, so you must honor your end of the deal."

"And Martha… never mind. You were probably forced into this."

Martha, ever the mild-mannered one, at least on the surface, seemed like the least troublesome Heroic Spirit.

Or… was she?

After much effort, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally managed to calm the three Heroic Spirits down and convince them to find somewhere to rest.

Alaya was still hard at work recruiting Heroic Spirits, coordinating summoning logistics, and sending over finalized names for Ritsuka to call forth.

"Only three so far…" Ritsuka sighed in exhaustion, counting on her fingers. "I still need to summon four more! Four!!! Problem children like these!!!"

To be fair, it was exhilarating to have such a powerful lineup. With so many top-tier Heroic Spirits on her side, she felt a safety net that was near impregnable.

But when they weren't fighting, they were the biggest problems.

"Alaya, look at the mess you've made!"

Grinding her teeth, Ritsuka glared at the growing list. Sure, Alaya had pulled all the stops to assemble this roster, which included some of the strongest Heroic Spirits ever—each boasting EX-level Noble Phantasms, innate skills, or stats…

But nobody told her they were all lunatics!

"Hmm? All sorted already?" She had barely sat down to catch her breath when Alaya bombarded her with notifications.

After reading through the finalized list, Ritsuka frowned. Her expression reflected a mix of resignation and suppressed joy.

Ritsuka… you're starting to look like Lu Mingfei confronting a pride of lions.

"Fine, fine, I get it. I'll start summoning them now…"

Too tired to even draw a proper magic circle, Ritsuka lazily chanted:

"Hello? Can you all hear me? If Alaya sent you, just respond and show up to help already!"

Four responses came in almost instantly. With Alaya's limitless mana supply, the data coalesced into tangible Servant forms.

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"Saber, Ryougi Shiki. That's all."

The aloof beauty, draped in a cherry-blossom kimono and fiddling with a broken blade, gave the briefest introduction before finding a quiet spot to sit.

"Migu~ I'm probably Caster, right? Oh, by the way, are there any handsome men here willing to marry me?"

The pink-haired fox spirit glanced around eagerly, only to realize that every insect, much less person, here was female. There wasn't a single male in sight.

Her disappointment was palpable as she muttered under her breath, "Migu… Alaya promised me the most eligible human bachelors. Where are they?"

Ritsuka, thinking of Su Kai, hesitated before replying, "Alaya didn't lie. While appearances shouldn't matter, I have to admit that particular gentleman is arguably one of the most beautiful men in human history."

"Really?" The fox spirit tilted her head, skeptical. "Migu~ but my standards aren't skin-deep. I hate shallow pretty boys!"

"Don't worry. He's far from just a pretty face…"

"Excuse me."

A woman dressed in a habit so conservative it bordered on dull interrupted. Despite her modest attire, her magnetic allure—even to someone like Ritsuka—was impossible to ignore.

"Berserker, Sesshouin Kiara."

Ritsuka had encountered plenty of beautiful individuals, both male and female. Su Kai's divine-level charm was certainly unparalleled, yet she never hesitated to fight him if needed.

Kiara, however, was different. Her beauty inspired involuntary feelings of love and adoration. Even knowing her flaws, it was hard to act against her.

At the same time, Kiara's beauty was matched by her all-encompassing compassion. Her vow to liberate humanity from suffering reflected an idealistic, almost divine, benevolence.

Though it was clear her body had experienced countless lovers, there was no trace of vulgarity. She carried herself with the sacred and intoxicating air of a deity-like Bodhisattva.

And yet, this selfless, boundaryless paragon of love displayed open hostility toward the pink-haired fox spirit.

For her part, Tamamo no Mae furrowed her brows, glaring at Kiara and the silent, enigmatic Heroic Spirit standing behind her.

Adding Ryougi Shiki—who was lounging on the couch with her eyes closed—into the mix, Ritsuka couldn't help rubbing her temples.

"So, this is your second loop together, huh?"

The weary savior finally spoke, her tone sharp. "No fighting. Otherwise, I'll use a Command Spell. Speaking of which… Assassin, why haven't you said anything yet?"

"Eh? Me?"

The timid voice came from a petite girl with short white hair and soft pink eyes. She scratched her head shyly.

"I don't have much to say. I'm Kama. People call me the Goddess of Love!"

"The Goddess of Love?" Tamamo's foxlike eyes narrowed dangerously.

Kama immediately waved her hands, crossing her arms defensively. "Wait! You're better off not coming to me for love advice, okay?"

"Wait a minute, Alaya… what exactly are you doing?" Ritsuka's sharp gaze shifted as she mentally called out to Alaya.

"Eek! Ritsuka-chan, is there a problem you need my help solving?"

Alaya's childish voice echoed in her mind. Despite her frustration, Ritsuka restrained the urge to throttle the voice in her head and replied seriously:

"Alaya, out of seven Servants, three have Beast potential. Are you trying to get us all killed?"

Between Su Kai and Nero on the other side, were they planning to fight humanity's evils or stage a Beast-on-Beast brawl?

Humanity's love is also its greatest evil. The so-called "Beasts" were entities capable of destroying human history, each embodying an ideology that threatened human order.

Kaelar was among them—a fact Ritsuka had known for a long time.

It was because of Kaelar that Ritsuka had rated the danger level of these "Beasts" at the absolute maximum.

"Relax, Ritsuka-chan! They're not full-fledged Beasts—just fragments of information. Besides, these aren't even their true bodies. I can terminate their Spirit Origin states anytime and send them back to limbo…"

"Compared to these kittens, birds, and puppies, that man is the real crisis… Ugh, I don't even know what to do anymore!"

Alaya's voice quivered with frustration as it pleaded, "Ritsuka-chan, I'm counting on you! You have to defeat the Demon King!"

"…I'll try my best!" Cutting off the connection, Ritsuka sighed heavily.

"Alaya's desperate. Dragging me into this without a second thought…"

She quietly reflected, The only reason I managed to defeat Mr. Kai in the past was because he held back. He loved me and had faith in me. That's why he allowed me to triumph over his mercy.

Her mind clear, Ritsuka didn't let her past victory in the Britain Singularity inflate her ego.

"Now, an unrestrained Mr. Kai… Even if he's forbidden from taking direct action, I can't assume he's out of options."

"Alaya…"

Ritsuka's momentary doubt and the crushing weight of facing Su Kai's overwhelming presence faded as quickly as they came.

When she opened her eyes again, they were resolute.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a fighter who refused to yield to any hardship or challenge.

Even in the face of someone she respected as much as Mr. Kai, Ritsuka would never surrender until the very end!

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T/N: Female Gil? Ha as if they could summon me! (smirking emoji)

Also, so uhhh Tamamo might just give up right when she sees Kai, so that's only... 6 servants for Ritsuka? BUT HER SABER THOUGH...? CRAZY

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