Chapter 11: The Professor's Stand

The chaos in Hangzhou continued to escalate, a symphony of destruction playing out across the city's neon-lit streets. While Missy pursued her objectives at the penthouse, a separate, more intimate confrontation unfolded in a nearby abandoned warehouse. The air inside was thick with the scent of dust and decay, the silence broken only by the occasional creak of rusted metal and the distant wail of sirens. Shafts of moonlight, like ghostly fingers, pierced through the broken windows, casting long, distorted shadows that danced with the dust motes.

In the center of this dilapidated space stood Dr. Vellian Crowler. His once-immaculate white uniform, a symbol of his pride and authority, was now slightly rumpled, bearing the marks of his frantic journey. His golden hair, usually styled to perfection, was a bit disheveled, strands falling across his usually stern face. But despite the disarray, his eyes burned with a familiar fire – the duelist's passion that had never truly been extinguished. They held a flicker of defiance, a spark of the old Crowler that refused to be quenched.

He surveyed his opponents, three Obelisk Force soldiers. They stood silent and menacing, their masked faces betraying no emotion. Their dark uniforms and emotionless masks created an aura of uniformity and cold efficiency. Their Ancient Gear Duel Disks, strapped to their arms, hummed with contained power, a subtle threat in the tense atmosphere.

"Duel Academy…" Crowler muttered, his voice laced with a bitter edge, a hint of betrayal. He remembered the grand halls, the bright-eyed students eager to learn, the respect he commanded. "What has become of you? This… this isn't the academy I dedicated my life to. To see my students turned into… this…" He gestured dismissively at the Obelisk Force soldiers.

The lead soldier stepped forward, his voice cold and mechanical, distorted by his helmet's vocoder. It was a voice stripped of all humanity, a chilling testament to the Academy's corruption. "Enough reminiscing, old man. Your time is over. You will be eliminated."

Crowler scoffed, a dry, humorless sound. "Eliminated? I taught the best of the best! I shaped the dueling world! You think a few pawns like you can defeat me?" He straightened his posture, attempting to regain his composure, his pride battling with the despair he felt.

His Duel Disk activated with a flourish, a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Let's duel!"

Duelists:

Dr. Vellian Crowler: 8000 LP

Obelisk Force (3 Soldiers): 8000 LP (shared)

The fate of Duel Academy, perhaps even a piece of Crowler's own soul, hung in the balance.

Turn 1 – Crowler

Crowler drew his cards, his fingers trembling slightly as he shuffled the deck. But as he drew, a spark of the old confidence returned. This was his domain. This was where he excelled.

"I'll go first!" he declared, his voice regaining its characteristic theatrical flair, his hand gesturing dramatically. "A professor always sets the stage! I summon Ancient Gear Soldier in Defense Position!"

A mechanical soldier materialized on the field with a clatter of gears and pistons. It stood rigidly, its metallic surface reflecting the moonlight.

(Ancient Gear Soldier – ATK 1300 / DEF 1300)

Crowler surveyed his creation with a critical eye, a hint of satisfaction in his gaze. It was a solid start, a familiar foundation.

"Next," he continued, placing two cards face-down with a dramatic flourish, "I set two cards face-down!" (Statue of the Wicked x2) He tapped the cards with his finger, a sly smile playing on his lips. "And end my turn with a mechanical flourish!"

He struck a pose, one hand on his hip, the other gesturing grandly towards his monster. It was a bit over the top, a bit theatrical, but it was Crowler. Beneath the bravado, however, a flicker of uncertainty lingered in his eyes. He knew these weren't ordinary students, brainwashed and ruthless.

The Obelisk Force soldiers remained impassive, their red eyes glowing ominously from behind their masks. They didn't react to Crowler's theatrics, their stillness a stark contrast to his flamboyant style. It was unsettling.

Turn 2 – Obelisk Force #1

The first Obelisk Force soldier drew his card, the action precise and efficient. There was no hesitation, no flair, only cold, calculated purpose.

"I summon Ancient Gear Hunting Hound!" he announced, his voice still distorted by the vocoder, stripping it of any emotion.

A mechanical hound materialized on the field with a metallic growl, its metallic claws scraping against the uneven warehouse floor. Its red eyes scanned Crowler, locking onto him with predatory focus.

(Ancient Gear Hunting Hound – ATK 1000 / DEF 1000)

"And I activate its effect!" the soldier continued, his tone devoid of any inflection. "Inflict 600 damage to you!"

The hound lunged forward with surprising speed, unleashing a blast of energy from its metallic maw. The attack struck Crowler, sending a jolt of pain through him.

(Dr. Crowler: 8000 7400 LP)

Crowler winced slightly, the damage stinging more than he expected. He gritted his teeth, suppressing a groan. "Hmph. Cheap tactics. Relying on brute force… just like Academia these days." He massaged his arm, trying to shake off the pain.

The soldier remained unmoved by Crowler's comment. He set one card face-down with the same cold efficiency. (Fusion Fortress)

"I end my turn."

The warehouse felt colder now, the shadows deeper and more menacing. The silence between the duelists was heavy, broken only by the hum of their Duel Disks and the distant sounds of the city's destruction. Crowler could sense the Obelisk Force's relentless aggression, their unwavering focus. They were like machines, programmed to destroy.

Turn 3 – Crowler

Crowler drew his card, his hand trembling slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to center himself. He had to focus. He had to remember who he was.

"I activate the Spell Card, Heavy Storm!" he announced, his voice regaining its strength. A surge of energy erupted from his Duel Disk, and a powerful gust of wind swept through the warehouse. The wind howled through the broken windows, swirling around the duelists, whipping up dust and debris.

The wind tore through the virtual field, buffeting the monsters and destroying the Obelisk Force soldier's set card with a satisfying pop. Crowler watched the card shatter with a grim satisfaction. It was a small victory, but it was a start.

"And now," Crowler continued, his voice rising with theatrical flair, "I sacrifice! I tribute my two Statue of the Wicked!" He gestured dramatically towards his set cards, a flourish of his hand.

The two stone statues on his field crumbled into dust with a soft, eerie sound. The Obelisk Force soldiers watched impassively, their red eyes glowing from behind their masks.

"To summon… the ultimate Ancient Gear!" Crowler declared, his voice booming through the warehouse. "Come forth, Ancient Gear Golem!"

With a deafening roar and a ground-shaking impact, Ancient Gear Golem stomped onto the field. The colossal mechanical giant towered over the other monsters, its gears grinding and pistons hissing with immense power. Its metallic body gleamed in the moonlight, a symbol of Crowler's own resilience.

(Ancient Gear Golem – ATK 3000 / DEF 3000)

The Obelisk Force soldiers stood their ground, but Crowler, with his years of experience, could sense a flicker of surprise, a hesitation behind their masks. For a moment, he had broken through their cold exterior.

Turn 4 – Obelisk Force #2

The second Obelisk Force soldier drew his card, the movement precise and efficient. He glanced at his comrades, a silent communication passing between them, a shared purpose driving their actions. There was no individuality here, only the cold, calculated efficiency of Academia's forces.

"I activate Polymerization!" he declared, his voice still devoid of emotion, a mere conduit for the programmed strategy. "To fuse my three Ancient Gear Hunting Hounds!"

The three mechanical hounds on their field whirred and sparked, their metallic bodies merging and contorting, the fusion process as unsettling as it was efficient. Gears ground against gears, metal twisted into metal, and the hounds' individual growls became a unified, monstrous roar.

"Come forth," the soldier commanded, extending his arm towards the fusion, "Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hound!"

With a deafening roar that echoed through the warehouse, the fused monster appeared on the field. It was a grotesque amalgamation of metal and gears, a mechanical chimera with multiple heads and limbs twitching with unsettling energy. Its many red eyes glowed menacingly, each one fixated on Ancient Gear Golem, as if calculating the optimal point of attack.

(Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hound – ATK 1800 / DEF 1000)

The mechanical beast roared again, its voice a cacophony of grinding gears and metallic shrieks, a disturbing symphony of destruction. The air crackled with tension, the power of the two Ancient Gear monsters clashing in the confined space, the old guard facing the new brutality.

But the soldier wasn't finished. He set another card face-down, his hand moving with the same robotic precision. (Fusion Trench)

"I end my turn," he stated flatly.

Crowler watched the fused monster with a mixture of disgust and grim determination. "So, this is Academia's new strategy," he muttered to himself, his voice low. "Sacrificing finesse for brute force… It's an insult to the art of Dueling." He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. The memory of his students, once filled with passion and creativity, now twisted into these emotionless soldiers, fueled his anger.

Turn 5 – Obelisk Force #3

The third and final Obelisk Force soldier drew his card. He mirrored his comrade's actions, the same cold efficiency, the same lack of hesitation.

"I set one card face-down," he announced, placing the card with a soft thud on his Duel Disk. (Necro Fusion)

Then, with the same monotonous tone, he declared, "I activate Polymerization! To fuse my three Ancient Gear Hunting Hounds!"

The same unsettling fusion process occurred on his field, the hounds merging into another Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hound, a mirror image of the first. It was a tactic of overwhelming force, a relentless assault.

(Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hound – ATK 1800 / DEF 1000)

This second beast joined its counterpart, the two monsters forming a united front against Ancient Gear Golem. The warehouse seemed to shrink under their combined presence, the air heavy with the threat of destruction.

However, unlike his comrade, this soldier did not set Fusion Trench.

"I end my turn," he concluded.

Crowler's eyes darted between the two Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hounds, a calculating look on his face. He recognized the strategy – a relentless assault, designed to overwhelm his Ancient Gear Golem with sheer numbers. But he also noticed the subtle difference in their plays. One had set Fusion Trench, the other hadn't.

"They're trying to corner me," he realized, his voice a low growl. "They think they can crush me with their brute force. But they underestimate the power of a seasoned duelist… and the power of innovation!"

He gripped his deck tightly, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. He had a plan, a risky maneuver that could turn the tide of the duel. But it required precise timing and a bit of luck.

Turn 6 – Crowler

The tension in the warehouse was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. The air hummed with the energy of the duel, the fate of Duel Academy hanging in the balance. Crowler stood firm, his eyes narrowed, calculating his next move. The two Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hounds loomed before him, their metallic forms a testament to the Obelisk Force's relentless aggression.

Crowler drew his card, a surge of determination coursing through him. He had a plan, a risky gamble, but he was willing to take it. He was fighting for more than just himself; he was fighting for the ideals of Duel Academy, for the passion and creativity that these brainwashed soldiers had so coldly abandoned.

"I activate the Spell Card, Monster Reborn!" Crowler declared, his voice ringing through the warehouse. A swirling vortex of energy erupted from his Duel Disk.

"I summon from my Graveyard… Ancient Gear Soldier!"

The mechanical soldier reappeared on the field, its gears whirring back to life. But Crowler wasn't finished.

"And now, I tribute Ancient Gear Soldier!" he continued, his voice rising with dramatic flair. He gestured towards his monster with a flourish.

"To summon… Ancient Gear Beast!"

A mechanical beast, larger and more powerful than the soldier, materialized on the field, its metallic claws gleaming under the moonlight.

(Ancient Gear Beast – ATK 2000 / DEF 2000)

A smirk played on Crowler's lips, a flicker of his old arrogance returning. He remembered a duel long ago, Chazz Princeton dueling Jaden Yuki, a similar strategy employed. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, a brief moment of warmth in the cold reality of the present.

"And now," Crowler announced, setting a card face-down with a confident snap, "I set one card!" (Chthonian Polymer)

He pointed towards Ancient Gear Golem, his voice filled with anticipation. "Ancient Gear Golem, attack Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hound!"

The colossal giant lumbered forward, its massive form shaking the warehouse floor. Its fist, a mass of pistons and gears, was poised to crush the mechanical beast.

But just as Ancient Gear Golem's attack was about to connect, the second Obelisk Force soldier reacted.

"I chain with the Trap Card, Fusion Trench!" he declared, his voice cold and emotionless.

The virtual field warped and shifted, creating a trench of energy between Ancient Gear Golem and its target.

"Now, only Fusion Monsters can attack!" the soldier explained, his tone devoid of any excitement or triumph.

Ancient Gear Golem's attack was halted, its fist slamming harmlessly into the energy barrier. Crowler's eyes widened slightly in surprise, his momentum broken.

The Obelisk Force soldiers had anticipated his move. They were playing with a calculated precision that was both impressive and terrifying.

End Step

But the turn wasn't over yet. The third Obelisk Force soldier activated his own card.

"At the end of the Battle Phase, I activate the Trap Card, Necro Fusion!" he announced, his voice echoing through the warehouse.

"I banish two Ancient Gear Hunting Hounds from my Graveyard…"

The holograms of the destroyed hounds flickered and vanished.

"To Special Summon… Double Ancient Gear Hunting Hound!"

Another mechanical beast, identical to the first, appeared on the field, its red eyes glowing menacingly.

(Double Ancient Gear Hunting Hound – ATK 1800 / DEF 1000)

The Obelisk Force's strategy was becoming clear: a relentless, coordinated assault, designed to exploit their superior numbers and disrupt Crowler's plays. They were like a well-oiled machine, each part functioning in perfect synchronization.

Crowler found himself facing a wall of Ancient Gear monsters, their metallic forms a testament to Academia's twisted power. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, the fate of Duel Academy resting on his shoulders. But the fire in his eyes still burned, fueled by his determination to reclaim the academy he once knew.

Turn 7 – Obelisk Force #1

The air in the abandoned warehouse crackled with energy, the combined presence of the mechanical beasts creating a palpable tension. Crowler stood his ground, his gaze unwavering as he faced the relentless onslaught of the Obelisk Force. The Obelisk Force soldiers, in their emotionless efficiency, were a terrifying reflection of the Duel Academy he no longer recognized.

The first Obelisk Force soldier drew his card, his movements as precise and devoid of emotion as before. Their strategy was clear: overwhelm Crowler with sheer power and relentless attacks.

"I activate Polymerization!" the soldier declared, his voice a monotone echo in the vast space. He gestured towards the Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hound already on their field.

"I fuse my Triple Ancient Gear Hunting Hound with another Ancient Gear Hunting Hound from my hand!"

The monstrous fusion monster on their field began to whir and glow, its multiple heads contorting as another mechanical hound materialized beside it, its form merging seamlessly into the larger beast. The fusion process was swift and brutal, a testament to their single-minded focus on power.

"Come forth!" the soldier commanded, his arm extended towards the newly formed monster. "Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound!"

A colossal mechanical beast materialized, its form even more grotesque and menacing than its predecessors. Its metallic body was a chaotic amalgamation of gears, blades, and multiple snarling heads, its red eyes burning with a terrifying intensity.

(Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound – ATK 2800 / DEF 2000)

(Card info pop-up appeared above the monster)

The sheer power radiating from the Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound was immense. Its presence seemed to dominate the warehouse, casting long, ominous shadows.

"When Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound is Fusion Summoned," the soldier continued, his voice still flat, "your opponent's Life Points are halved!"

A wave of dark energy washed over Crowler.

(Dr. Crowler: 7400 3700 LP)

Crowler staggered slightly, gritting his teeth against the sudden drop in his Life Points. He gripped his Duel Disk tightly, his knuckles white. This was a dangerous opponent, far more powerful than the individual hounds.

"Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound can attack up to three times during each Battle Phase," the soldier stated, the words a chilling pronouncement of the impending assault. "And if this card attacks, your opponent cannot activate Spell/Trap Cards until the end of the Damage Step."

Crowler's eyes widened. This monster was a direct counter to his defensive strategies. He wouldn't be able to rely on his set cards to protect himself.

The Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound let out a deafening mechanical roar, its multiple heads snapping and snarling, eager to unleash its devastating attacks. The Obelisk Force soldiers stood silently, their red eyes fixed on Crowler, their victory seemingly assured.

The professor found himself backed against the crumbling wall of the warehouse, facing a monstrous opponent that could tear through his defenses with ease. The weight of Duel Academy's fate, and his own survival, pressed down on him with crushing force.

But Crowler, despite the precariousness of his situation, refused to yield. A defiant smirk twisted his lips.

"Your hounds may be powerful," he declared, his voice ringing with a renewed confidence that surprised even himself, "but they are still just hounds. They cannot overcome the might of Ancient Gear Golem!"

His eyes blazed with the fire of a true duelist, a master of his craft. He would not be intimidated. He would not be broken. He would fight for the Academy, for his students, for the very soul of dueling.

Turn 7 – Obelisk Force #1 (Battle Phase)

"Battle," the first Obelisk Force soldier declared, his voice a monotone command. "Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound, attack Ancient Gear Beast!"

The colossal mechanical monstrosity roared, its multiple heads unleashing a torrent of metallic screeches and grinding gears. It lunged forward with surprising speed despite its size, its bladed limbs and snapping jaws aimed directly at Ancient Gear Beast.

Crowler gritted his teeth, his eyes following the attack. He had hoped his defiant stance would buy him some time, but the Obelisk Force was relentless. He knew Ancient Gear Beast, with its 2000 ATK, stood little chance against the Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound's 2800 ATK.

The two mechanical beasts collided with a resounding crash of metal against metal. Sparks flew, and the warehouse floor vibrated. Ancient Gear Beast fought valiantly, its metallic claws tearing at the larger monster, but the sheer power of the Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound was too much.

With a final, grinding shriek, Ancient Gear Beast was torn apart, its mechanical components scattering across the virtual battlefield.

"Since your monster was destroyed by battle," the Obelisk Force soldier stated flatly, "you take damage equal to the difference in attack points."

(Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound ATK 2800 - Ancient Gear Beast ATK 2000 = 800)

(Dr. Crowler: 3700 2900 LP)

Crowler staggered back, a grimace of pain etched on his face. The force of the attack, even indirectly, had taken its toll. He watched the remnants of Ancient Gear Beast flicker and disappear, a wave of frustration washing over him. His attempt to establish a strong defense had been shattered.

The Ultimate Ancient Gear Hunting Hound stood triumphant, its multiple heads letting out a victorious mechanical roar. The Obelisk Force soldiers remained silent, their victory seemingly inevitable.

The weight of the situation grew heavier on Crowler's shoulders. His Life Points were dwindling, and his strongest monster had been destroyed. The relentless assault of the Obelisk Force was pushing him to the brink.

But even with his back against the wall, the fire in Crowler's eyes had not been extinguished. He drew his next card, his gaze determined. He would not surrender. He would find a way to turn this duel around, even against such overwhelming odds. The pride of a professor, the spirit of a duelist, would not allow him to fall so easily.

Turn 8 – Crowler

"I draw!" Crowler declared, his voice ringing with renewed confidence. The card he drew was exactly what he needed. A wry smile touched his lips. "Ah, perfect timing!"

He held up the card for the Obelisk Force soldiers to see.

"I activate the Equip Spell Card: Ancient Gear Golem's True Form!"

(Ancient Gear Golem's True Form - Equip Spell)

"This card can only be equipped to 'Ancient Gear Golem' or a monster that specifically lists 'Ancient Gear Golem' in its text," Crowler explained, his gaze fixed on his colossal machine. "And lucky for me… I still have one!"

He targeted his Ancient Gear Golem on the field. A surge of energy enveloped the giant, and metallic enhancements began to form around its body, its gears whirring with increased power.

"While equipped with this card," Crowler continued, his voice filled with a triumphant edge, "Ancient Gear Golem gains 1000 ATK and cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects!"

(Ancient Gear Golem: ATK 3000 4000)

"Furthermore," Crowler added, a smirk playing on his lips, "your opponent cannot activate Spell/Trap Cards or monster effects in response to the attacks of the equipped monster! And if it attacks a Defense Position monster, it inflicts piercing battle damage!"

The Obelisk Force soldiers remained silent, their red eyes fixed on the empowered Golem, a flicker of something akin to surprise perhaps hidden behind their masks.

"But I'm not finished yet!" Crowler declared, his voice booming through the warehouse. "I activate the Spell Card: Ancient Gear Fusion!"

(Ancient Gear Fusion - Spell Card)

"Because I am using 'Ancient Gear Golem' as a Fusion Material," Crowler explained, his hand gesturing dramatically, "I can also use 'Ancient Gear' monsters from my Deck as Fusion Materials!"

He held out his hand, as if drawing power from his very deck.

"Now then! I fuse my Ancient Gear Golem on the field with two more Ancient Gear Golems from my Deck!"

The Ancient Gear Golem on the field began to glow intensely, its form breaking down into swirling components of metal and energy. At the same time, two more spectral images of Ancient Gear Golem appeared momentarily beside it, their forms also dissolving into the fusion vortex.

"Come forth!" Crowler roared, his voice filled with the power of his signature monster. "My true ace! The ultimate fusion of ancient power! Ancient Gear Ultimate Golem!"

With a deafening explosion of gears and energy, a new mechanical behemoth materialized on Crowler's field. It was a fusion of three Ancient Gear Golems, its form even more massive and intricate, radiating an aura of immense power.

(Ancient Gear Ultimate Golem - ATK 4400 / DEF 3400)

The sheer size and power of Ancient Gear Ultimate Golem seemed to shake the very foundations of the warehouse. The Obelisk Force soldiers stood motionless, the overwhelming force of Crowler's comeback momentarily silencing their programmed efficiency. The hunter had become the hunted.

"And now," Crowler announced, his voice booming through the warehouse, "the final act of this mechanical symphony!"

He pointed towards his Graveyard, where the holographic image of Ancient Gear Golem's True Form flickered before dissipating.

"Because Ancient Gear Golem's True Form was sent from the field to the Graveyard," Crowler declared, "I activate its effect! I can Special Summon one 'Ancient Gear' monster from my hand or Graveyard, ignoring its summoning conditions!"

A surge of energy pulsed from his Duel Disk, and a card in his hand began to glow.

"I Special Summon… Ancient Gear Gadjiltron Dragon!"

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the warehouse, a massive, draconic machine materialized on Crowler's field. Its metallic wings unfolded, and its energy cannons crackled with power.

(Ancient Gear Gadjiltron Dragon - ATK 3000 / DEF 2000)

The warehouse was now filled with the combined might of Crowler's two most powerful monsters: Ancient Gear Ultimate Golem and Ancient Gear Gadjiltron Dragon. The Obelisk Force soldiers stood before a mechanical onslaught, their earlier confidence visibly shaken.

Crowler's comeback was complete. He had turned the tide of the duel, unleashing the full power of his Ancient Gear deck. The weight of Duel Academy's legacy, the spirit of true dueling, pulsed through him. He was no longer just fighting for himself; he was fighting for the very soul of the academy he had once called home.

The Obelisk Force soldiers remained silent, their red eyes scanning the field, analyzing the new threat. Their programming, their training, was being pushed to its limits.

The duel had reached its climax.

Turn 8 – Crowler (Battle Phase)

Crowler pointed towards the Obelisk Force soldiers, his voice ringing with authority.

"Battle Phase!" he declared. "Ancient Gear Ultimate Golem, attack Obelisk Force Soldier #3!"

The colossal fusion monster roared, its massive form lumbering forward with surprising speed. Its gears whirred, and its metallic limbs crackled with energy as it prepared to unleash its devastating attack.

The Obelisk Force soldier targeted, #3, stood his ground, his red eyes fixed on the approaching behemoth. But there was a subtle shift in his stance, a barely perceptible tightening of his grip on his Duel Disk. Even their programmed efficiency seemed to be strained by the sheer power of Crowler's assault.

Ancient Gear Ultimate Golem's attack struck with the force of a battering ram, a devastating impact that shook the virtual battlefield. The warehouse itself seemed to groan under the strain.

The Obelisk Force soldiers cried out as their life points dropped.

A heavy silence fell over the warehouse, broken only by Crowler's ragged breathing. He stood victorious, but the victory was bittersweet. He had defeated the Obelisk Force, but they were a grim reminder of the corruption that had taken hold of Duel Academy.

Crowler surveyed the scene, the remnants of the virtual battlefield fading away. He had won the duel, but the battle for Duel Academy was far from over.

This concludes the duel! What happens next? Does Crowler leave the warehouse? Does he reflect on his victory?

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