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The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament drew the cultivation world's attention like nothing else could.
Every significant power on the continent had representation at the event. The great clans sent observers. The empires deployed diplomatic contingents. Spirit Hall itself presided over the proceedings, their Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong presenting an image of benevolent oversight that concealed ambitions I knew would eventually reshape continental politics.
The tournament grounds in Spirit City teemed with cultivators whose combined power could level nations. Title Douluo moved through the crowds like giants among children. Spirit Douluo served as referees for matches between students whose talent promised future significance.
And I moved among them all, invisible despite the daylight, undetected despite the concentration of perception that should have made concealment impossible.
The serpent had entered the dragon's lair, and the dragons had not even noticed.
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Shrek Academy's performance exceeded what most observers had anticipated.
The Seven Devils—Tang San's team, the group whose development I had been tracking through intelligence networks for years—had progressed through the tournament with results that announced them as forces to be reckoned with. Their third-place finish against opponents from academies with substantially greater resources marked them as genuine talents rather than provincial anomalies.
I watched their final matches with professional interest, analyzing capabilities that my memories of the narrative had only partially captured.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had developed beyond what the spirit's apparent weakness suggested possible. His control techniques, his poison applications, his tactical creativity—all demonstrated the protagonist's exceptional nature that the story I remembered had promised.
The others showed similar development. The Evil Fire Phoenix wielder. The Soft Bone Rabbit user. The food-type Spirit Master whose support capabilities exceeded his apparent combat limitations. Each member of the Seven Devils demonstrated talent that would eventually contribute to events that would shake the continent.
But my attention was not primarily focused on the tournament's participants.
My attention was on the prizes.
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Spirit Hall's generosity during the tournament extended beyond mere prestige.
The organization provided soul bones to the winning team—treasures of such value that most Spirit Masters would never personally encounter such resources. The gesture demonstrated Spirit Hall's wealth and influence while creating obligations that the recipients would carry throughout their careers.
Bibi Dong herself presented the prizes during the closing ceremony, her Supreme Pontiff persona radiating benevolence that concealed the ambitions I knew simmered beneath her cultivated surface.
And while she stood at the center of attention, distributing treasures that represented a fraction of Spirit Hall's accumulated wealth…
I was elsewhere.
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Spirit Hall's vault systems in Spirit City were more sophisticated than those I had previously penetrated.
The organization's primary treasury occupied levels beneath the main temple complex, protected by formations that represented centuries of accumulated expertise. Multiple Title Douluo-level guardians maintained constant vigilance. Detection arrays operated across every spectrum of perception that cultivation science had identified.
The security was genuinely impressive.
It was also genuinely insufficient.
My concealment had evolved beyond what any mortal-designed system could address. The essence concealment from my absorbed torso bone now rendered my fundamental nature undetectable—Spirit Hall's formations were designed to detect intruders, but I registered as nothing rather than something hiding. The gap in their perception was not something they could patch because they did not know the gap existed.
I bypassed seventeen distinct security layers during my penetration.
Each one failed to trigger because there was, from their perspective, nothing to trigger against.
The vault's inner chambers contained treasures that exceeded what I had encountered in previous thefts. Spirit bones numbering in the dozens, organized by type and age. Cultivation resources that represented millennia of accumulation. Technique manuals for abilities that Spirit Hall reserved for their most favored adherents.
And in a section reserved for the Supreme Pontiff's personal collection, I found what I had specifically come to acquire.
Two bones of exceptional quality occupied positions of honor within the secured display.
The first was a spine bone from a beast whose chemical signature my Essence Trace identified as approximately ninety-five thousand years old. The spiritual essence suggested defensive capability, regeneration enhancement, and something related to spiritual resilience that my analysis could not immediately classify.
The second was a complete set of external bones—skull, ribs, and limbs arranged as a unified collection rather than individual pieces. The age exceeded one hundred thousand years, the essence suggesting a transcendent beast that had approached the divine threshold before its death. The capabilities such bones might provide approached legendary status.
I took both.
The display cases yielded to manipulation so subtle that their protections could not distinguish my actions from normal material settling. The inventory formations registered no change because my presence created no spiritual disturbance for them to detect.
Spirit Hall's most precious treasures vanished into my possession without any observer—mortal or otherwise—perceiving the theft.
But I was not finished.
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The note was perhaps excessive.
A small piece of paper, inscribed with careful calligraphy that I had practiced specifically for this occasion, placed precisely where the stolen bones had rested.
To the Supreme Pontiff,
Thank you for your generosity. The bones will be well-utilized.
A grateful admirer
The message served no practical purpose. It would not help Spirit Hall identify me—the calligraphy was deliberately generic, the paper untraceable, the wording providing no specific information about the thief's identity or location.
But it would provoke response.
Bibi Dong would discover that her most secure vault had been penetrated during an event she personally oversaw. She would find evidence that the thief had moved freely through protections that should have been impenetrable. She would recognize that whoever had accomplished this feat possessed capabilities that Spirit Hall's considerable resources could not adequately address.
The Supreme Pontiff was not a being who tolerated mysteries. She would investigate obsessively, dedicate resources that might otherwise be directed toward her continental ambitions, focus attention on an enemy she could not identify rather than on opponents she could.
The chaos served my purposes.
And there was, I admitted to myself, a certain satisfaction in taunting a being whose power approached the divine. The serpent's predatory nature did not forget ancient survival imperatives, but neither did it forget the joy of successful predation against challenging prey.
Bibi Dong was not prey I could hunt directly. But I could steal from her, taunt her, demonstrate that her power was not absolute—and she would never know who had accomplished the insult.
The exhilaration matched what I had felt during previous thefts. The hunt continued to provide satisfaction that mere accumulation could not match.
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The return journey to Heaven Dou City passed without incident, my cargo of stolen treasures secured in spatial storage that my enhanced spiritual structure could now maintain independently.
The tournament's conclusion had generated attention that would persist for months—analysis of the various academies' performances, speculation about future developments, political maneuvering based on the demonstrated capabilities of the next generation.
And somewhere in Spirit Hall's inner chambers, Bibi Dong would be discovering that her vault had been violated.
I found myself looking forward to the investigation's expansion. The chaos it generated would occupy resources that might otherwise threaten my concealed existence. The mystery would consume attention that might otherwise focus on more productive endeavors.
The serpent had learned to appreciate the value of manufactured distraction.
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The soul bone absorptions proceeded across the following month.
The spine bone integration came first, its defensive and regeneration properties aligning well with capabilities I had previously developed. The spiritual resilience aspect proved to be something related to mental fortification—protection against techniques that attacked consciousness or spirit rather than body.
The enhancement was substantial. Attacks that targeted the mind—illusions, spiritual assaults, consciousness manipulation—would now encounter resistance that approached immunity. Combined with my existing mental acceleration from the Shadow Leopard head bone, my psychological defenses had become genuinely formidable.
The complete bone set from the transcendent beast required more careful integration.
External bones—skull, ribs, limbs—were traditionally absorbed as individual pieces rather than unified collections. The transcendent beast's essence, however, had merged across all components, creating a spiritual structure that demanded absorption as a complete system rather than discrete elements.
The integration took three weeks.
The results exceeded anything I had previously experienced.
Every physical parameter increased substantially. Strength. Speed. Durability. Regeneration. Perception. Each aspect of my combat capability gained margins that pushed me toward limits I had not previously believed achievable through soul bone enhancement.
But the most significant effect was something I had not anticipated.
The transcendent beast's essence carried traces of comprehension that approached divine understanding. Not godhood itself—the beast had died before achieving that threshold—but something that suggested what godhood might eventually provide.
Reality manipulation.
The capability was limited—far more modest than what genuine divine beings could accomplish. But within perhaps three feet of my physical form, I could now make minor adjustments to fundamental properties of existence. Friction could be increased or decreased. Gravitational orientation could be subtly shifted. The flow of time could be marginally accelerated or decelerated.
The applications for assassination were immediately obvious.
An opponent whose footing suddenly lost traction at a critical moment. A target whose perception of temporal flow became misaligned with actual events. A victim whose body experienced gravitational pulls from unexpected directions.
The serpent had gained capabilities that transcended normal cultivation parameters.
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The ninth ring presented challenges that previous acquisitions had not required.
My internal reservoir of accumulated soul age—the remaining essence from my hundred thousand years of beast cultivation—had diminished substantially through previous ring condensations and the unexpected consumption during bone integrations. Approximately fifteen thousand years remained accessible.
Insufficient for a ninth ring of the quality I required.
Title Douluo status demanded exceptional rings to maintain proper spiritual balance. A weak ninth ring would create bottlenecks that limited my ultimate development. The ring needed to match or exceed the quality of my previous acquisitions.
But traditional hunting for a hundred-thousand-year beast of appropriate attributes carried risks that my enhanced capabilities did not entirely eliminate. Such creatures were rare, dangerous, and often occupied territories where even Title Douluo approached with extreme caution.
I required an alternative approach.
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The artificial soul ring research had been progressing for years, its methodology refined through countless experiments and failed attempts.
The breakthrough that Master Wei's team had achieved—hybrid rings combining captured natural essence with artificial amplification—suggested possibilities that extended beyond simple ring manufacture.
If natural essence could be amplified…
Could existing rings be enhanced through similar processes?
The theory required extensive development before practical application became viable. I dedicated two months to laboratory work that pushed the boundaries of what cultivation science had previously achieved.
The key insight came through analysis of essence interaction during the amplification process.
Natural soul beast essence carried information as well as power—the creature's cultivation history, its developed abilities, its fundamental nature. The artificial amplification process typically added raw power while diluting this information content, which explained why manufactured rings provided reduced capability compared to natural equivalents.
But what if the amplification could be directed? What if additional essence of compatible type could be introduced during the enhancement process, providing both power and information that complemented the original ring's properties?
The theory suggested that a ring of modest age could be elevated to substantially higher quality through infusion of appropriately matched essence.
The practice required a test subject.
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The target I selected was a plant-type beast of unusual properties.
The Dream Lotus occupied a secluded lake in the Heaven Dou Empire's central territories, its cultivation approaching the hundred-thousand-year threshold through centuries of undisturbed development. The beast's abilities centered on illusion—reality distortion that could affect perception, memory, and emotional state across significant ranges.
A red ring from the Dream Lotus would provide illusion capabilities that perfectly complemented my existing stealth methodology. The ability to affect what observers perceived, rather than merely hiding from their perception, would elevate my concealment to levels that approached absolute.
But the Dream Lotus was only approaching the hundred-thousand-year threshold. Its current age—approximately ninety-seven thousand years—would provide a strong red ring but not one that matched the exceptional quality I required.
The enhancement methodology would address this limitation.
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I captured the Dream Lotus rather than killing it immediately.
The beast's plant nature made containment relatively simple once I had bypassed its illusion defenses—my enhanced mental fortification from the spine bone absorption rendered its primary abilities ineffective against my perception. The root system required careful extraction, but my physical capabilities permitted the necessary excavation without damaging the critical spiritual structures.
Transportation to my laboratory facilities required spatial storage techniques that strained even my enhanced capacity. The Dream Lotus was substantial—its main body measuring nearly twenty feet in diameter, with root structures extending considerably further.
But I managed the logistics. The prize was worth the effort.
The enhancement procedure began immediately upon securing the beast in appropriate containment.
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Master Wei's reaction to my proposed methodology was predictable.
"You want to… feed additional essence to a living soul beast? While it's contained? To artificially increase its cultivation age before harvesting?" His expression mixed scientific fascination with ethical concern. "The procedure is theoretically possible based on our research, but the practical implications—"
"Are precisely what I require. The Dream Lotus currently approaches ninety-seven thousand years. I need a ring exceeding three hundred thousand."
"Three hundred—" He paused, processing the number. "That would require essence infusion on a scale we've never attempted. The amplification ratios alone would demand…"
"Would demand what?"
"Essence sources totaling at least two hundred thousand years of accumulated cultivation. The compatible plant-type restriction further limits available options." His analytical mind was already working through the requirements. "Do you have access to resources of that magnitude?"
"I have access to what the procedure requires. Your role is to develop the methodology for safe application."
The development took six weeks.
The procedure required creating a formation array that could channel external essence into the Dream Lotus while maintaining spiritual stability throughout the transfer. The compatible plant-type essence I had gathered over years of hunting operations—cores, materials, preserved samples from dozens of successful expeditions—provided the raw resources.
The process itself was agonizingly gradual.
Too-rapid infusion would destabilize the Dream Lotus's spiritual structure, causing essence dispersal that would waste both the beast and the resources being transferred. The formation array had to maintain precise balance while slowly elevating the creature's cultivation age through artificial accumulation.
Two weeks into the procedure, the Dream Lotus reached one hundred thousand years.
Its physical form had begun changing—the petals developing an iridescence that suggested transcendent properties, the root structure strengthening in ways that exceeded normal plant development.
Three weeks in, it approached one hundred fifty thousand years.
The changes accelerated. The illusion capabilities the beast possessed were developing in ways that my observation had difficulty tracking—reality distortions that affected not just perception but something deeper.
Four weeks. Two hundred thousand years.
The Dream Lotus had become something genuinely extraordinary. Its spiritual pressure approached what I had felt from the transcendent beast whose bones I had absorbed. Its illusion capabilities now affected reality itself rather than merely perception of reality.
The final week pushed it past three hundred thousand years.
At three hundred fifty thousand years of accumulated cultivation age—artificially induced through essence infusion that represented decades of gathered resources—the Dream Lotus had become something that the cultivation world had no category to describe.
A plant beast that approached divine comprehension. An illusion creature whose reality-manipulation exceeded what mortal minds could fully process.
And its ring was now mine to claim.
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The hunt, if it could be called that, lasted approximately four seconds.
The Dream Lotus, despite its extraordinary cultivation, remained constrained by its plant nature. It could not flee. It could not physically attack. Its defenses relied entirely on illusion capabilities that my enhanced mental fortification could now completely negate.
My blade severed the connection between its consciousness and its physical form. The spiritual essence that had been artificially accumulated began the crystallization process that would produce my ninth ring.
The power that flowed into me exceeded anything I had previously experienced.
Three hundred fifty thousand years of cultivation age—approximately three and a half times what even the most exceptional natural rings could provide—condensed into spiritual form around my core.
The ring manifested in crimson so deep it approached gold, the red of legends that transcended normal soul ring classification. The illusion capabilities it provided integrated with my existing abilities in ways that restructured my entire spiritual architecture.
The absorption required seven days of continuous integration.
When it completed, I was no longer merely a Title Douluo.
I was something that the cultivation world's categories could not adequately describe.
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The Ninth Ring Assessment
The ring's primary ability was what I could only describe as reality illusion.
Where my previous concealment had hidden my presence from perception, this capability could make observers perceive things that did not exist—or fail to perceive things that did. The distinction was fundamental.
I could now create illusionary phenomena that affected not just vision but all senses simultaneously. False sounds. False scents. False spiritual signatures. False everything.
More significantly, I could impose these illusions on reality itself rather than merely on observers' perception of reality.
Within approximately one hundred feet, I could make the world actually contain things that did not exist, or actually lack things that did.
A wall that I created through reality illusion was not merely perceived as solid—it was, for the duration of the effect, genuinely solid. An absence I imposed was not merely undetected—it was, temporarily, genuinely absent.
The tactical implications approached the absolute.
Combined with my existing domains, my enhanced perception, my physical capabilities, my venom mastery, my spatial manipulation, my temporal adjustment—all of it merged into combat potential that I could not fully quantify.
I had become something that could contest divine beings.
Not defeat them, perhaps. Not without substantial additional development. But contest them—survive their attention, evade their attacks, potentially threaten their existence if circumstances aligned favorably.
The serpent had climbed from desperate transformed beast to something approaching legend.
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The ring configuration assessment required documentation.
My first ring—originally five hundred and four years, yellow grade—had been upgraded through laboratory processes during the essence enhancement research. The pressure techniques developed for the Dream Lotus procedure had applications for existing ring modification, and I had applied them to address the imbalance that a weak first ring created.
The yellow had been elevated to purple—approximately three thousand years of apparent age following enhancement. The Void Embrace skill it provided had correspondingly strengthened, the Darkness Domain now extending to nearly seventy feet with enhanced intensity.
Final Ring Configuration:
1st Ring: 3,000 years (Purple, upgraded from Yellow) - Darkness Domain (70 ft) 2nd Ring: 1,200 years (Purple) - Silence Domain (70 ft) 3rd Ring: 4,000 years (Purple, displayed as Purple) - Temperature Domain (50 ft) 4th Ring: 10,000 years (Black) - Chemical Domain (50 ft) 5th Ring: 19,000 years (Black) - Absolute Perception (200 ft with bone enhancements) 6th Ring: 35,000 years (Black) - Venom Mastery (electrical/atmospheric/spiritual) 7th Ring: 76,000 years (Black) - Speed Enhancement + Domain Crystallization 8th Ring: 99,847 years (Red) - Spatial Awareness + Shadow Manipulation 9th Ring: 350,000 years (Red) - Reality Illusion + Illusion Domain
Total Ring Age: 598,047 years
Three purple. Four black. Two red.
The configuration exceeded what any mortal Spirit Master had achieved in recorded history. The total ring age approached six hundred thousand years—power density that the cultivation world had no framework to assess.
And my concealment ensured that none of it was visible to external observation.
I appeared, to anyone who examined me, as whatever I chose to display. A Spirit Grandmaster with two yellow rings. A Spirit Ancestor with three modest purples. A Spirit King with appropriate progression.
Whatever the tactical situation required, I could project.
The serpent had achieved the pinnacle of mortal cultivation while remaining completely invisible to those who might perceive it as threat.
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The team's reaction to my completed advancement was appropriately subdued.
I had shared only that my ninth ring acquisition had succeeded, not the specific methodology or the unprecedented ring age I had achieved. Some secrets served purposes that full disclosure would compromise.
"Lord of Nine Rings," Wang Tao said, testing the traditional title that full Title Douluo status permitted. "That's what they call complete Title Douluo, right? The ones who've achieved the maximum mortal cultivation can reach?"
"The terminology is traditional. The achievement is real."
"What title will you claim?" Xiao Mei's question was practical—Title Douluo were known by titles that reflected their capabilities or character. Poison Douluo. Sword Douluo. Such designations were matters of cultivation-world record.
"None that I intend to reveal publicly. My advancement will remain concealed for strategic purposes."
"A hidden Title Douluo." Chen Wei's analytical mind was processing implications. "The intelligence advantages are obvious. But won't Spirit Hall's tracking systems eventually detect an unregistered peak cultivator?"
"Spirit Hall's systems track spiritual signatures that exceed certain thresholds. My concealment prevents such signatures from registering. To their detection arrays, I continue appearing as whatever cultivation level I choose to display."
"That's…" He paused, searching for appropriate words. "That's terrifying, actually. You could be anywhere, pretending to be anyone, and the continent's primary oversight system would never know."
"Precisely."
Huang Mei's response was quieter than the others, her expression carrying depths that years of our developing relationship had taught me to recognize.
"You've achieved everything you spent decades working toward," she said. "The power. The concealment. The capability to face whatever you've been preparing for." She met my eyes with intensity that exceeded casual observation. "So what now?"
The question touched something that I had been avoiding since the ninth ring's integration completed.
What now indeed?
I had spent my entire human existence preparing for threats that the timeline I remembered suggested were approaching. Spirit Hall's ambitions. The continental conflict. The involvement of divine beings. The catastrophic events that would reshape the world's power structures.
Those events were still coming. Perhaps five years remained before the major conflicts erupted. Perhaps less.
But I was, for the first time since transformation, genuinely confident that I could survive them.
More than survive. Influence. Shape. Potentially control, if circumstances aligned favorably.
The serpent had gathered power sufficient to hunt anything on the mortal plane.
The question was whether hunting remained the appropriate metaphor for what lay ahead.
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The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament's aftermath continued generating consequences that my intelligence networks tracked with comprehensive attention.
Spirit Hall's investigation into their vault breach had expanded to continental scope. Resources that might have been directed toward the organization's expansion were instead consumed by the mystery of how their most secure facilities had been penetrated without any trace of intrusion.
Bibi Dong's personal attention to the matter was consuming time and focus that her continental ambitions required. My note had provoked exactly the response I had anticipated—obsessive investigation driven by wounded pride and genuine security concern.
The chaos served my purposes admirably.
Shrek Academy's third-place finish had established the Seven Devils as figures of significance in cultivation-world awareness. Tang San's exceptional performance had drawn attention that would only intensify as his development continued.
The protagonist's journey was accelerating toward the confrontations that would eventually involve me regardless of my preference for non-interference.
The great clans were repositioning based on the tournament's revealed capabilities. The dragon clan and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan remained suspicious of each other following the manufactured tensions I had created—tensions that had not entirely dissipated despite the lack of actual conflict.
The continental order was shifting in ways that created opportunities for those positioned to exploit them.
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I contemplated the approaching timeline with the analytical attention that my enhanced cognition permitted.
Five years. Perhaps less. Before Spirit Hall's ambitions erupted into open conflict. Before the forces that had been gathering for decades finally clashed in wars that would reshape continental power structures.
Before I would need to decide whether to remain hidden or to emerge as a factor in events that I had spent decades preparing to influence.
The decision need not be immediate. Circumstances would clarify. Opportunities would present themselves. The patient accumulation that had characterized my existence would continue serving me as events developed.
But the option of intervention now existed in ways it had not before.
A hidden Title Douluo with capabilities approaching divine comprehension could shape outcomes that lesser powers could only react to. The forces currently maneuvering for advantage believed they understood the relevant players—Spirit Hall, the great clans, the academies, the empires.
None of them suspected that something else moved among them. Something that had watched their preparations for decades. Something that understood their strengths and weaknesses with the precision that systematic intelligence gathering permitted.
Something that was now strong enough to matter.
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The restaurant continued operating as the foundation for my various enterprises. The technology investments produced ongoing benefits. The intelligence networks maintained their comprehensive surveillance.
And the serpent, having achieved the pinnacle of mortal cultivation, began contemplating what prey was truly worth pursuing.
The hunt had evolved beyond simple survival. Beyond power accumulation. Beyond even the joy of successful predation against challenging targets.
The hunt was becoming something larger. Something that might eventually reshape the world that I had spent so long hiding within.
The Lord of Nine Rings—hidden from all perception, moving unseen through the cultivation world's highest circles—was ready for whatever the future might require.
The waiting had nearly ended.
The emergence was approaching.
And when it came, the serpent intended to ensure that the world understood just how thoroughly it had been watching from the shadows.
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Final Status Assessment: Complete Title Douluo
Cultivation: Rank 94 (Title Douluo, Peak Mortal) Displayed Rank: Variable (typically 28-50 based on tactical requirements) Actual Capability: Approaches lower divine tier in specific scenarios
The serpent endures. The serpent has grown. The serpent is ready.
The hunt begins.
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End of Chapter 18