"Spencer… you… you…"
Watching Spencer holding that completely empty bottle of water, An Le was so anxious she was about to cry.
She didn’t even bother picking up the drink she had dropped on the floor—she rushed over to Spencer, clinging to a sliver of hope as she scanned the room.
What if… what if Spencer had brought that water herself?
But after looking around, there were no other bottles in sight.
"Why did you drink that water?!"
At that mont, An Le had no choice but to face the horrifying reality—
Spencer had completely chugged the special water she had prepared!
Caught red-handed, Spencer's gaze flickered montarily before she pursed her lips and muttered,
"...It's just a bottle of water, geez. I thought it was so kind of treasure. Didn’t we stock plenty in the clubroom? Just grab another one."
"This… this is not the sa, Spencer!"
"Hah? What’s different about it?"
Spencer looked at her, genuinely puzzled, blocking An Le’s words in her throat.
Of course, it was different! But how the hell was she supposed to explain this?!
Was she supposed to tell her it was god-tier water that makes people ascend to dua lang?!
And even if she did—did Spencer even know what "dua lang" ant?!
On her shoulder, Little Finger was just as stunned.
Furious, it hissed,
"Wow, and here I thought I misjudged her—turns out she was just waiting for this mont! But hold on—if this was supposed to activate, shouldn’t Yan Huan have been the one to drink it?! What the hell does it do to her?!"
"Little Finger, w-what do we do now?! Does this stuff work on girls too?!"
An Le’s face turned pale. She darted a quick glance at Little Finger.
"That stuff works on anyone!"
"Huh?! T-then what do we do?!"
Little Finger hesitated for a mont, at a total loss.
But there was one thing it was absolutely certain of—
"Get Spencer out of here!! Otherwise, with her insane combat abilities, the three of you are screwed! You’ll be crying, begging for 'reinforcents' while watching her commit cris against humanity on Yan Huan!!!"
Hearing this, An Le's brain crashed for a second.
A vivid ntal image ford, sending her into panic mode as she desperately asked,
"But if we take her away, then what?! Is there any way to undo this?!"
"There isn’t!! Just get her away from everyone first—I'll think of sothing! No, why are you just standing there?! Move her, now!!"
An Le was still frozen in place, making Little Finger even more frantic.
"This stuff kicks in fast! We’re talking under five minutes! The original plan was to trigger Superconductor Mode and—BOOM—instant action!
"But Spencer likes guys! Drinking that water sses with the Superconductor effect!
"And if we can't activate Superconductor to stop her, you’re about to watch her turn this into an all-you-can-eat buffet!!!"
An Le was so horrified she almost burst into tears.
She imdiately grabbed Spencer’s arm, frantically saying,
"Spencer, l-let’s take the day off, okay? Let’s go—right now—please!"
"Go? Why? Your plan didn’t work, right? Leave it to ! I’ll help you!"
"You— I appreciate it, Spencer, really, but now is not the ti! Just coming with
is helping
right now!"
Spencer, completely confused, frowned as An Le held onto her hand.
"Then say it! Why do we have to leave?"
"I—I—um… Agh! Just trust ! It’s for both of our sakes!"
Seeing her struggle for words, Spencer's CPU nearly overheated.
Annoyed, she muttered,
"Why are you being so cryptic?! Don’t tell
you’re scared of Ying Gong Tong or sothing."
"N-no… I’m not…"
If we don’t leave, I am going to be the one scared—of you!!
On An Le’s shoulder, Little Finger checked the ti.
Watching An Le struggle with Spencer for so long—like trying to drag a literal mountain—it almost coughed up blood.
"Move it! Now!! We’re almost out of ti—she’s about to go full beast mode!!!"
"Spencer!! Let’s go!!!"
"Hah?!"
For so reason, Spencer hesitated.
Seeing An Le’s face flushed red, her eyes even welling up with tears, she softened.
She let An Le drag her toward the door.
"...Can you please explain what’s going on?"
"It’s just—"
Even with Spencer begrudgingly cooperating, An Le had to use all her strength to shove her toward the exit.
But just as they were about to step out—
The front door swung open.
Yan Huan stepped inside.
His expression was initially blank, but the mont he saw Spencer standing at the doorway, his face darkened instantly.
His voice turned cold.
"Caused enough trouble and now you’re trying to leave? Did you finish your test? Get back to your seat and rewrite it."
Spencer, looking completely innocent, pointed at herself.
Then, getting pissed, she refused to move.
"Who’s trying to leave?! I never wanted to leave in the first place—it’s just—"
She turned back to glance at An Le.
But that mont of hesitation made her swallow the words she almost said.
In the end, she just clicked her tongue.
"Tsk!"
She didn’t throw An Le under the bus.
But now, she definitely wasn’t going anywhere.
So, with a scowl, she stomped back to her desk to finish the test.
"Crap… crap, crap, CRAP!!!"
Little Finger practically collapsed from stress, completely unable to think of a way out.
An Le’s face turned ghostly white.
She looked at the clock on the wall—
They were seconds away from the five-minute mark.
Then she looked at the doorway, where Yan Huan was about to step fully inside.
If we can’t get Spencer out, then at least—
We need to get Little Huan out instead!
"Little Huan, I’m sorry! Please leave for a mont!"
With that, she threw herself at him, trying to push him outside.
But in her panic, she tripped—
And fell straight into him.
"An Le!"
Yan Huan froze, quickly reaching out to grab her shoulders and wrists to steady her.
But as she crashed into him, certain things pressed against his abdon—
Like a match striking against flint, sothing ignited.
His back instinctively straightened.
An Le fell completely into his arms—
Like waves crashing against the shore, reshaping its form in their embrace.
"!!"
Down the hallway, Ying Gong Tong and Bai Yi were walking toward the classroom, one slightly ahead of the other.
At just the right mont—
The door opened.
And right in front of them—
Yan Huan and An Le collided into view, frozen in a very compromising position.
They both stopped in their tracks.
And just stared.
Seeing the scene before her, Bai Yi murmured,
"W-what’s going on?"
"...How should I know?!"
Ying Gong Tong was desperately trying to maintain her composure, but her voice was already grinding through clenched teeth.
She stood there, watching—watching as An Le remained in Yan Huan’s embrace. The sight exploded in her vision like a bomb, sending shockwaves through her mind.
A direct hit—a small-scale oppai earthquake.
Even Bai Yi, on instinct, placed a hand over her own chest, feeling a sense of disparity—like standing at the base of a mountain, looking up at the peak.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Applause rang out from inside the room.
Yan Huan, still holding An Le’s shoulders, lifted his gaze—only to see Spencer standing at the door, glancing at the two stunned onlookers before clapping with satisfaction.
As long as she got to see those two pretty birds looking utterly humiliated, she didn’t care who was dominating Yan Huan—she was thrilled.
The golden strands of hair on her head lit up instantly, flicking upward like she had received a signal from the mothership.
"Not bad, not bad—that’s how it’s done! Very nice! I misjudged you before, An Le. I didn’t expect you to have so guts after all!"
Hearing the excitent in Spencer’s voice—along with an inexplicable chill—Yan Huan’s brow furrowed.
He had miscalculated.
He had assud that Spencer’s plan was to deepen his childhood-friend bond with An Le—then swoop in and claim two targets at once.
Turns out… she didn’t care if she wasn’t the one making the move?!
From the very beginning, An Le wasn’t just a tool—she was an accomplice!!
Damn you, Spencer—you actually pulled a surprise maneuver like this…
"Ugh!"
But before he could process his thoughts, An Le jerked at the sound of Spencer’s voice, reacting as if she had been startled by a wild beast.
She imdiately spun around, spreading her arms wide to shield Yan Huan behind her—
As if afraid that, in the next second, the out-of-control Spencer would pounce and devour her precious Little Huan.
"Ugh… S-Spencer… don’t—don’t co any closer!!"
Spencer blinked in mild surprise, then grinned at An Le, waving a hand dismissively.
"Relax. I’m not stealing your prize. Take your ti and enjoy—I’ll just go back and finish my test~"
An Le froze.
She stared, dumbfounded, as Spencer humd a tune, happily bouncing her way back to her desk.
For a mont, she completely forgot what she was even doing.
"You don’t exactly look presentable right now, An Le. If soone saw you like this… well, that would be a problem.
"So, are you going to get up now?"
A voice, dripping with amusent but laced with icy venom, drifted into her ears.
An Le turned slowly, still a little dazed.
Then she saw them—
Standing there like guardian deities, Ying Gong Tong and Bai Yi were smiling.
But it was that kind of smile. The frosty kind. The mocking kind.
She turned back—realizing only now that she was still in Yan Huan’s arms.
Feeling his warm presence so close to her, she had the strongest urge to never let go—to claim him for herself, forever.
But in the next second, she shyly waved her hands, pulling away from him as she mumbled,
"S-sorry…"
Ying Gong Tong’s cold smile deepened as she caught a glimpse of the reluctance still lingering in An Le’s eyes.
Hah. And here I thought she was so proper little good girl.
Turns out, deep down, she’s just as depraved as the rest.
Childhood friendships? What a useless, outdated concept.
People who still obsess over their childhood friends after all these years? Absolutely pathetic.
Living in the past, clinging to soone just because they grew up together? Girl, why don’t you just crawl back into your mom’s womb while you’re at it?
No one knew what was running through Ying Gong Tong’s mind.
But behind her, Bai Yi was having a realization of her own as she stared at An Le’s flushed face.
Another competitor…?
She had dressed up nicely today, planning to finish the study session and then invite Yan Huan out for bubble tea afterward.
Chat about their upcoming MV filming over a sweet drink—casually, comfortably.
Wouldn’t that have been nice?
Wouldn’t that have been peaceful?
Why does trying to date Yan Huan always feel like trying to survive a damn typhoon?!
Bai Yi bit her slightly long fingernail, feeling more and more convinced that Uncle Jiang was right.
"Spencer, you’re getting way too cocky… Is your test done yet? Hurry up and finish it."
"What are you mad about, huh? Getting pushed down by An Le probably made your day, so why pretend otherwise?"
Yan Huan rolled his wrist and headed back inside the classroom.
An Le instinctively wanted to stop him, worried that Spencer would do sothing to him.
But then she realized—the five-minute mark had long passed.
And Spencer—
Looked completely fine.
Not a single sign of anything activating.
Not even a hint of trouble.
Still completely normal.
An Le, confused, glanced at Little Finger and asked,
"Little Finger… d-didn’t you say it would kick in after five minutes? Why does it look like… it didn’t do anything to Spencer?"
"Hiss… It was supposed to be five minutes. This doesn’t make sense…"
Little Finger was staring, utterly bewildered, at Spencer—who was humming to herself, cheerfully answering test questions like nothing had happened.
An Le glanced at the stunned little creature on her shoulder and cautiously guessed,
"Maybe… people have different physical reactions… so it just doesn’t affect Spencer?"
An Le was being very considerate—she didn’t outright say things like, "Are you lying to ?" or "Are you completely useless?"
But Little Finger still bristled, deeply offended.
"How is that even possible?! What, is she a cow?! 'Different physical reactions' my ass—"
"But… Spencer doesn’t seem affected at all?"
There was no arguing with facts.
No matter how much Little Finger wanted to deny it, it couldn't change what was happening.
Or rather, what wasn’t happening.
She had watched Spencer drink the entire bottle.
She had felt the activation pulse in the water.
But now?
Nothing.
Was she actually immune?
Did this "Modifier" she had invaded actually have zero authority here?
Little Finger spiraled into a full-blown identity crisis.
anwhile, the study group resud.
But it was glaringly obvious that everyone’s hostility had now been redirected toward Spencer.
Yan Huan and Ying Gong Tong—practically a mixed-gender tag team—tore into Spencer, who was already terrible at studying, making her life hell.
As ti passed, lunch break ca to an end.
Spencer grumbled, frustrated at being bullied, but—
Well, technically, An Le had helped her plunder Yan Huan a little today.
So, really, she was quite pleased.
As for the others?
Yan Huan, despite all his bravado, ended up losing to Spencer’s surprise tactics.
Defeat~
Ying Gong Tong, caught off guard by both An Le and Bai Yi, had been completely outmaneuvered.
Defeat~
Bai Yi, originally planning a casual, flirty MV discussion, suddenly realized she was surrounded by enemies.
Defeat~
An Le, her entire plan failing, didn’t get anything—except a near-heart attack.
Defeat~
Little Finger, suffering an existential ltdown, was questioning whether it was the worst Modifier in history.
Defeat~
So, for today’s study group, the winner was…
Spencer’s Victory~
...
...
"Ding ding ding~"
As the sun set, the gentle chi of the dismissal bell rang across the entire school, marking the end of the day.
An Le finished her elective class, let out a sigh, and began packing her things to go ho.
She turned to glance at Little Finger, who lay limp on her shoulder, silent and utterly dejected.
Feeling bad for it, she tried to cheer it up.
"It’s… it’s okay, Little Finger… If it didn’t work this ti, we’ll just try again next ti, right?"
"...Yeah… sure…"
The reply was lifeless.
To think that she, the embodint of a mighty Modifier, had suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of an ordinary person—
This wasn’t just a loss.
This was an act of betrayal against the Great Perverted Deity itself!
Utter disgrace…
Seeing that it was still completely deflated, An Le forced a smile and searched for a topic to distract it.
"Maybe it was affected by so external factor? Like how snake venom can be neutralized by an antidote…
"Maybe Spencer ate sothing, or drank sothing, that interfered with it?"
Little Finger didn’t take her words to heart at first.
But then—
A single phrase caught its attention.
"External factor?"
"Yeah, like… coffee? Tea? Or maybe—"
Little Finger’s eyes widened, and in an instant, a flash of insight struck its mind like a bolt of lightning.
External factor…
Yes—there was a possibility that sothing external had interfered.
But it wasn’t anything as mundane as coffee or tea…
A terrifying image surfaced in Little Finger’s mind.
A colossal, nacing existence—so horrifying that just thinking about its na sent chills down its spine.
"B-Big… Big Finger?!
Silence fell.
For a long mont, it only muttered that dreaded na under its breath.
"W-what? Big what?"
An Le hadn’t quite heard it. She only saw Little Finger trembling violently, shaking like a leaf.
Monts ago, its movents had been so smooth—but now, its entire body had gone rigid, like a statue.
Bit by bit, it turned its head toward An Le and sucked in a sharp breath.
"If… if that’s the case, then it’s not that the effect didn’t work…"
"Huh?"
An Le was completely lost. Little Finger’s thoughts were now moving too fast for her to follow.
Only Little Finger itself understood the truth.
Every Modifier that descended into this world granted its host so degree of resistance to other Modifiers.
This wasn’t a feature of the Modifiers themselves—it was a passive property, a fundantal rule.
For instance, Little Finger had two defining traits:
It possessed intelligence and the ability to directly influence reality within a certain range.
It could bypass a portion of other Modifiers’ resistances.
But unlike other Modifiers, which all had at least two traits—
Big Finger had only one.
Absolute immunity to all other Modifiers.
In other words, most Modifiers were completely ineffective against its host.
Except for one exception—
Little Finger.
Because of its ability to break resistance, it was one of the few that could have so effect on Big Finger’s host.
Which ant—
If Spencer was actually the host of the incomprehensibly terrifying Big Finger…
Little Finger’s eyes shot open.
It whipped around to An Le, urgently shouting,
"An Le! Hurry! Find Spencer—NOW!!"
"Huh? Right now?"
Little Finger wrapped tightly around An Le’s neck, its voice frantic.
"YES! RIGHT NOW!! The potion didn’t have zero effect on her—it might have only activated partially!!"
"Huh?! Partially?! What does that even an?!"
"Forget about that for now! Just listen! If only part of the effect is active, then the activation ti, duration, or even the effects themselves might be distorted!!"
Little Finger’s voice grew louder as it stared into An Le’s face.
"That ans just because it didn’t trigger right away doesn’t an it won’t trigger later! If she suddenly activates on the spot—"
An Le’s face turned ghostly white.
At that mont, both she and Little Finger were equally panicked—
Though they were worried about very different things.
If that happens, Spencer’s dignity will be completely ruined!!
If that happens, Big Finger will grow even stronger!!!
"I-I’ll find her right now!!"
An Le didn’t even bother taking her bag—she just left it in the elective classroom.
Imdiately, she pulled out her phone and opened Plane, dialing Spencer’s number.
"Beep… beep… beep…"
No answer.
"Th-this… Ugh… It’s all my fault… If I hadn’t been so reckless…"
Tears welled up in An Le’s eyes.
Spencer had been the first real friend she had made besides Yan Huan.
She had always looked out for her—
And yet, because of her selfishness, Spencer had ended up like this.
If only she had never…
If only she had never used that ability in the first place…
"Crack… Crack… Crack… Crack!!"
At that thought—
Little Finger’s expression twisted.
Pain.
Unbearable pain.
"Master… MASTER, STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT!! I’M DYING HERE!! HSSSS…!!"
Little Finger collapsed off An Le’s shoulder, writhing on the ground as if it had just been shot.
The scales on its body glead as though about to shatter, radiating pure agony.
"An Le! This isn’t your fault!! AHHH!! Please, just stop thinking about it!!!"
"B-but…"
An Le clutched her phone, still unable to reach Spencer, her heart wracked with guilt—
Each wave of remorse crashing down like a cannonball onto Little Finger’s skull.
"HSSSS!!"
It flipped over, rolling around in excruciating pain.
"Y-you okay, Little Finger?! D-don’t scare
too… Uuu…"
"An Le… SISTER—no, wait—MOM—no, ANCESTOR!! I am begging you—just CALM DOWN! HNGHHH!!!"
Little Finger rolled around in pain, all while trying to talk An Le down.
"Deep breaths… Clear your mind… G-good… O-one… Hsss! Two… Three… There, good!"
Watching as An Le slowly emptied her thoughts, suppressing the guilt she had developed from using the Modifier, Little Finger quickly flipped over and unleashed—
"Regretting it now is completely useless! This isn’t even your fault to begin with, do you hear ?!
"If that idiot hadn’t stolen your drink in the first place, would she be in this ss now? No! This is her fault, not yours! You’re already going above and beyond by trying to help her!
"So stop blaming yourself and start thinking about who’s actually responsible!!"
An Le’s eyes widened.
For a mont, Little Finger’s serious tone caught her off guard, making her thoughts halt.
That’s… true.
Spencer was the one who drank the water on her own…
At most, she had just been… a little careless.
"But right now…"
She blinked, about to say sothing, when Little Finger cut her off imdiately.
"Right now, you shouldn’t be thinking about anything except finding her! That’s your top priority!"
"O-okay… Okay! I’ll go now."
Hearing that, An Le finally let go of so of the burden in her heart.
She reached out and carefully picked up Little Finger, whose scales had started to heal, placing it back on her shoulder.
Then, without hesitation, she rushed toward the sports field where Spencer had her elective class.
anwhile, at the Club Building—
Yan Huan had just exited the Computer Club’s lab, holding a USB drive in his hand.
Yaqiao Mu had stored the Club Competition equipnt list on one of the computers here, so Yan Huan had co to retrieve the data.
A phantom-like black cat appeared on his shoulder, watching him as it spoke.
"Looks like we underestimated Spencer, ow. She actually managed to outplay us at lunch… I can feel it—her Modifier gained so power."
"Yeah…"
Yan Huan was still questioning reality.
That girl—her every move was clumsy, like soone who had no idea what they were doing.
Logically, she should’ve been easy to handle.
And yet, by so freak accident, she had landed a critical hit today…
Was she just pretending to be an idiot?
"But no rush—we’ll deal with her later. From now until the Club Competition ends, as long as she’s using the Hentai Club as an excuse to stay, we’ll have plenty of opportunities."
"ow~"
Yan Huan stuffed the USB drive into his pocket and headed downstairs.
He glanced at his phone—
It was Bai Yi’s chat window on Plane.
"We didn’t get to talk about the MV at lunch… Are you free later, Yan Huan?"
"Yeah. Let’s et sowhere."
"Great! How about that Light Yan Milk Tea Shop on the shopping street?"
"Sounds good. I’ve got so Student Council business to handle first, but I’ll be there soon."
"Okay~"
Yan Huan had promised to et Bai Yi after finishing his tasks, so he was headed over now.
But just as he passed the second floor—
"Oh? President Yan, you’re here too, huh?"
A deeply irritating voice reached his ears.
His originally neutral expression faded instantly.
Turning his head, he saw Spencer, stepping into the stairwell from the Hentai Club’s hallway.
"Spencer?"
Hearing her na, Spencer suddenly seed to rember sothing.
With a mischievous grin, she looked at Yan Huan and teased,
"Had fun being held by An Le at lunch?"
"...Are you seriously ntally ill?"
"Tch… Acting all high and mighty—weren’t you the one who reacted instantly the mont I teased you?"
Spencer waved her hand dismissively before tilting her head up with a mocking smirk.
"Loser~"
"……"
Yan Huan’s expression darkened imdiately.
Especially when he saw the smug look on her face—his fists practically itched.
Spencer just shook her head.
But then, finally, her slow-processing brain rembered sothing.
Didn’t she still have five unused chances to make Yan Huan "fall"?
At lunch, she had wasted the opportunity helping An Le…
But now?
Wasn’t this a perfect chance?!
Spencer licked her trademark sharp canine tooth, her gaze landing on the handso young man in front of her.
She sneered.
"If Ying Gong Tong found out that the President she likes is actually weak enough to react to soone like , what do you think she’d do?"
As she spoke, she stepped closer to Yan Huan.
Sa old trick.
She was about to pull the exact sa move on him again.
And today—
She was even wearing this tight-fitting sports uniform.
Taking him down should be a breeze.
Thinking this, her confidence skyrocketed.
A devilish grin curled on her lips as she looked at Yan Huan and spoke slowly, savoring each word.
"She’d probably be disappointed in you, huh, loser~"
But in the next instant—
Heat.
A sudden, scorching heat flared up in her stomach.
It rushed straight to her chest, making her breath hitch, before exploding into her brain.
Her wild grin vanished.
Her face, once filled with smug amusent, suddenly flushed a deep red—
And all the strength in her body felt like it had been drained.
She had been stepping forward toward Yan Huan—
But now, completely out of control, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor.
"Thud~"
Her eyes widened, her face hot as she stared at the sudden change in her perspective.
Then—
In complete disbelief, she lowered her gaze, looking at her own body that now felt like it was sinking into cotton.
Huh?
What… what’s happening?
I can’t… move?
And also—
My heart…
"Thump… thump… thump…"
Her cheeks burned as the world around her started warping in her vision.
Then, with her mind sluggishly processing, she slowly lifted her head and looked up.
Right in front of her—
Yan Huan.
Even with all his usual composure, even with all his self-control—
After being mocked and provoked by Spencer for so long—
His expression finally cracked.
It wasn’t just cold anymore.
It wasn’t just dark anymore.
For the first ti ever, his lips curled up—
Not in amusent, not in kindness—
But in a smile filled with pure, seething anger.
For so reason, that infuriating smile—
The sa smile she had always hated—
In Spencer’s warped, spinning world…
It suddenly felt incredibly tempting.
This guy…
Why does he seem even more… than usual…
But aside from that tiny flicker of instinctual excitent—
What she felt most was panic.
Because just monts ago—
She had taunted Yan Huan.
And—
It was super effective.
Yan Huan’s face had gone completely black.
He took a deep breath, then slowly stepped toward her.
"I still haven’t settled the score from lunch—and now you have the guts to co taunt
again?"
"W-wait… ha… ha… Y-Yan Huan… y-you…"
Before her eyes, Yan Huan’s shadow stretched over her as he lood over her kneeling form.
Overwheld, Spencer felt a wave of fear—her body slumped onto the floor as she instinctively tried to crawl backward.
But—
Her limbs were too weak.
She felt like water, unable to move more than an inch.
"Oh? So now you call
'Yan Huan'? What was it you were calling
just now?"
"Ugh… w-wait—"
The bitterness of being played by Spencer at lunch,
The anger of being repeatedly mocked as a "loser,"
The hostility toward a Modifier that could potentially threaten the world—
All of these emotions combined—
And the Yan Huan standing before her now—
Was like the most terrifying demon she had ever seen.
A dense, suffocating aura of darkness poured from him.
Spencer’s already-dazed vision blurred further—
She couldn’t even see his face clearly anymore.
She only felt—
That the next mont—
This terrifying man was going to ruthlessly teach her a lesson.
"R-reinforcents… I-I need reinforcents…"
She opened her mouth to beg for rcy—
But her voice ca out thick and sticky, as if she was drowning in her own excessive saliva.
So bold just monts ago?
Thought she was so smart after her win at lunch?
If she had the guts, why not finish this match and co out for a solo right now?!
At that mont—
Yan Huan, expression dark as ever, reached out his hand.
To Spencer—
That hand looked like a giant, crushing mountain, about to devour her entire world.
Shit…
Shit shit shit!!!
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