Lag Spikes and Bisected Mountains
By @john1208
I was literally mid-respawn on my hospital bed, complaining about the ICU's terrible ping, when my heart monitor flatlined. When I opened my eyes in a ridiculously opulent courtyard surrounded by silk-robed teenagers, I naturally assumed I was stuck in a poorly optimized VR game. The graphics here in the Shimmering Minarets of Yashar are honestly sub-par, and the 'magic' system has an abysmal cast delay. I just want to find a quiet place to sleep, but these arrogant NPC nobles won't stop challenging me to duels. Yesterday, I grabbed a random wooden stick to swat a glowing mosquito, and somehow the resulting shockwave cleaved the nearby mountain range in half. Now, the terrifying Demon Lord Xurash is wearing a tuxedo and making my bed, crying tears of sheer terror every time I yawn. The only people who make sense are Tazmeen, an overly serious knight who thinks my laziness is 'profound enlightenment,' and Master Vahram, the chillest teacher here. But why does Vahram keep handing me cursed artifacts disguised as paperweights? Will I ever find the logout button before this buggy server crashes for good?
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I Ruined My Rival Because I Didn't Read the Patch Notes
By @john1208
Bavol, the most lethargic genius at the Paldarian Synthetics Institute, spent a whole year orchestrating the ultimate downfall of his bitter rival, Jelika. Believing she bullied his sister into a fatal Aether-Dive, Bavol suffered through the sheer exhaustion of infiltrating Jelika's lonely life. He ate her snacks, napped on her workshop couch, and pretended to be a sympathetic confidant until she fell in love and agreed to marry him. At their lavish engagement gala, he finally springs his trap: publicly stripping her of her Guild Wards and casting her out into the freezing rain. Triumphant, he prepares for a well-deserved nap - until his best friend mentions that his sister's Aether-Dive was actually a highly publicized System healing quest funded entirely by Jelika. Horrified to realize he skipped the server patch notes and just condemned his innocent, fiercely beloved fiancé to the local assassin's guild, Bavol is forced to do the one thing he hates most: cardio. Sprinting into the storm to take a poisoned knife meant for her, he must now grovel for his life. Can he win back the woman he broke before the poison - or her righteous fury - ends his naps forever?
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I Became a Swamp Goblin to Escape My Rival
By @john1208
My perfectly normal morning of brewing chili-tea was ruined when my family's ancient prophetic tapestry spat out a horrifying image: my lifelong academic rival, Javan Navar, standing over my lifeless body. Panicking? Me? Never. I'm a fiercely loyal but hot-tempered warrior, so I decided the most logical way to avoid this fate was to become utterly repulsive. I slapped together a hideous, lumpy armor made of cursed bog-mud, rotting moss, and fermented fish guts, then started acting like a completely unhinged swamp goblin at the academy. But my brilliant plan backfired spectacularly. When assassins attacked the courtyard, my stench-radiating, impenetrable mud-suit accidentally absorbed a lethal poison dart meant for Javan. Suddenly, my arrogant rival is convinced I am a misunderstood tactical genius who risked everything to protect him. Worse, my scheming grandmother 'rewards' my heroic sacrifice by arranging our betrothal - springing a political trap I never saw coming. As Javan starts looking at my swamp-crusted face with pure, starry-eyed devotion, I'm beginning to suspect the ancient prophecy might have been mistranslated. If he's supposed to be my ruthless murderer, why is he treating me like his precious, pungent queen?
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Sleeping Through the Ashen Warlord's Siege
By @john1208
I was in the middle of choking out an assassin in the back of my bridal carriage when we violently crashed through the iron gates of the Ashen Butcher. Sent by the treacherous Kashkar syndicate as a sacrificial substitute bride, I expected Kavakh to be a horribly disfigured monster intent on flaying me. As the legendary, supposedly missing Divine Doctor, I just wanted to finish this hit and take a nap. Instead, a flawlessly unscarred warlord ripped the carriage doors open, wrapped me in a bulletproof coat, and refused to let me walk on my own two feet. I immediately recognized the tactical play. This 'marriage' is a high-stakes psychological war. Every time he forces me to eat lavish meals, he's testing my poison tolerance. Whenever he clings to me like a heavily armed shadow, it's advanced hostage containment. My counter-attack? I'll use his bottomless war chest to trick my wicked family into signing away their entire syndicate, all while utilizing a nervous double agent to map out my escape. But why does the Butcher keep slaughtering my enemies while I sleep?
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Bulletproof Nuptials
By @john1208
The story opens at the blood-soaked deathbed of Vahri's mentor, where she swears to protect little Pava from the megacorps hunting the child's rare genetics. Desperate for legal immunity and custody, Vahri crashes the heavily armed office of Zannet, a terrifying, chronically sleepless bio-tech CEO. She offers her skills as a rogue doctor in exchange for a contract marriage. Zannet immediately agrees, but only because Vahri's unique bio-signature miraculously cures his crippling insomnia. Told in alternating third-person perspectives between the oblivious medic and the exhausted boss, the arrangement spirals into chaos. Vahri completely misunderstands the rules. She assumes "exclusive partnership" means she must act as his personal saboteur. While Zannet just wants her to share a bed so he can finally sleep, a cheeky Vahri is out hijacking convoys and zipping up tactical dresses to infiltrate galas. The explosive, strictly non-romantic tension peaks during a high-speed train heist. When a handsome rival CEO openly flirts with Vahri, Zannet breaks his own non-interference protocol, crashing a gunship into the train out of fierce, irrational jealousy. As explosions rock the city, Vahri must figure out: is her boss trying to kill her for breach of contract, or is he just dangerously possessive?
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Frame Drops and Fallen Empires
By @john1208
Confined to a hospital bed with a failing body, Dalvion’s last act is booting up an experimental VR beta. Instead of a game, a cosmic identity swap goes horribly wrong: his soul is shoved into the supreme vessel of the sealed God of Ruin, while the true dark deity is trapped in the frail body of the Vaelian Emperor. Awakening in the nightmarish Weeping Steppes, the notoriously proud and prickly Dalvion is utterly unimpressed. Mistaking the grimdark, blood-soaked reality for a game with atrocious graphics and massive latency, he ignores the 'main quest' and builds a crude mud hut to test the crafting system. He has no idea this hut radiates such pure, world-shattering divine energy that Kholgath, an apocalyptic demon lord, immediately begs to become his butler just to survive the crushing aura. Meanwhile, in the corrupt Ascendancy of Vaelia, a power-hungry chancellor ruthlessly manipulates the Emperor - blissfully unaware that the weak boy is actually the screaming, impotent God of Ruin. As Dalvion treats reality-bending magical assaults as mere 'clipping issues,' how long until the Empire realizes the true Calamity is just annoyed by the framerate?
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The Ghost in His Code
By @john1208
Five years ago, a brutal breakup drove Kenza Varel into a drunken, one-night mistake with a stranger. Today, she is a cold, calculating data-runner in the neon-drenched city of Korsav, violently protective of her five-year-old son, Kitt. The story opens with a high-speed hover-bike chase as Kenza outruns rival fixers, only to discover Kitt has just masterfully hacked the impenetrable servers of Moray Synthetics. Knowing the ensuing corporate manhunt will expose them, Kenza executes a chillingly bold plan: she applies for a security job at Moray to erase her son's digital trail from the inside. But the ruthless CEO is Dastan Moray - her one-night stand. Tension redlines every time he nears her desk, sparking a bittersweet, unspoken pull. When Kitt inevitably breaches the mainframe again and Dastan catches him, the billionaire doesn't call security. He instantly buys a sprawling cliffside fortress and showers the genius boy with ungodly wealth. Kenza realizes she completely misunderstood the rules of this deadly corporate game. Dastan wasn’t hunting a hostile hacker. What if his impenetrable security system was actually a desperate, global beacon designed solely to find her?
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The Unwitting Starlet
By @john1208
I just wanted to act. When I struck a deal with the notoriously demanding director, Bastian Vieri, to be the understudy for his magnum opus, I knew the rules: keep my head down and survive his grueling studio tests. I just didn't expect the 'tests' to be this intense. My meticulously annotated script goes missing? A brilliant exercise in raw improvisation! My bespoke silk gown shredded? An invitation to portray unvarnished, tragic poverty! What I don't know is that the glamorous lead actress, Zita, isn't helping me train. She is secretly bound to a sinister mechanism that demands she steal my most cherished possessions to harvest my despair. Too bad for her, I am far too stubbornly optimistic to ever give up. Every time Zita tries to ruin my life, I wholeheartedly embrace the 'challenge,' accidentally stealing the spotlight, sparking fashion trends, and slowly winning Bastian's guarded heart. But as my bittersweet, unspoken love for him deepens, Zita's supernatural ticking clock grows louder. Will I ever realize my eccentric method-acting training is actually a desperate sabotage attempt before the final curtain falls?
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The Unsportsmanlike Immortal
By @john1208
Wei Zhan is sprinting for his life through the slums of the Iron Cauldron City, clutching stolen medicine for his little sister, Xia. Just months ago, his own father drained Zhan’s innate meridian bloodline to empower a favored half-brother, leaving Zhan a crippled outcast. Cornered in a junkyard, Zhan’s blood awakens the Gluttonous Rust - a broken sword inhabited by a foul-mouthed, perpetually irritated ancient spirit who demands to be fed high-tier weapons. Desperate to cure Xia, Zhan enters the Vermilion Crane Pavilion's infamous Grand Martial Ascent. Armed with his sarcastic ghost-sword, Zhan’s hot temper leads to relentless, escalating clashes with arrogant young masters. But here is the catch: Zhan mistakenly believes the deadly tournament is a regulated, point-based sparring match. Trying to avoid penalty fouls, he uses a mere wooden branch to beat the absolute prime seed into a pulp while screaming about sportsmanship. As his accidental disrespect shatters the egos of the continent's most elite prodigies, he draws the conflicted eyes of the brilliant Su Meilin, a childhood friend bound by duty. How long can a supposedly crippled youth dominate a blood-soaked deathmatch before he realizes there are no rules?
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Say Yes and Nobody Gets Hurt
By @john1208
When a strange fruit bouquet arrived at my drafting desk containing chocolate-covered strawberries and my mother's severed ankle monitor, I knew her embezzlement from the Cante Syndicate’s olive oil front had caught up to us. To save my sister Nola, I did the logical thing: I offered myself to the terrifying boss, Lazaro Cante, in a hostage marriage. As a cold, calculating woman, I studied the syndicate rulebook to ensure survival. I know exactly how to push him - like refusing to eat until he lets me call Nola. The math says he should threaten me, but instead, he is wildly obsessed with my defiance. My survival equations hold up perfectly until the corrupt Alta-Mora police raid the compound while I’m completely alone. As I barricade the doors, Lazaro doesn't just rescue me; he violently burns half the city down for me. As the smoke clears, my comic-relief best friend Juri points out a fatal flaw in my logic: I misread the old-dialect marriage contract. I’m not his hostage. I’m legally the absolute Don. How do I divorce a man who will slaughter armies for me without accidentally ordering my own hit?
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The Apathetic God's Accidental Miracles
By @john1208
Iker and his little sister Nerea were quietly mourning their parents when a strange, unpostmarked letter triggered a summoning circle, dragging them to the dying realm of Ohalza. The arrogant High Priests of the Holy Church demanded Iker serve as their prophesied weapon against the encroaching Calamity. Exhausted and prickly, Iker ignored their grand speeches and tossed them a basic healing potion just to stop their plague-ridden coughing - accidentally curing the realm's incurable pandemic in seconds. Now, armed with unfathomable, god-like power he never asked for, Iker just wants to find a quiet place for Nerea to grow up safely. But the world won't leave him be. When an apocalyptic dragon descends to raze the continent, Iker absentmindedly scolds it for being too loud and scratches its chin, turning the terrifying beast into a purring, cat-sized pet. As the Holy Church scrambles to control him and the dreaded Calamity approaches with surprisingly tragic, sympathetic motives of its own, Iker's irritated brush-offs are continually hailed as acts of supreme majesty. Can a hero who refuses to fight accidentally save a world that doesn't deserve him?
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One-Star Getaway Driver
By @john1208
Miro Veltis shook hands with his terrifying grandfather, agreeing to a year-long trial away from the Veltis Maritime shipping empire. Miro's goal? To find a woman who loves him for his golden heart, entirely without his wealth. But when Miro's humble takeout delivery interrupts a multimillion-dollar smuggling drop in the rain, the furious gangster princess Nyssa Garren slaps him with a one-star review and takes him hostage as her personal getaway driver. Thrust into a high-octane world of bullets, rival cartels, and screeching tires, Miro refuses to lose his sunny disposition - or his perfect rating. He aggressively chaperones Nyssa through shootouts, politely neutralizes assassins, and slowly melts her icy heart. But as her syndicate rivals close in, a bloody misunderstanding comes to light. Miro thought his grandfather’s opening deal to 'claim the Garren girl's heart' was a romantic trial to test true love. His family actually expected him to assassinate her and annex her territory. When the Veltis fleet arrives to finish the job, will this ridiculously kind courier burn his own empire to protect his one-star customer?
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The Woodcutter's Fatal Miscalculation
By @john1208
For three centuries, Cang-Jue butchered his way to the apex of the Jiu-Gou Expanse. Exhausted by the endless slaughter and paranoia, he deciphered the Primordial Stele, learning that only absolute pacifism could spare him from the impending cosmic event known as the Heavenly Cleansing. Faking his death, he retreated to the lethal Blood-Pine Basin to live as a humble woodcutter. To avoid accidental kills that might ruin his pacifist karma, he manipulated a dying, seventy-year-old beggar named Ma-Duo into doing his manual labor, teaching him an "ergonomic" chopping method that was actually a supreme assassination art. But Ma-Duo refuses to chop wood forever. Believing his cold master is suffering from a crippling curse, the elderly disciple enters the Iron-Bramble Pavilion’s brutal death-matches to win a cure. As Ma-Duo effortlessly decapitates arrogant young prodigies with a rusted hatchet, the cultivation world is thrown into terror by this geriatric monster. Meanwhile, Cang-Jue watches in cold sweat, terrified the Heavens will smite him for his disciple’s body count. Will the paranoid sovereign realize his translation of the Stele was fundamentally flawed, and his pacifism was actually a death sentence?
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Ironing Out the Heavens: The Asura's Laundry List
By @john1208
Lu Qingshan, once known across the myriad realms as the Heaven-Severing Asura, faked his death for one simple reason: he was exhausted from constantly getting blood on his favorite silk robes. Seeking a quiet retirement, he opened a humble laundry shed at the outer edge of the Vermilion-Eaves Bastion. Enter Ding Bo, a famously untalented youth whose 'Shattered-Meridian Syndrome' causes him to randomly explode with spiritual energy, constantly coughing up blood and ruining Lu Qingshan's freshly washed linens. To protect his pristine laundry, the grumpy washerman forces the boy into a harsh apprenticeship, teaching him the 'Centrifugal Wring-Out Stance' and 'Wrinkle-Smoothing Palm' purely to stop the mess. But when Ding Bo is dragged into the Bastion's grand tournament, he shocks the arrogant elites by literally ironing out their supreme sword-slashes and wringing out their spiritual avatars like wet towels. As furious elders clamor to uncover the boy's master, the Bastion prepares a lethal inquisition against the laundry shed. How long can Lu Qingshan pretend to be a lowly mortal before he must pick up his bamboo drying pole and remind the heavens why they used to fear him?
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Measurements of Malice
By @john1208
For five years, Cynara Gault played the role of the dowdy, unpaid servant-wife to the arrogant Rhoden Brelis. But at his esteemed uncle's funeral, Cynara casually drops signed divorce papers onto the mahogany casket and struts away to reclaim her true identity: the anonymous, world-renowned visionary behind the Maison Gault fashion empire. While Rhoden is busy discovering her old 'diaries of silent suffering' - which are actually just her highly melodramatic brainstorming notes for a Gothic winter collection - and sobbing over the delicate flower he ruined, Cynara is coldly executing his destruction. Aided by Kaspar Vant, a ruthless litigation attorney who fills the 'new love interest' quota despite their relationship consisting entirely of platonic, sociopathic high-fives over court rulings, Cynara methodically dismantles Rhoden's life. But there is a catch she hasn't mentioned: her family's inheritance trust mandates she must completely liquidate Rhoden's textile empire within exactly twenty-eight days, or lose her billions to a tropical parrot sanctuary. With the clock ticking and a flamboyant former rival now eager to help her stir the pot, can Cynara bankrupt her aggressively groveling ex before he finishes reading chapter four of her fake diary?
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Expelled into Divinity
By @john1208
I was supposed to be the ultimate joke of the Paldorai Scholarium. Stripped of my magic, publicly humiliated in front of the entire student body, and banished to the academy's overgrown courtyard, I was expected to beg for mercy. Instead, I grabbed some dirt, built a delightfully tacky mud hut on their pristine crystal lawn, and took a nap. I didn't realize my transmigration came with the latent power of a Creator God. Now, my crude hut radiates a blinding divine aura that has the snobby nobles sweating, and when the legendary World-Eater Dragon showed up to incinerate the school, I called it a 'good boy' and tossed it some beef jerky. It immediately shrank into a scaly cat and refuses to leave my lap. The academy elites are panicking, convinced I'm an ancient deity testing them. I’m just trying to score a date with the melancholy ice-princess, Ilvani, who leaves me pastries in secret. But with my supposedly loyal drinking buddy secretly pulling the strings of the apocalypse, will my shameless, lazy days cost me the one girl I actually care about?
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The Smiling Menace of Vorsteg Manse
By @john1208
When the Vlatka family’s spectacular bankruptcy is announced at Ovestra's most prestigious gala, high society eagerly waits for Tasmira to break down in tears. Instead, the disgraced heiress pivots instantly, grabs a silver tray from a passing servant, and cheerfully pretends she was hired staff all along. Desperate to survive, she secures a job at the heavily fortified estate of Branik Vorsteg, a brooding industrial tycoon. But Tasmira makes one massive mistake: she misinterprets the cruel hazing of the senior staff and the snobby elites as a secret, grand-prize survival competition. Treating every insult like a game-show challenge, her hilariously unhinged, weaponized cheerfulness completely baffles the gloomy billionaire. Branik, reeling from an ex-wife who once tried to poison him, is shocked to find his night terrors vanishing whenever this secretly sharp, delusional maid forcefully feeds him midnight snacks. As they fall into a bittersweet, unspoken love, Branik becomes fiercely dependent on her warmth. But when his venomous ex-wife returns to claim his fortune, will Tasmira realize this isn't a game before she loses the only real home she has left?
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Speedrunning the Apocalypse
By @john1208
Tivosh wakes up in a coffin during a dreary, rain-soaked funeral in the cursed realm of Khrebet. Annoyed by what he assumes is an 'unskippable cutscene' in his new VR MMO, he sneezes - accidentally obliterating a century-long magical storm and terrifying the local mourners. Convinced he is playing a hyper-realistic sandbox game with a maxed-out, glitchy character, Tivosh treats this blood-soaked, grimdark reality like his personal playground. He aggressively speedruns deadly dungeons, claims a gothic fortress as his 'player housing', and beats Morzak, the realm's apex demon lord, into becoming his trembling, tea-serving butler. But Khrebet is no game. Its arrogant rulers, the Gospodar gods, are losing their minds trying to exterminate this invincible, maniacal anomaly who treats their divine judgments as minor lag. Meanwhile, Vranja, a ruthless inquisitor acting as a double agent for a mortal rebellion, tries to manipulate him, only to find herself slowly falling for his unhinged charm. As Tivosh gleefully ignores the red warning screens in his vision - thinking they are achievement pop-ups - the fabric of reality begins to tear. What happens when his 'server expansion countdown' reaches zero, and he realizes he misunderstood the rules, and 'Game Over' means the cosmic erasure of everyone he has come to love?
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I Keep Dying to Save the Beast
By @john1208
When a strange, glowing parcel containing a snarky, multi-eyed winged fox arrives on my doorstep, I am thrust into the Karmic Courier System. My mission? Enter the melodramatic novel 'The Saintess of the Gilded Sands', save the tragic beastmen used as cannon fodder, and survive. As a chronically empathetic veterinary nurse, I immediately clash with Kaveh, a hostile snow-leopard gladiator who thinks I am just another cruel noble. We become bitter rivals in the Sun-Forge Citadel’s tournaments, but I cannot help but slowly melt his icy heart with endless bandages and smuggled sweets. When the scheming 'pure' protagonist Roshanak sets a lethal trap, I do what any soft-hearted fool would: I throw myself in front of Kaveh, taking the fatal blow meant for him. The System flashes: *Delivery Failed. Rerouting.* I wake up in the next world, devastated that I failed to save him. But I misunderstood the rules entirely. My death did not reset his world - it broke his chains. Now, a terrifyingly overpowered snow-leopard beastman is tearing through the multiverse to brutally slaughter those who hurt me. How many yandere gladiators will I accidentally collect before I realize I am not failing at all?
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The Billionaire's Poisonous Pet Project
By @john1208
Barris Trelon is simply too nice. For twenty years, his high-society parents were so busy managing their public image that they legitimately forgot they had two sons, leaving his twin brother Korin to steal all the credit for Barris's miraculous botanical inventions. Barris didn’t mind; he just wanted his plants to be loved. But when the Trelons forget to bring Barris to his own grandmother's funeral, a notoriously ruthless billionaire intervenes. Magnar Veldross, the tyrant of Ostrum City, crashes the funeral to dramatically sweep Barris away, showering him with a private estate and extreme favoritism. There’s just one catch: Magnar’s "reward" is a trap. His mansion is overrun by illegal, violently aggressive magical flora, and he needs Barris’s hidden plant-whispering talent to avoid being eaten in his sleep. Told in alternating perspectives, Barris cheerfully perceives the lethal garden as "misunderstood," while a highly stressed Magnar watches in horror. As Barris sparks a slow-burn romance with Jessa - Korin's former rival who uncovers the truth - the Trelon family goes completely bankrupt without Barris’s creations. When they come crawling back to beg for help, will they even survive Barris's fiercely protective, carnivorous new friends?
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The Tempered God of Firouz
By @john1208
Barlas took a bullet for Zarmin, breathing his last on a hospital bed with his feelings forever unspoken. Instead of resting in peace, he awakens in the realm of Marvash just as the apocalyptic Miasma Gale descends. Annoyed by the invasive dust, Barlas lets out a monumental sneeze - and instantly obliterates the world-ending storm. Now, Princess Tala of Firouz believes he is a prophesied deity, trailing after him with starry-eyed worship. Worse, Barlas’s new body comes with a maxed-out charisma attribute. Whether he’s aggressively scolding the arrogant elves of the Ziryan Enclave for their frailty or forcefully wrapping his rival Dastan in a warm blanket, his fiery temper only makes everyone fall hopelessly in love with him. As Barlas tries to build a cozy, safe haven for his fragile new followers, he sets out to investigate the terrifying 'Sleeping Goddess' who threatens to shatter the continent. But why does her magical signature feel so nostalgically familiar? Could the world's ultimate doom actually be the very woman he died to protect?
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