Tony's private laboratory was blindingly bright; the moment Peter stepped in, he felt like an ant that had stumbled into an alien spaceship.
Instruments with unpronounceable names glowed faintly, suspended 3D projected data streams flowed silently, and the air carried a scent of high-grade metal mixed with cleaning agents.
"Alright, pajama boy, don't just stand there," Tony snapped his fingers, and the floor in the center of the laboratory silently slid open, a silver-gray cylindrical platform slowly rose, on which stood a mannequin, dressed in a red and blue… suit.
Countless little stars popped into Peter's eyes.
"Wow!" He agilely pounced forward, "Is this… this is it?"
Tony stood with his hands in his pockets, a smug look on his face: "What else? Let you continue wearing that raggedy old thing that shows your butt cheeks?"
He walked forward, his finger tapping the edge of the platform.
Whoosh! The entire suit instantly came alive, every inch of fiber shining with high-tech luster, and the Spider-Man logo on the chest was simple and small.
Unlike the metallic and technological feel of his Mark armor, this suit, if not activated, appeared unremarkable, apart from the much better material.
"Basic model nanofiber, lightweight and high-strength, kinetic energy absorption efficiency is… well, too lazy to calculate, but it's much stronger than your raggedy old thing."
Tony spoke quickly, with the particular showing-off of a tech geek, "Environmental temperature self-adaptive, limited life support system—don't expect to go to space, basic bulletproof level, enough for you to deal with those thugs with small pistols in Queens."
He paused, a smirk playing on his lips, "Of course, there's also your favorite swinging function, the web-shooters are upgraded, with more diverse modes, adjustable stickiness, and Friday will teach you."
"Fri… Friday?" Peter's voice wavered.
"Uh-huh, your new nanny and coach." As Tony's words fell, the old modified watch dial on Peter's wrist silently shattered and fell off—he didn't even notice—replaced by a sleek, understated metal wristband.
A gentle but clear female voice sounded directly in his ear:
"Mr. Parker, I am Friday, pleased to be of service. Suit status monitoring, tactical analysis, environmental scanning, emergency calls, and daily behavior logging will be assisted by me."
"Behavior… logging?" Peter caught the keyword.
Tony walked to a nearby workbench, picked up a cup of coffee, his expression matter-of-fact: "What else? Did you think I'd give you a top-tier suit so you could wear it to breakdance on Queens rooftops? Friday will record every one of your 'community services,' analyze your decisions, efficiency, risk control abilities—especially when you're wearing this suit."
He took a sip of coffee, "Every night, she'll give you an 'internship summary,' with grades and comments. And I," Tony pointed to himself, "can review it at any time. To see if you've been messing around, if you've been playing hero, if you've… embarrassed me."
Peter felt like he was being overwhelmed by a huge pie while also having a huge mountain added to his back. "Grades? Comments? Mr. Stark, this sounds like a combination of Aunt Mei and a teacher…"
"More exciting than that," Tony put down the coffee cup and tapped the workbench, "I've pre-set dozens of 'little surprises' for you in the suit—special function modules. However," he raised an eyebrow smugly, "besides the basic functions I just mentioned being unlocked, the rest? Not a chance."
"Huh?" Peter was dumbfounded.
"The unlock conditions depend on your 'internship report' comments, and also," Tony deliberately paused, enjoying Peter's instantly tense expression.
"My mood. Maybe one day I'm in a good mood, or you do something particularly not stupid, and I'll be merciful and let you try a new toy. As for what specific functions? You'll have to explore them yourself, a manual? Dream on. Surprises are more fun, aren't they?"
Typical Stark style. Peter looked at the activated suit, then at the cold wristband on his wrist, feeling like he hadn't signed an internship contract, but a bond of servitude plus a blind box agreement.
"Now, want to try it?" Tony gestured towards Peter with his chin.
Peter took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and nervousness, and reached out to press the suit on the platform.
The nanofiber instantly sensed him, rapidly covering his arm like water, spreading over his entire body. A few seconds later, a brand new, technologically advanced Spider-Man stood before Tony.
"It feels… amazing! Mr. Stark!" Peter's voice came through the mask, with a buzzing echo and uncontrollable excitement.
He instinctively did a backflip, landing in Spider-Man's classic pose.
"Target calibrating… Mr. Parker, I recommend relaxing your shoulders and engaging your core muscles more evenly." Friday's voice gently reminded Peter in his ear.
At the same time, a thunderous knocking on the laboratory door and Deadpool's highly recognizable raspy voice suddenly came from outside:
"Tony! Open up! I know you're giving little sweetie special treatment in there! It's not fair! I want new gear too! I want pink! With little wings! Tony!!! Don't play dead! Open the door!!!"
Tony rolled his eyes and said to Friday: "Laboratory Level 1 soundproofing."
"Understood, Boss." As soon as Friday finished speaking, the noise outside the door instantly vanished without a trace.
Tony then turned to Peter, sizing him up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "Alright, you look the part. Remember what I said, this suit is a tool, not a toy. Don't cause me trouble, don't die out there, and don't…"
He pointed to Peter's wrist, "Don't even think about secretly turning off Friday or blocking recordings. I've set the highest permissions, you can't bypass them. Alright, get out of here, let Happy take you home. Starting tomorrow, your 'internship report' officially takes effect." He waved his hand, like shooing flies.
Peter stumbled out of the laboratory, Deadpool's wailing cries muffled behind the heavy door.
He looked down at his brand new, shining red and blue suit, with Friday's gentle guiding voice in his ear, and the cold "headache-inducing" wristband on his wrist.
A new life had begun.
Exciting, cool, with an AI that could grade him at any moment and an arrogant, irritable "mentor."
Peter took a deep breath, feeling immense pressure, but more than that, an indescribable excitement of being recognized by his idol.
Just as he reached the lobby, the wristband vibrated slightly, and Friday's notification sounded:
"Mr. Parker, Boss has just unlocked your first additional feature: Suit self-cleaning mode. Note: 'So he doesn't come back with dirty clothes and pollute my laboratory.' Please keep up the good work."
Peter: "…" Well, at least he didn't have to worry about doing laundry now.
He carefully touched the cold metal Spider-Man logo on his chest and set off on his way home.
——————
First day of internship, grading system loading, Tony Stark's big gift package was indeed not that easy to get.
Peter officially began his career as a "Stark Industries Intern," but this title was largely superficial.
To put it bluntly, Arbitrator Tower was his second training ground and nanny center.
Friday's grading system was ever-present, and Tony's sharp-tongued comments would occasionally be precisely delivered via AI— "Parker, do you need to use three web modes to deal with a thug robbing an old lady's purse? Waste! Deduction!"
But Peter soon learned he wasn't the only one enjoying this "privilege."
Daredevil, Matt Murdock. This Guardian of Hell's Kitchen was the first "unofficial" intern on the Arbitrators' list.
He was capable and determined, but when Tony extended an official membership invitation, Matt declined before even finishing reading the braille document: "Thank you, Mr. Stark. But my battlefield is only in the streets and alleys of New York. Saving the Universe? That's not my responsibility."
Tony rolled his eyes then (though Matt couldn't see it): "Fine, stubborn vigilante. However," he tapped the table, "information sharing, equipment updates, and party tickets—you can't escape these benefits. Cases in Hell's Kitchen will be prioritized, and Friday will monitor you closely."
Thus, Matt became a street hero with the highest level of external support, and his iconic dark red suit was also upgraded with Stark Industries' silent fiber and impact-resistant lining, although he still preferred using his white cane.
Deadpool, Wade Wilson. This "linger-er" shamelessly put his name on the intern list as well.
Chen Tian had already mentioned: "Wade, you should go back."
Deadpool shook his head like a rattle, the white eyes on his mask rolling vividly: "Go back? No way! It's so lively here! Tony has money, Captain has looks, Spider-Man is cute, and there are unlimited Mexican burritos! I'm applying for political asylum!"
Chen Tian had no choice but to let him be, but he privately spoke to Tony: "Keep an eye on him, this guy is a chaotic variable himself. When he gets bored, or causes a big mess, I'll send him 'back' to prepare."
Tony's response to this was to throw Deadpool a basic Stark nanofiber suit (a gaudy pink-purple color with a pair of mini wings that had no aerodynamic purpose whatsoever), with enhanced behavior logging and emergency braking protocols built into Friday.
"Put it on, don't run around naked. And, stay at least ten meters away from my laboratory, my interns, and all valuable things in the tower! Friday, list him as a 'walking biochemical virus,' monitor him closely!"
Deadpool, however, happily accepted it, wearing that flashy pink suit and wandering around the building every day, calling it "intern daily patrol."
Thus, the atmosphere of Arbitrator Tower became even more peculiar:
Peter was screaming in the training room, getting thrashed by the AI, trying to earn high scores in his daily 'acts of justice' to unlock new suit functions.
Matt was in the quiet tactical intelligence room, wearing special headphones, "listening" to Friday's filtered crime hotspots in Hell's Kitchen, his fingers quickly sliding across the braille display.
Deadpool… might be in the kitchen trying to pan-fry steak with a laser knife, or in the gym using a shield as a frisbee to tease Falcon, or pestering Chen Tian asking "Are there group discounts for tickets back?"
Tony looked at Friday's compiled "Intern Activity Briefing," rubbing his temples and complaining to Steve next to him: "A blind vigilante who refuses to become official, a neurotic chatterbox from another dimension, plus a hot-headed Spider-Man… Captain, I don't think I'm training successors, I'm running a superhero daycare."
Steve looked at the monitor showing Peter successfully completing a difficult tactical evasion maneuver, Matt precisely locating a drug den, and Deadpool being fixed in place by Chen Tian's spatial confinement, flailing his limbs, and smiled: "At least they're all doing the right thing, Tony. And, it's quite lively, isn't it?"
Tony snorted, picked up his coffee, his gaze sweeping over the "A-" rating notification Peter had just received on the screen, and chuckled almost imperceptibly.
It was lively, and there was a lot of trouble, but… this life didn't seem too bad.
He casually unlocked a new module for Peter's permissions— "Web Bomb (Low Yield)," with a note that read: "Trial version, if you break anything, it'll be deducted from your internship salary."
In Brooklyn, Peter, who had just caught a bicycle thief with a web, felt his wrist vibrate and saw the new function notification, instantly revitalized: "Yes! Long live Mr. Stark!"
Mark, at this moment, was wearing a suit, explaining the benefits of legal aid to a poor family.
And Deadpool was still trying to gesture for "another Mexican burrito" while trapped in Chen Tian's spatial confinement.
The daily life of Arbitrator interns was just this simple, unpretentious, and "exceptionally lively."
——————
Time flew by, and the seemingly calm daily life was actually surging with undercurrents.
As the saying goes, if people don't look for trouble, trouble will find them.
From 2015-2016, according to the movie Universe timeline, Ant-Man, Doctor Strange, and Spider-Man (the Spider-Man movie came out in 2017, but Spider-Man had already appeared in "Civil War" in 2016).
All made their debut during this period, and during this time, one person had maintained a skeptical attitude since the previous battle in Washington District.
Thor.
When he was severely wounded by Zeus during his battle with him, and almost had his divine power taken by Hades, his father, the God-King of Asgard, had never appeared.
This matter had always been hidden in his heart, until he discovered that Odin's daily behavior in Asgard was completely unlike the Odin he knew before. Luxurious, pleasure-seeking, and even his attitude towards Loki was completely different.
It wasn't until he went on a mission to Muspelheim that the Fire Giant Surtur revealed the doubts in his heart with a single sentence.
After he dealt with Surtur, he returned to Asgard, and when he captured Loki, who was impersonating Odin, Loki informed him that Odin was currently in Midgard.
Thus, Thor, with Loki in tow, began a journey to find his 'father.'
So where was Odin?
Norway, the cold sea breeze, laden with the smell of salt, fiercely battered the coastal cliffs.
Deep within the dense forest by the cliff, a Nordic-style wooden house stood.
The only source of warmth in the house came from the fireplace; the flickering orange-red flames diligently dispelled the unique cold and dampness of the Nordic region, casting huge, swaying shadows on the rough log walls.
Odin, once the God-King who awed the Nine Realms, was now huddled in a creaking old rocking chair.
A thick wool blanket wrapped his hunched body, revealing only a face etched with deep wrinkles and fatigue.
He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with faint breaths, like an old bellows about to fall apart.
In front of the fireplace, a burly figure, like a mountain, silently busied himself.
Kratos's gray-white beard was trimmed short, and he wore simple, dark linen clothes, his exposed rippling muscles covered with old war Marks.
He was methodically adding split firewood to the fire, his movements steady and powerful. The flames crackled, consuming the dry wood, his only response.
The creaking of the rocking chair stopped, and Odin laboriously opened one cloudy eye, looking at the silent figure.
"Kratos, this place you've chosen is not bad," the old man's voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper rubbing wood, "Quiet enough, cold enough... and hard enough to find. Very suitable for... waiting to die."
Kratos's movements as he added wood did not pause in the slightest, nor did he even lift his eyelids.
Silence was his most common language.
Odin seemed not to expect a response, continuing on his own, with the characteristic garrulousness of an old man: "My foolish son... Thor. And Loki... that little lying bastard. They're probably searching the entire Universe for me, aren't they? A bunch of blind men... right under their noses..."
He let out a series of meaningless, weak gasps, like a choking cough, or perhaps a self-mocking laugh.
"Asgard... a glittering cage. I've sat in it for thousands of years, that's enough." He laboriously adjusted his posture, the blanket slipping a little, revealing a section of his arm as thin as kindling. "The final days... it's better to... be grounded. Watch the waves, listen to the wind... much better than those false flatteries."
Kratos picked up a particularly thick piece of firewood, his calloused large hand applying a slight force.
"Crack!" The firewood snapped into two clean halves.
He threw the cleanly broken firewood into the fireplace, and the flames suddenly leaped up, illuminating his stony, cold profile.
Odin's cloudy gaze fell on Kratos's taut muscles and that iconic scar. "What are you made of, your body... it feels like it can't be broken, unlike me... I feel like I'll fall apart with just a breeze..."
He coughed a few more times, panting for a moment. "Ragnarok... heh... I, this old man... probably won't live to see that day. And that's fine... saves me from seeing those troublesome things..."
Upon hearing "Ragnarok," Kratos's motion of adding wood finally paused for an extremely brief moment.
But it was only a moment. He silently picked up the next piece of wood.
The firelight flickered in his eyes, showing no ripples.
"The outside World... seems to be getting lively?" Odin seemed to suddenly remember something, his cloudy eyes looking towards the closed wooden window, as if he could see far beyond the wood. "The humans of Midgard... have come up with something new? What's it called... 'Arbitrators'? Very interesting. Oh, I forgot, you have a companion who is also one of the Arbitrators, named Chen Tian?"
He swallowed with difficulty, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "My foolish son... Thor... seems to like hanging out with them? That's good... better than rusting away in the Golden Palace all day... that hammer... it's almost grown mushrooms..."
"Odin," Kratos suddenly spoke, "You talk too much."
"Heh heh, I'm almost dead. If I hadn't met you in this forest, I wouldn't have known there was such a suitable place for reclusion here." Odin gently closed his eye, his body swaying with the rocking chair.
Kratos said nothing more. Instead, he stood up, walked to the opposite side of Odin, sat down, and poured himself a glass of Water.
"Kratos, could you do me a favor?" Odin felt Kratos sit opposite him and opened his single eye again.
Kratos said nothing, merely silently drank the Water in his cup.
Odin continued, knowing Kratos was listening: "I am about to die. Once I die, my daughter will break her seal and return to the World. Her nature is cruel, and she once sought to rule the entire Universe with Death. I fear Thor and Loki are no match for her."
At this point, Odin's rocking chair stopped swaying. He sat upright. "I hope you can help me look after Thor."
After Kratos put down the cup, he stood up, picked up the Leviathan Axe, and walked towards the door.
Before stepping out the door, Kratos stopped.
"Odin, you worry too much. The Arbitrators with Thor are not as weak as you think, especially Chen Tian."
He paused, then added, "Perhaps, he already knows all of this."
Upon hearing this, Odin chuckled, "Is that so? It seems I've been out of touch with Midgard's situation for too long. So, does this mean that after Ancient One and I pass away, Midgard will have new Guardians?"
Kratos said nothing, but closed the door, shutting out the cold wind.
Odin leaned back into the rocking chair, "Was I too stubborn?"
The crackling of the burning firewood in the fireplace covered Odin's murmurs, with only his faint breathing responding.
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In the quiet room of Kamar-Taj, the air was still. Sunlight slanted through the carved wooden window, falling obliquely onto the cold bed.
Ancient One lay there, emaciated beneath her large monk's robe, her skin clinging tightly to her bones, like a skeleton covered with thin skin.
Each breath was so faint that the rise and fall of her chest were barely perceptible, accompanied by a difficult hiss.
Chen Tian stood by the bed, his face expressionless, but his eyes were deep.
Ancient One's eyes, however, were bright, with a clear, knowing smile as she looked at Chen Tian: "I'm leaving, Chen Tian." Her voice was as light as paper rustling in the wind, "In these two days."
Chen Tian didn't speak, just nodded slightly, indicating he had heard.
"It's fine," Ancient One continued, her tone surprisingly light, "Everything that needed to be explained has been explained. The new Sorcerer Supreme, Strange, has already arrived."
A faint arc touched her lips: "His talent... it's alright, just a bit impatient, but it doesn't matter, Wanda and Wong will teach him how to be a person. Let him cultivate step by step, he won't miss any of the beatings he's due, and once he endures, the position will be his."
"As for Dormammu..." A hint of mockery flashed in Ancient One's cloudy eyes, "That fellow was scared out of his wits by you; now he's hiding in the Dark Dimension, playing dead. As long as Strange doesn't court Death by actively provoking him, he'll be fine for now."
She paused, then said with a hint of amusement: "However, without Dormammu as the ultimate examiner, I'm genuinely curious if this kid can still unleash his potential and become the Sorcerer Supreme we need?"
She exhaled softly, with a sense of release: "Never mind, I can't control it anymore. The future of Blue Star is his test. How he answers it, let him be."
Above the head of the bed hung a simple calligraphic scroll, with the characters "Heaven Rewards Diligence" written in a flowing style—Ancient One had casually written and hung it when Strange first arrived.
Chen Tian's gaze lingered on those four characters for a moment, then returned to Ancient One's face.
"Don't worry, he will become the Sorcerer Supreme. Even if he is the weakest Sorcerer Supreme in history, I can still protect the peace of this World."
After Ancient One chuckled softly, her eyes slowly closed, that hint of a smile seeming to freeze on her withered face, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible breath.
Only silence remained in the quiet room.
Chen Tian took one last look at that calm, almost solemn face, then turned and left the room.
Outside, the snow-capped mountains of Kamar-Taj, though bathed in sunlight, were still swept by a cold wind.
There was also a group of Kamar-Taj apprentices, as well as Wanda, Wong, and Strange.
They all looked at Chen Tian with concern.
Wanda stepped forward and hugged Chen Tian, asking softly, "Sorcerer Ancient One's condition...."
Chen Tian rubbed Wanda's head, "Hmm, she's dying."
As soon as these words came out, everyone began to whisper.
Chen Tian frowned, snapped his fingers, and a "Hmph" of repulsion pressed down from mid-air, forcing everyone's quiet whispers to lower their bodies due to this sudden force.
"Shut up, Kamar-Taj won't be in chaos, the Dimensions won't be in chaos. All you need to do is cultivate well. Don't worry about anything else."
No one dared to speak; they all knew Chen Tian's dominance.
After Chen Tian saw that everyone dared not make noise, he dispersed the repulsive force, "Now, everyone leave here and go cultivate. The new Sorcerer Supreme will soon take office."
No one dared to utter a peep. As soon as the pressure was lifted, the apprentices scattered like birds, and the corridor instantly emptied, leaving only Wong, Wanda, and Strange, who looked like he was thinking "Who am I, where am I?" and also wanted to slip away.
"Strange, stay," Chen Tian said.
Strange's feet were nailed to the spot, his heart sinking with an ominous premonition.
He stiffly turned around: "Uh, Mr. Chen? Is there something else?"
He glanced at the silent Wong and Wanda beside him, trying to find some clues on their faces, but one's expression was as solemn as a stone carving, and the other's eyes were complex but also held a hint of resignation.
Chen Tian didn't waste words, getting straight to the point: "Listen, from now on, Wong and Wanda are in charge of guiding you. Your task is to learn everything you need to learn at Kamar-Taj as quickly as possible and take over as Sorcerer Supreme."
A bolt from the blue!
Strange's eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and his voice cracked: "What?! Sorcerer Supreme?! Mr. Chen, have you made some mistake?"
He frantically held up his hands, which were still trembling slightly, "I came here to heal my hands! Heal them! Then go back to New York, back to my operating table! Be a Doctor! A genius surgeon! Understand? Not some... Sorcerer Supreme!"
He felt the World spinning.
Sorcerer Supreme? Protecting Dimensions?
What did that have to do with him, Stephen Strange?
His grand blueprint in his mind was to firmly grasp the scalpel again, to create medical miracles under the shadowless lamp, not to hold a large magic book and fight for his life with a bunch of energy balls and Dimension Demon Gods!
This job was too risky, and health insurance definitely wouldn't cover it!
"I just want to fix my hands!" Strange's voice was full of grief and indignation, "Kamar-Taj's magic books are amazing, yes, but that's a means! The goal is to return to the Sanctum Hospital and continue being Dr. Stephen Strange! Not to stay here and be some... magic security Captain!"
He pointed at the closed door of the quiet room, "Sorcerer Ancient One... she just... you can't just dump this burden on me like this! This isn't scientific! And it's inhumane!"
Wong stood beside him, arms crossed, not even moving an eyebrow, with an expression that said, "Kid, I saw through you long ago." Wanda pursed her lips and looked away.
Chen Tian's face remained calm, waiting for Strange to vent.
He looked at Strange's fingers, which trembled even more noticeably due to his agitation, his gaze sharp.
"Your hands have been fine for a while."
Chen Tian uttered a few words faintly.
Strange choked as if his neck had been seized, instinctively retorting: "Healed? Not even close! Look, they're still..." His voice abruptly trailed off.
He suddenly realized something, abruptly lowered his head, and stared intently at his hands, which had once been shattered and trembled from the car accident.
That damned tremor, which had forced him to abandon all glory and future... at some unknown point, like a receding tide, it had subsided.
Although the finger joints still bore the stiff Marks of the car accident, and his strength was far from its peak, that uncontrollable tremor that had ruined his career was gone.
He tried to move his fingers, slowly, a little stiffly, but as steady as when he held a scalpel at his peak.
When did this happen? Was it during the countless times he was whipped and forced to dodge by Wong's magic vines? Or when his full potential burst forth under the energy impact of Wanda's Chaos magic?
Or... was it simply by immersing himself in that vast magical knowledge, his body unknowingly being permeated and repaired by magic?
Strange stood frozen, his right hand unconsciously opening and closing repeatedly, feeling the long-lost signs of precise control belonging to a top surgeon.
A tremendous sense of absurdity and a faint... indescribable complex emotion surged in his chest.
Chen Tian's voice broke his stupor, saying calmly:
"magic healed your hands, Dr. Stephen Strange. Now, it's your turn to do something for magic. Deal?"
Strange opened his mouth, looked at his now steady hands, then looked up at Chen Tian's unyielding face, then at Wong, who had a "just accept it, kid" expression, and Wanda, whose eyes held a hint of sympathetic understanding...
The script in his mind about "the genius surgeon returning to his peak" shattered into pieces.
His mouth twitched, and he finally squeezed out a dry:
"This... this isn't a fair deal at all!" His voice still carried a hint of grievance, as if fate had forced a purchase upon him.
Wong rolled his eyes beside him, muttering, "Welcome to Kamar-Taj, Dr. Stephen Strange. We don't bargain here."
Wanda gently patted Strange's arm, saying nothing, but the meaning was clear: get used to it.
Chen Tian ignored his complaints, leaving only a final remark: "Tomorrow, five o'clock, meditation courtyard. Don't be late." With that, he turned and left.
In the corridor, only the freshly minted Sorcerer Supreme apprentice, whose face screamed, "I haven't agreed yet!" remained, along with two soon-to-be-stressed "coaches."
Wanda sighed, while Wong looked at Strange's expression, as if he'd just had a priceless health insurance policy stolen, and tutted.
Strange stood rooted to the spot, staring down at his "healed" hands, his emotions too complex to describe.
magic had given him hope in despair; now, was it going to take his planned future as payment?
He felt as if he had just completed a successful surgery, only for the patient (magic) to stab the scalpel back into his chest.
The path of the future Sorcerer Supreme, it seemed, was unavoidable.
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