My feud with the protagonist is as deep as the sea [Quick Transmigration]

Tyrant of the North.

The wars he has sparked have spread throughout the world, from mortals to gods.

Out of fear of him, the kings of all lands made a wish to the gods, willing to hand over all the power of the country to the gods in exchange for the gods to punish the despots of the tyrant and drive out the conquerors of their homeland.

And the gods granted the petition.

But this incident aroused the anger of the Dark God. He vowed that once the king he guarded was hurt by the gods, he would destroy the entire God Realm. .

Although after thousands of years of accumulation of beliefs, the divine power of the God of Light has become extremely powerful, but the God of Darkness who became a god as a human being is still the most powerful god in the world. will.

After learning of his proclamation, the gods had to gather in the temple on the mountain to discuss the matter. They were determined to back down and gave the dark god power, faith, wealth, or the right to live on the mountain, but they were all rejected by him one by one. reject.

Until the God of Light said: "The God of Darkness is fighting against the gods for a mortal. It is said that that mortal has the appearance of his ancestor, the beloved who made me fascinated and suffered a lot of wounds for him thousands of years ago. The God of Darkness You must see his shadow in that person."

The gods looked at each other, but they all remembered the arrogant and beautiful mortal who rejected the god's invitation thousands of years ago.

The God of Light said: "The dead will not be reborn. He is just attached to the appearance of that mortal. Why don't we give him a more similar and perfect human being, and he will change his mind."

The gods gathered together and created a human being with deep black eyes and a heart as frosty as snow. Mortals who have seen this creation claim that it is full of more perfect and dreamy beauty than the King of the North guarded by the Dark God.

But the God of Darkness was furious because of this. He tore up the gift from the gods, and instead became more attached to that mortal, guarding the side of the king he protected every night.

"He only recognizes that mortal." The God of Light whispered to himself, "It's so strange."

Although the gods appreciate beauty, mortals are insignificant to them who can create everything.

The first northern king in the past was a miracle that only appeared once, and he shook the gods, but the God of Light can see the reality under the surface, so he will not be fascinated by the one who looks similar but does not have the soul he loves creation.

He originally thought that the God of Darkness was only in love with the appearance of that mortal, but... it seemed to be different from what he thought.

The suspicious god opened the water mirror and tried to see the appearance of the king of the north, but the dark god's possessiveness for that mortal was so strong that he didn't know when he placed an eye that only the gods could see, but the god's eyes. And thus the fog that can never be penetrated.

The situation fell into anxiety for a while, and finally the God of Light made up his mind and sent angels from the God Realm to descend into the abyss.

The eloquent emissary from the God Realm finally managed to get in touch with the God of Darkness despite the danger of his soul being torn apart and falling into the bottomless abyss.

No one knows what they said that day, only the people in the Demon Realm remember that after the bastard from the God Realm with white wings left that day, their gods rarely went out, but stayed in the abyss, quietly looking at the dark sky. Allow anyone to come near.

In fact, what the other party said was very simple.

"The lifespan of a mortal will never be as long as that of a god."

"You can't keep him."

Even the figure that was haunted by the gods in the sky and the earth thousands of years ago, finally shattered like a bubble in midsummer.

Mortals are but a moment to God.

Although God can protect the peace and power of that king in the world, it will inevitably bring disasters to his kingdom, and even cause the other party to die because of it.

After receiving no more response from the Dark God, the gods understood that he had finally backed down, and they merrily intervened in the war.

Following the will of Poseidon, the sea roared into a tsunami tens of meters high and washed away the rice fields, the sun god drove the chariot to burn the earth, and the goddess of plague sang songs and walked through the cities in the north.

The steel blade of a mortal can never compare with the power of the gods, and the great cause that once overthrew the entire continent faded away in an instant.

Seeing his own people and army struggling in the misery sent down from heaven, the handsome king of the North asked the God of Darkness for help several times, but he never got a response from him.

God seemed to have given up on him.

One night, Lu Ri put on his coat and fell asleep on the couch until the light illuminated his cheeks.

Before he woke up, he muttered in a daze, "Why does the sky in the southern region light up so early?" Then he opened his eyes and saw the bright fire outside.

Obviously, the heroes who resisted the tyrant finally came in under the guidance of the gods.

...But it's too fast.

Lu Ri pulled out his long sword from under his pillow, and before he could leave the palace, he heard the knight outside shouting: "Run away, king—"

Then there was a tragic cry, the sound was like a hoarse and painful roar when the neck was wiped off.

[It is not recommended for the host to go out at this time. 】The system suggests, 【It is best to escape from the secret path and wait for the protagonist in this world to change his mind. 】

"The army is under the rule of the king, and most of the other territories have also fallen." Lu Ri said, "Even if you escape from here, where can you escape, the boy who asked for help so many times before ignored me, why not?" Die quickly."

He took the sword and pushed open the heavy palace door.

The palace fire illuminated the king's face, and the people who were fighting outside saw him.

The face of the king, who was rumored to be almost demonized by the outside world, was bright and dark in the light of the fire. His stern face, like frost and snow, was even more breathtakingly beautiful because of the war and blood. He faced his own death without fear, and was extraordinarily calm. .

In the current desperate situation of defeat like a mountain, the tyrant who once made the whole continent fearful not only did not choose to escape, but instead stepped out like a hero, holding a sword, calmly waiting for the judgment of his enemies.

"king--"

The northern knights who were killed to the end were covered in blood, trying to return to their loyal lord, but their strength had been weakened by the gods, and their necks were wiped by the enemy before they could guard the king.

In the end, only the king of the North, who once made the whole world fearful, was left standing here alone, facing all the enemies.

He quietly watched the fallen corpses, his always cold and heartless face seemed to show extremely mournful grief in the firelight.

People looked at each other, wondering whether to approach him, but the king spoke before all his enemies, only to hear him say in a calm voice: "You have two choices, either kill me or imprison me , Both of these two choices can demonstrate the mighty power of God.”

He had already covered up the sadness in his heart, and his casual expression seemed to ignore everyone present at all.

In his opinion, it was the ruthless gods that mortals could not fight against, but it was by no means these defeated soldiers who had been crushed by his army and had no power to fight back.

Obviously, it should make people feel ridiculous and angry——

But his face was so magnificent and proud that one couldn't take one's eyes away.

I don't know when, except for the squeaking of the flames swallowing the flames, there is no sound left around.

The heroes who were chosen by the gods and joined forces to kill each other looked at each other, and they all saw a certain hidden desire in each other's eyes.

Such a beautiful tyrant without the slightest magical ability is of course more suitable to be imprisoned forever and use his beauty to make up for his sins.

But before the orders of the heroes who were dazzled by beauty, the Holy Son, who represented the will of the God of Light, had already spoken in front of everyone: "Kill him."

The holy son with soft blond hair and sea-like eyes looked at the king standing on a high place, then looked around at those unwilling heroes, and said firmly: "Kill him before the altar and dedicate him to the gods, only the supreme god to punish him for his mistakes."

Following his words, the absent-minded king seemed to smile a little, and he spoke, his voice still cold: "You really don't want me to be humiliated, right, Holy Son?"

He said: "I once expelled you from the North, and gave you such a great humiliation... Could it be that you can't let go of me because of this?"

Shengzi remained silent with a sullen face, and decided to ignore his companion's suddenly enlightened eyes.

This guy really did it on purpose... It's still as bad as death.

That's not an illusion.

The Holy Son thought.

It has been so long since he saw this person's enthronement ceremony with his own eyes, but this person's appearance has not changed at all, as if he was favored by God.He was so frank, decisive and cold, even in such a defeated situation, he did not waver at all, as if he had already foreseen his own death.

Those who are loved by God—

For the glory of their fathers and the survival of their people, those who ruthlessly wage war—

He had already foreseen his fate.

[The influence of the plot is not enough, if the host withdraws at this time, it will be judged that the luck plunder has failed...] The system reminded him nervously.

Lu Ri said: [Who said I want to quit this world. 】

system:……

You are going to die bro.

Lu Ri didn't say a word, he was able to put on such a steely expression, of course it wasn't because he was really fearless, but because he knew that although the God of Darkness hadn't saved his country before, he wouldn't leave him alone.

He opened his eyes and saw that the heroes had to follow the order of the Holy Son—or the majesty of the God of Light behind the Holy Son—and approached him, trying to disarm him and push him to the altar of the gods.

He drew out his sword and pressed it to his neck amidst the exclamation of the crowd.

As if he could perceive the pair of eyes that had been watching but suddenly widened in the void, a silent smile flowed from Wang's lips.

At that time, he did say "Goodbye, God", and then cut his own neck-

Of course it didn't work out.

The dark mist enveloped his whole body in an instant, and the wind blew violently, blowing sand and stones together with the sound of the strong wind. When the heroes who were forced to cover their faces with their hands opened their eyes and looked around again, they found that the person standing before There is no trace of the king in front of the palace.

There was nothing left but corpses all over the floor.

There was once a legendary tyrant who swept across the entire continent and almost became the king of the entire territory.

No one in the world could stand against him until the gods were angry with his cruelty and punished him for his crimes, and his army was defeated one after another.

When the heroes of the whole continent accepted the will of the gods and gathered under the southern palace conquered by him, they attempted to kill him——

Or sacrifice to the gods—

Or imprison him in the tower of the castle—

There are many kinds of epics——

A god took him away.

"Which god is that?" The young man who was listening to his grandfather's story asked curiously, "Will you always honor the steadfast and pure-blooded God of Light? Do you love the God of Love who loves beautiful boys and girls? He is keen on hunting and swears to be pure and proud for life." Luna?"

"That is a powerful god who cannot be spoken directly." Grandpa's voice was soft and gentle, "Even the gods cannot speak his name directly, he only allows the great king to call him by his name directly, but The king never called him by his name."

After the king of the northern border was taken away by the gods, the entire northern border fell into a protracted civil war and chaos. The survival of this nation was already extremely difficult, but now it has become a defeated one, and it is even more miserable.

For three whole years, the entire snowfield echoed with wailing sounds.

Demon world.

By the fountain next to the temple is always sitting the king who once brought conquest and disaster to the earth, and then was taken away by the dark god.

He stared indifferently at the black stone fountain that spit out a liquid that seemed to be condensed after the night melted, and felt that the Demon Realm, as described in the epic, was no different from other places.

Or because the gods would not let the danger and filth that the demon world is famous for be stained with him.

This kind of world doesn't seem to need science at all, even if there are occasional things that violate the basic structure of the world, it has to be described as non-magic.

Lu Ri likes to lean against this hot spring, because the flowing water in it will show the scene of the human world, and he can always stay there for a whole day, even ignoring the various paintings specially given to him by the gods.

The north of the hot spring corresponds to the north of the human world, where the sky is different from the dark and gloomy black sky in the Demon Realm, it is white and snowy.

He looked at the people who were displaced because of the loss of the king, looked at the children who were hungry and cold but wept because their father died in the battle and their mother was plundered, he saw that they were killed in despair, but they would rather die standing, meditating King's name of the warrior.

To see his people thrown into cannibalism and displaced.

Seeing the once-conquered alien incarnate as the conqueror, domineering, armed with weapons, and trampled on his homeland.

The victors of the past are most cruel after defeat.

A girl shed tears in the snowstorm, holding a bouquet of ice-blue winter roses in her chest, young and immature, facing her house destroyed by the conquerors.

Lu Ri stretched out his hand towards the face presented in the hot spring, subconsciously trying to wipe away the tears on the girl's cheeks, but before his fingers touched the hot spring, the voice of God sounded from behind Wang.

God asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering," Wang replied coldly, "how much will I have to pay to return to my hometown."

"The northern border has been hated by all the gods, and they must pay the price for the disaster they brought." God said, "I can only save you."

"Then let me die like any mortal in this world." King said.

The face full of arrogance in the past no longer carried the slightest sympathy, and he just stared at the phantom in the water expressionlessly.

The demons serving God passed by the corridor lightly. They pretended to be indifferent, but God still knew that whenever they passed by here, they would secretly peep at the figure here.

The demons are extremely frank about desire and love, they love beautiful things frankly, if it is not because this mortal is the property of the gods, and the gods have wiped out several daring adventurers so far, any demons would not Be stingy to plunder this mortal, even if it attracts the pursuit of the whole demon world.

But no matter what thoughts they harbor, or what the gods in the sky think, this person belongs to him.

Even if everything in the world loves him, only oneself can have this person.

But the king did not love God.

His heart may never fall in love with anyone, and all his attachments are placed on his people and the northern border, exactly the same as the man thousands of years ago.

God stared at that indifferent face, so familiar yet so unfamiliar, he finally couldn't restrain his inner feelings, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the man's shoulder, and kissed the other man's lips, feeling a tingle in his heart because of the other party's lack of response .

Those dark eyes lifted up and stared at God, numb.

"I can give you the whole demon world." God said, "Forget about the northern border and stay here."

Lu Ri looked at God and said, "Is this how God is? From this water, you can see the entire human world, and there are as many mortals as there are stars."

God is silent.

"Then I should be the same as them. No matter what I do, it is only a mortal life after all, and it should be insignificant to a god."

"You're different," God said, "You're not like them..."

Because you are my life.

He couldn't explain to the other party why he was so different from other people to God, only saw Wang staring at him and smiling slightly.

As ruthless as in memory.

The god said like a ghost: "If you die, I will feel very lonely."

But the king did not speak.

God took him to the depths of the temple.

Before that, he allowed this person to enter and exit the entire temple at will, only that place he not only did not allow any demons to enter, he even did not allow the other party to enter and exit.

But now God let this mortal see one mural after another inside.

It was all carved here by the power of God, and it was the most precious thing to him.The God of Darkness was ascended to the position of God by mortals. He was worried that the long time of the gods would obliterate his memories, so he wrote down the things he must never forget, and left them here, never to forget them.

Most are the same figure.

"That was the most precious person before I became a god."

Lu Ri cast his eyes on God.

"He is just an ordinary mortal like you," said the god. "He once made the whole north surrender to him, and the gods dreamed of him. But what about after a thousand years?"

"...he's dead." Lu Ri looked at the murals.

Epic murals are always very abstract. In the past, when Lu Ri looked at those murals in order to maintain an artistic personality, he secretly complained about who they were, but maybe he was worried that he would forget the face of that person. God painted the other person’s face. Meticulous, sacrificing the beauty of art in order to fully present him.

But he was art in himself, and that man had the same face as him.

"When I knew him, I was but a slave," said God. "He bought me, saved me, taught me, and supported me step by step until I became a god. I thought he would stay with me forever, until At the end of the war between light and darkness, he stabbed me in the chest for the sake of the God of Light."

Lu Rijiu: ...

Sounds like exactly how I do things.

"He never loved anyone."

God said coldly.

"Do you want to know his name?"

No, I don't want to thank you.

"He is the first King of the North, your ancestor," the god stared at him, "Now I am sure, he is your previous life."

Lu Rijiu: [... System, explain. 】

The system is very embarrassed: [Wait, wait. 】

Fortunately, the God of Darkness didn't ask him to express his experiences and impressions after seeing the murals. After he finished reading these murals on the way, God took him out, and then left by himself.

[In short, when you entered this world, you were indeed at the starting point of the plot, but after completing the plot, the world judged that you did not have enough influence on the protagonist's life. I suggested that the host go back to the world, but the host thought that the protagonist of this world It's too difficult to deal with, so I decided to "make a second strategy on the original archive" - ​​the host said so. 】

"So I chose to be reincarnated?" Lu Ri said, "Then why don't I remember?"

[Although the gods cannot see through the mind, they are more sensitive than ordinary people.] The system said, [The host thinks that keeping the memory will affect the performance, so it is not my fault that he asked me to delete this memory. 】

It sounds aggrieved.

Lu Rijiu: ...

After a moment of silence, he felt that this might not be an opportunity, and said, "I understand...but I still have to return to the human world."

Although he couldn't remember why he chose reincarnation instead of backtracking, Lu Ri probably understood the value of reincarnation.

After all, only what cannot be obtained can leave a deep impact on people. The most memorable thing is not not being able to obtain it, but the second loss after obtaining it.

Although God showed him those murals and was willing to hand over the entire Demon World to him to rule, none of this seemed to have moved the king.

He only thought about his own northern border in his heart, and repeatedly induced those demons who admired his appearance to flee with him.

Even if these demons who lost their souls for the beauty of mortals succeeded in taking him out of the temple, they would soon be discovered by the dark god, and then crushed into foam in the anger of the gods.

After this event was repeated seven times, God took away the king's appearance according to the contract.

The face of the person reflected in the mirror is unremarkable.

His eyes are still extremely bright, like frost and snow, but his facial features seem to have lost their color. No matter from which angle you look at them, they can't leave an impression on people. Although it can't be said to be disgusting, no matter who looks at it, there is a feeling of boredom. He just looked away frivolously.

Lu Rijiu: 【...I made a mistake in the system, my heart hurts so much. 】

But God was pleased with it.

Standing behind Lu Rijiu, he looked at the cheek that seemed to be "totally disfigured" in Lu Rijiu's eyes. His heart was agitated. After gazing into the mirror for a while, he finally couldn't help but leaned down and kissed him indifferently. Cheeks and pale lips.

The more unremarkable that face was, the more endless desires surged in his heart.

Because from now on, only he will love this person, and he loves him, regardless of the appearance that charms anyone.

"Only me."

God's possessiveness and enthusiasm made him and the king spend seven days and six nights on the bed in the temple, and Lu Ri complained of severe back pain after waking up.

If it weren't for the gods to send him divine power, he might kneel down in a super shameful way, with a cold face.

God only pleases him, show him the epic poems of heroes, plunder for him the deepest books in the library of the God of Wisdom, watch him touch the pages with his white fingers, and then tear them to pieces, he will no longer Paint colors for stories of heroes and gods.

God brought him the treasures of the entire demon world. The silver-blue gems are three points more beautiful than the most beautiful winter rose in the world, which seems to be enough to buy the entire northern border.

He just turned his head to look at the reflection in the water.

In the end, God even used the dancers from the Demon World to please him, but even the most beautiful succubus in the entire Demon World couldn’t make him fall in love——

How could he be tempted?

Even though he has lost his appearance, he does not love others with his beauty.

Jean's favorite thing is still to sit beside the flowing water, watching his country, his mourning homeland and people.

The king's mind was only thinking of his northern border.

He really doesn't love anyone.

Whenever he sees his side face, God will remember what the messenger of the God of Light once told him: "You will definitely not be able to keep him."

But why can’t God keep him?

Because he can't love, and because he doesn't love anyone, his beauty is extraordinarily beautiful and extraordinarily cruel.

The god stood in the shadow of the palace, looking at the face of the mortal sitting in the middle of the courtyard, and the demons passing by were silent because of the low air pressure around the god, and crept past.

They have never seen their gods show such an expression. Those eyes seem to contain the darkness of the entire bottomless abyss. They are cold and ruthless, but they are different from the ruthless killing that made the gods of the gods fear in the war of gods. I mean, that kind of coldness not only makes people want to bow their heads, but also feels that his heart is extremely sad and pitiful.

"Leave the temple."

He just said that to the demons, and the demons also left.

The god walked up to the mortal king and gazed into his face.

Wang just looked at him blankly, and then looked at the phantom in the water again.But he suddenly seemed to realize something, and he raised his eyes with some astonishment, and for the first time after he was brought into the demon world, he took the initiative to cast his gaze at God.

He could feel the repressed emotions in the gods, as cold as a heavy snake, but it was not the ruthlessness of giving up everything, but a kind of cold sorrow.

God kissed him, stroked his face, and said, "I will let you go."

God finally released the king he had imprisoned.

But the contract they had sworn had been fulfilled, God took away the appearance of the King of the North, and would never help his kingdom again.

It is not uncommon for mortals to be plundered by the gods. Some people will become the lovers and companions of the gods with their world-famous beauty, or they will surprise the gods with their force and achievements across the continent. Not long before the history of the king of the north, there was There was a hero who was given fine wine by the God of Dawn because of his looks and merits. He slept on her bed at night and drove the carriage for her when she lifted off in the light of day.

But the life of gods is eternal, compared with them, mortals are as short as duckweed, and gods are the most new and old beings in the world, so no one is surprised when they come back soon.

The people in the north rejoiced at the return of their king, but the gods despised him because he lost his appearance.

"Let this be over," said the gods.

As a result, the Northern Territory was defeated even more severely. The king who returned from the demon world not only did not allow his country to dominate the world as in the past, but instead made his motherland fall into an even more incurable disaster.

Even so, the people in the northern border did not hold the slightest resentment towards him. They still fought the last desperate battle for the king's order, believed in the dreams of their ancestors, and believed that the strength and will of human beings could surpass the power of gods , even if the gods can break their backs, they will never be able to bend them down.

By the time the Holy Son led the templar knights into the northern border to finish the battle, the former kingdom was already dilapidated. Looking around the entire castle, there were corpses and ruins everywhere, empty.

"Didn't you find the King of the Northern Realm?" After hearing the news, the Holy Son asked back in surprise.

The Templar said: "The surrounding area has been surrounded. He should have fled to the north, but there is permafrost over there. I have never heard of anyone returning alive. Even people from the north cannot come out there."

He looked around and lowered his voice: "Of course...if that god, continue to help him..."

The Holy Son was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "No, my God has already told me God's oath, since that one has released him, he will no longer protect him."

Is it really like this?

The Holy Son thought complicatedly.

He turns back again and again for you.

When the city wall was breached, Lu Ri was forcibly taken out by his subjects, but the God of the North Wind blew a violent snowstorm, making them lost between the white sky and the earth. At some point, only him in a cloak Walking alone in the vast snow.

Wang should have died

Perhaps it was the blessing of the gods, or the wishes of the people, or his own obsession, but the king did not die.

He walked alone in the blizzard, even though the white catkins blown by the strong wind made his eyes blurred due to excessive snow blindness, and the cold wind screamed in his ears, as if pursuers were pressing on all sides, so he had to walk in the snow in embarrassment. Step by step in the ground.

There is only one answer at the end of the long and cold escape.

The blurred consciousness caused by the cold caused him to accidentally step on the snow cliff, and his body rolled all the way on the snow slope. Although he was in pain, he didn't die. Wang's vision vaguely saw who was staying under the cliff. cave.

He barely propped himself up, squirmed step by step on the ground with his knees and elbows, until he entered the cave, and then he showed a very light unconscious smile.

The eyes in the sky were fixed on him, and the lips were trembling.

It seems to be getting warmer.

Wang leaned against the cold black stone wall of the cave, looking at the white phantom in the distance outside. Hunger made his abdomen ache, but the soft skin that was once cared for by silk and satin had long since felt no tingling and dryness. It was extremely cold, but lying in the cave at the moment, it felt unbelievably warm.

He closed his eyes slightly, unaware of the passage of time, even the pain seemed to dissipate along with the cold, and gradually he heard voices from the blizzard that only the dying could hear.

On the first day, he heard the voices of his father and brother calling him, and his sister standing beside the training ground laughing and calling his name, as if he was still in his childhood, the era when no one believed that he could become the king of the North.

Although he knew it was absolutely impossible, the king who was lying in the cave opened his eyes, heard the figure of the blizzard outside, and faced the hollow black stone wall, he was sure that everything was an illusion.

The next day, he heard the voices of the people calling him the King of the North during the coronation. People gathered together, and the smell of wine and heat mixed with each other, sending out a warm and enthusiastic atmosphere. I firmly believe that he can bring a bright future.

So Wang opened his eyes again, and saw the light-colored sunset outside, and the blizzard had stopped at some point.

On the third day, the king heard the sound of iron cavalry trampling. His army had defeated all the gods and brought eternal peace to the homeland. Now they staggered back from the land in the north to welcome their king .They will take him back to his homeland and his throne, and the people are still smiling as ever.

So Wang is full of expectations——

In other words, when he opened his eyes almost in despair, he saw the soldier in northern costume standing at the cave entrance.

As if he finally felt relieved, his mood gradually calmed down, he closed his eyes slightly, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

There was only a dim consciousness left to feel that the other party came to him, and he spread the thick plush cloak on his body, and his body became warmer and warmer.

"Did we win?" Wang asked under his breath.

"All the gods will be defeated by your will, and the North will become the greatest kingdom in the world after you." The god answered him, "I will defend your glory a hundred times as much as I protect my glory."

"Really..." Wang murmured, "That would be the best."

He stroked his soldier's cheek, leaned against the other's face, smiled, gave him a soft kiss, and said, "Don't show such an expression that you are about to cry."

"Although it's a bit late... But thank you for your hard work."

Finally, he whispered, "Also, I'm sorry."

God put the crown of bones looted from the temple on the head of the king who had fallen into eternal sleep, and answered him: "It's not your fault."

From the beginning to the end, the king never dreamed of God.

The author has something to say:

According to a normal chapter of 3000, there are ten chapters in this world, so it should not be too short (far-eye

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