After speaking with the Red and White Queens, both android girls expressed a desire to assist Alex with his work, significantly easing the burden of certain tasks. However, as often happens, things occurred that even he couldn’t foresee.

When everyone was already aboard the aircraft carrier, the weather suddenly turned for the worse: the sky was covered in dark clouds, heavy rain poured down, and a strong wind whipped up a real storm at sea. Due to the raging elements, the aircraft carrier was unable to leave the port of Fukuoka and had to retreat deeper into the harbor to avoid damage. Even though Alex had reinforced the ship’s hull with magic in advance, he couldn’t afford to take any chances — the waves could have thrown the vessel onto the shore or, worse, capsized it.

Fortunately, thanks to his new assistants, the Red and White Queens, Alex didn’t even need to leave his workshop to stay informed. They promptly kept him updated on all developments.

But Alex himself was completely absorbed in his work. He wanted to finish creating the combat suits for the entire team as quickly as possible, as well as armor for the girls. Now that they knew about his spatial inventory, he no longer had to hide — he freely pulled out whatever he needed and completed the rest of the work using magic.

Red and White helped pack the finished armor sets into crates, including weapons and ammunition. Alex was genuinely pleased with their assistance, especially since both girls reminded him of beloved characters from games and anime.

“What kind of weapons are you skilled with?” Alex asked, setting aside another completed armor piece.

“Any kind,” White replied, placing a crate of armor on the stack. “We don’t have preferences. Our database contains information on the use of all types of weaponry — from melee to firearms.”

“I’m not picky either. I’ll use whatever you give me,” Red confirmed.

Alex turned in his chair, carefully studying the girls. The longer he looked at them, the stronger the urge became to outfit them in battle gear from the YoRHa universe. He imagined them in classic android costumes — and couldn’t resist. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and without hesitation, he got to work.

From his inventory, he pulled out a special fabric and used magic to transform it into custom battle suits for Red and White. The set included a katana and a heavy sword, both tailored to match the YoRHa aesthetic. The only thing he chose to change was the original leotard design — instead, he made mini-shorts. After all, he didn’t want his android girls flashing their panties during battle.

Once everything was ready, Alex turned to his assistants, who had just finished packing the last of the crates.

“These are for you,” he said, pointing to the ready-made armor and weapons.

“Question. Is this really combat armor? Then why is the material so thin?” Red asked curiously, touching the fabric.

“It’s a special magical material. Stronger than anything you can imagine. I’ll make you helper drones too — but that’ll come a bit later,” Alex replied with a casual smile.

“Then we should try on the outfits to make sure they fit properly,” said White and immediately began undressing.

Alex just shrugged, focusing on other tasks. He knew he was close to finishing the armor for everyone and was already planning in his head how to begin building another defense robot — one that could share the workload with GIR and MIMI.

When the girls finished changing, Red gently patted him on the shoulder. Alex turned — and before him stood Red and White, dressed in YoRHa-style combat suits. He knew he had made the right choice: Red, resembling 2B with a cold gaze and bob-cut hair, looked absolutely stunning. White, in the image of 2A, with shoulder-length white hair and a confident look, was nearly a perfect copy of the original.

“You both look amazing,” Alex said with a light smile.

“Is this what they call flirting? A desire to become closer with the opposite sex?” Red asked, tilting her head slightly.

“According to our data, if a man compliments a woman’s outfit, it may indicate interest in initiating further relations,” White added with a nod.

“I’m not even going to comment on that… Think whatever you want. The important thing is that you’re comfortable,” Alex sighed. His excitement had slightly faded under the weight of their analysis.

“So this confirms you’re interested in our bodies and in the eventual conception of a child?” Red concluded calmly, as if uncovering some universal truth.

Alex stared tiredly at the two android girls, who, through some incomprehensible logic, had arrived at a wildly unexpected conclusion. Their words actually gave him a headache. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the pressure building in his temples. It had only been a few hours since they’d met, and he already regretted more than once that his skull was so damn durable.

Seeing his condition, Red stepped closer and gently began to massage his head, assuming he was having a migraine. Alex didn’t object — let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn’t interfere with him finishing the armor. Especially the set for the girls.

The gear for Brunhilde was the simplest. She already had a Valkyrie combat outfit, and all Alex needed to do was reinforce it with magic. As he focused on the work, he could feel Red’s delicate fingers methodically massaging his head, and he had to admit — it felt damn good.

A random thought crossed his mind: where had Zhang Ya gone? The answer turned out to be simple — she was spending time with Göndul, with whom she clearly got along well. Alex raised an eyebrow involuntarily — it was surprising Zhang Ya had actually made a friend. No sooner had he thought this than her hair, as if alive, curled tightly around his leg and squeezed with threatening force. Good thing his body was tough enough — otherwise, he’d be searching for his leg in pieces.

Once the armor for Brunhilde was finished, he moved on to the next project — Rebecca’s gear. Even though he knew his favorite gremlin would probably refuse to wear any armor — she thought it was unnecessary — he still wanted to make something worthwhile. The only question was… what exactly?

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Alex sank into contemplation. The only sounds in the workshop were the steady hum of machines producing ammunition and the scrape of packaging, as White neatly packed the bullets. Red, having finished the head massage, moved on to his shoulders.

“I see you’re having a good time in here,” came a teasing voice.

Alex turned and saw Rory entering the workshop with a mischievous grin. Her expression clearly showed amusement, especially when she spotted Red still massaging him. Alex just rolled his eyes, smirked, and motioned her over.

Without wasting a second, Rory sat on his lap, leaning her back against his chest. Lifting her head, she met his gaze. Alex gave her a tender smile, ran his fingers through her hair, and gave her nose a playful boop.

“Perfect timing,” he said.

“I was starting to think I was interrupting, seeing how hard you’re working in here,” Rory smirked, swaying slightly on his lap.

“Uh-huh, sure,” Alex replied with sarcasm. “I was just thinking whether to make you a full set of armor or just reinforce your Apostle outfit.”

“How sweet of you. Even though it regenerates on its own, a little extra protection never hurts,” Rory said with a soft smile, grabbing his cheeks.

Alex snapped his fingers, enhancing the fabric of her clothes multiple times over, adding hidden functions and magical effects that could come in handy in the future. For him, this had become something routine — enhancing, altering, creating. It all happened almost automatically, without effort.

When Rory inspected the result, she listened with interest as Alex explained the spells and functions he had applied. After hearing everything, her eyes lit up, and she immediately kissed him.

“Are you planning on having a child?” suddenly spoke Red, who had been silently standing nearby the whole time.

“Could you at least wait a bit before asking questions?!” Rory exploded. “I was just about to throw him into bed! Don’t you know anything about tact?”

Alex sighed tiredly and tugged at Rory’s cheek, reproaching her for what she had said. He clearly didn’t want their intimate moment to turn into something more in front of everyone. Red’s intervention, although it cooled the heated moment, did allow him to regain some composure. Besides, White was watching them with an unwavering, almost mechanically precise gaze, not blinking even once.

With another sigh, Alex carefully helped Rory off his lap. She snorted and shot an irritated look at Red, who had interrupted at the most inconvenient moment. Quickly planting a kiss on Alex’s lips, Rory stomped out of the workshop. Alex had wanted to ask her to call the other girls, but the gremlin-Apostle had disappeared too quickly for him to say a word.

Shrugging, Alex returned to his work. After thinking for a moment, he came up with an interesting idea: if he was going to make armor for Stitch, why not create identical sets for him and Rebecca — like a family set? Inspired by the thought, Alex decided to craft armor like the one worn by the Doom Slayer. Just the idea of this project filled him with enthusiasm.

“Question, Alex, how do you alter the molecular structure of the material, giving it a different form?” White asked, sitting down beside him after finishing packing the ammunition into containers.

“Hmm, to put it simply… I see what the material is made of on an atomic level and just rearrange its structure. Essentially, it’s creation magic — changing one thing into another. Though you could also explain it using the old alchemical terms, for simplicity,” Alex replied, demonstrating the process of creating two Doom Slayer helmets.

“You’re using the alchemical principle? Give something to get something in return?” Red asked for clarification.

“Something like that. Though, to be honest, I can create matter from nothing. I just prefer not to do that — it’s less interesting,” he smirked and shrugged.

“Creating matter from nothing… That goes beyond our program and doesn’t make sense,” White shook her head.

“That’s because you haven’t encountered magic. Your world runs on the laws of physics and technology. But as they say, any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic,” Alex remarked with a smile.

Both android girls nodded, memorizing his words. They really didn’t have enough data on magic and everything related to it to form a complete picture.

Meanwhile, Alex continued pulling materials from his inventory and crafting elements of the Doom Slayer armor for Rebecca and Stitch. The thought of how they would look together in matching gear brought a warm smile to his face.

Once he finished this project, he switched to the next one — custom armor for the other girls. He knew that many of them would be involved in future combat operations, and he wanted to account for each one’s specific needs.

For Kiriko, Valmet, and Chikita, he designed unique armor based on already developed templates. Saeko and Beatrix would receive high-tech samurai armor, blending tradition and futurism. Rei would get light but durable armor that wouldn’t hinder her in spear combat. Shigure’s gear was designed for a shinobi. For those who preferred close combat — Renka, Miu, Chun-Li, and Cammy — there was armor meant for hand-to-hand fighting, enhancing both defense and mobility.

For Yuriko, Coco, and Saya, he prepared special glasses that would help track the battlefield. Ada would get upgraded gadgets and weaponry. Shizuke was getting a portable medical capsule, and Rika had long since received her full set of armor and weapons.

“While I’m busy with the armor, you girls can assemble a robot. Here’s the design. You’re just sitting idle anyway,” Alex said, handing a tablet with blueprints to Red.

“We’ll need parts,” White noted, pointing out the obvious.

“Ah, right. Here’s everything you’ll need. When you’re done, connect it to my network so it can start training,” Alex nodded, pointing to the design.

“We’ll do it at the highest level,” White agreed, nodding.

“Then I’m counting on you, girls,” Alex said, returning to his work.

Red and White set to work assembling the WOLF robot while Alex continued to labor on the armor, carefully adjusting each set to individual specifications. Time passed unnoticed, and most of the work was completed. Alex once again realized how much magic simplified everything — yet he still felt it was necessary, as the coming events would demand complete readiness from everyone.

“Alex, are you busy?” came Saya’s voice, her head peeking into the workshop.

At that moment, Alex was packing the armor into crates to keep the workshop from getting cluttered. Hearing her familiar voice, he momentarily paused, kicked a crate aside, and stretched his arms toward the entering Saya. She blushed slightly but walked over and allowed him to pull her onto his lap in one smooth motion.

“You’re incorrigible…” Saya muttered, rolling her eyes, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she snuggled closer to him.

Her gaze immediately caught the android girls, now strutting in new gothic-style outfits. Red and White looked different — even gloomily elegant, and it couldn’t be missed.

“I see you even dressed them according to your taste. Typical man,” Saya smirked, pinching Alex’s side.

“I just thought these outfits would suit them. And, by the way, no perversions — it’s battle armor,” Alex replied, kissing her on the cheek.

“Uh-huh, sure… after the truth came out about your inventory, and we found out about your… cosplay hobbies,” Saya said with a sly grin, starting to pinch his cheeks.

“Ha-ha, you got me, alright. But still… You didn’t come just for that, did you? Missed the hugs? A little kiss? Or do you want everything at once? Just ask — I’ll give you everything!” Alex whispered with a smirk, beginning to rub his cheek against hers.

“No, idiot. It’s Itami. He came to see you, and, to put it mildly, he looks like someone scared the hell out of him,” Saya replied, feeling him continue pressing against her.

“Hmm… Let’s go see what’s got him so nervous,” Alex said with a smile, and, without missing a beat, lifted Saya into his arms.

Saya wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him carry her. On the way, he told Red and White that he’d be back soon. They nodded and returned to assembling the “WOLF” project.

Leaving the workshop, Alex gently set Saya down on the ground and glanced at the girls, who were idly waiting for the storm to pass. Some were lazily lying down, others yawning — the entire room had turned into a zone of laziness. Carefully stepping around them, he went outside and immediately spotted Itami in a raincoat. He did indeed look tense — almost panicked.

“Did you want something, Itami?” Alex asked, lighting a cigarette.

“Someone… wants to meet you,” Itami said evasively, looking away.

Alex raised an eyebrow. Itami’s behavior piqued his interest — he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued. He exhaled smoke and nodded.

“Alright. Lead me to this mysterious ‘someone’.”

Itami nodded immediately and motioned for him to follow. They went out onto the deck, where a real storm raged — the wind was tearing in every direction, and the rain was whipping with such force that it felt like it was piercing the skin. But Alex walked confidently, unlike Itami, who was nearly blown off the deck by the wind.

They went downstairs and headed toward the dining hall. With each step, Alex became more curious — who wanted to see him at this very moment?

Inside, it was crowded. Alex scanned the room and noticed a group of kids sitting apart. Alice, Malka, Honoka, and Chikage — the latter, to his satisfaction, was beginning to fit in better with the group. Not far from them, he saw G.I.R., MIMI, and Stitch, who were having a great time with the kids. Waving at them, Alex passed by, giving a brief nod to the group of guys gathered for a chat.

Throughout all this, Itami continued to act nervously, as if he were waiting for a death sentence.

“Maybe you’ll finally tell me who wants to see me?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

Itami stopped, looked at him awkwardly, and with a crooked smile said:

“It’s… complicated.”

“What could be complicated?” Alex smirked.

“Well… the Imperial Princess wants to see you,” Itami mumbled, looking away, clearly hoping he wouldn’t be killed for bringing such news.

Alex stared at Itami and stuck a finger in his ear — just in case he’d imagined it. But no. Judging by Itami’s expression, it wasn’t a mistake. Alex raised an eyebrow, incredulously staring at his companion.

“The Imperial Princess?” he repeated, clearly unable to believe what he’d just heard.

The thought that the Imperial family still existed in Japan sounded absurd on its own. But what puzzled him even more was the question: how the hell had she survived? At the very beginning of the Apocalypse, the “Evil Corporation” had put targets on all the key politicians and leaders — especially the imperial dynasty. The Princess should have been on that list. Logically, she had no chance of surviving until today.

“How the hell did you even find her?” Alex stuck the cigarette in his teeth but didn’t hurry to light it.

“In a shelter under Fukuoka. We evacuated people, and among them was the Princess, her brother, and their guards,” Itami replied, trying to seem calm, though it didn’t come across very well.

Alex raised his second eyebrow.

“You’re saying not only did she survive, but her brother too? And you decided to bring them here?”

“This is the remains of our government, Alex. You said it yourself — help everyone who needs it. We couldn’t just take the others and leave them there,” Itami answered, looking him straight in the eyes.

Alex rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers and exhaled heavily.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Did you see your face?” Itami spread his hands. “After that incident at the port, people are still whispering that you got angry and caused an earthquake. I was afraid to approach you myself. And if not for their persistence, you wouldn’t have seen me today.”

Alex grimaced slightly. It seemed the rumors had really spread: now it was clear why people in the dining hall were looking at him with concern. He wearily slapped Itami on the shoulder.

“Alright. And what about Aoi? Did you take her in?”

“She’s fine. Where else would I put her? She followed me herself. After the divorce, we’re on good terms, still talk. Nothing’s changed — I’ll just take care of her again,” Itami replied with a shrug.

“Well, now at least they won’t think of you as a hermit living with a magical girl figurine,” Alex smirked.

“Shut up, Harem King,” Itami grumbled, brushing him off.

“Ah, don’t be jealous. Alright, lead me to the Princess and the Prince.”

Itami sighed and walked ahead. He led Alex to a far table where a small group was sitting: three girls and a boy around ten to twelve years old. The others were keeping their distance. Alex frowned slightly — the faces of these people seemed… familiar.

And then their gazes met.

The girl sitting in the center immediately caught his attention. In an instant, Alex recognized her, and a chill ran through him. He would recognize that face anywhere — even in a different universe or a different era.

It was Oda Nobuna.

She had a slender build, a heart-shaped face, and large brown eyes. Her long blonde hair was casually tied with a red ribbon. She wore a green-blue haori and black hakama with yellow trim, and white tabi socks with zori sandals. Everything about her spoke of status, even though she was trying to blend in among the simple refugees.

“Let me introduce you,” Itami said, pointing at her. “The Imperial Princess — Oda Nobuna.”

Alex and Nobuna continued to stare at each other. He was still stunned by the fact that he had run into a character he never expected to see here. Nobuna, however, studied Alex with a discerning gaze. According to rumors gathered by her companions, he was not just a fighter — he was a leader. A man who led this group through hell, shouldered everything, and always went first.

Alex shifted his gaze to Nobuna’s companions. In front of him stood Shibata Katsuié — a real mountain of muscle — and Nagahide — the brains and the analyst. Lastly, he looked at the boy, about twelve years old — the younger brother of the princess, Oda Nobukatsu.

After stopping his silent inspection, Alex sat down at the table directly opposite Nobuna. Katsuié and Nagahide stood behind her, their expressions cautious, but not hostile.

“So, what do you want from me?” Alex asked bluntly, without any ceremony.

Nobuna snapped her fingers. Katsuié immediately placed a case in front of him, opened it, and unfolded it. Alex raised an eyebrow and looked inside. Paper money. Money. For a moment, his mind froze, refusing to accept what he saw. He even rubbed his eyes, hoping it was an illusion — but no, it was all real.

He turned his gaze to the girls — serious, unreadable faces. Then he looked at Itami. The latter clearly wanted to disappear, his entire demeanor showing that he didn’t belong here and shouldn’t be here.

“Itami… what’s this?” Alex asked calmly, almost lazily, pointing at the case.

“Uh… Japanese yen…” Itami mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

Alex stared at him, unblinking. Itami was already sweating — whether from stress or because raindrops were dripping down his face, it was hard to tell. However, at that moment, it felt like his heart might actually stop. He could feel the weight of Alex’s gaze, as though the entire gravity of the world had fallen on him.

The three girls never took their eyes off Alex, watching as he burned Itami with his stare.

“Is that not enough?” Nagahide spoke up, elegantly hiding her lips behind a fan.

Alex sighed heavily, feeling both tired and irritated by the lack of common sense in this situation.

“Ugh, it’s not about that. What’s your name again?” Alex said, sighing in exhaustion.

“These are my trusted ones — Shibata Katsuié and Nifa Nagahide,” Nobuna interjected. “So, what’s the matter?”

“To answer Nagahide’s question…” Alex smirked crookedly. “This money is nothing more than decorated paper right now. Sure, it might work as kindling, but it holds no value. Neither in paper nor digital form. Money died along with the old world.”

Nagahide, hidden behind her fan, flinched slightly. Katsuié began to panic, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t hide it. Nobukatsu wanted to say something, but a single glance from his sister was enough to make him obediently fall silent and lower his head.

Nobuna, on the other hand, remained calm. She studied Alex intently.

“Alright,” she said, leaning forward. “What are your terms? Do you want to take me into your harem in exchange for us staying?”

Alex almost groaned. He barely managed to stop his eyelid from twitching.

“Where did you get that idea?”

“Katsuié and Nagahide did a little… research. And found out you have a harem. Hence the assumption,” Nobuna said, lazily waving her hand.

Alex tilted his head, resting his fist on his cheek.

“First of all, Nobuna, I don’t collect girls for the sake of male vanity. Our relationships are based on mutual love. They’re with me because they want to be with me, not because I’m a man who can protect them. And I don’t jump on every beautiful girl thinking, ‘this one will be mine.’ I value feelings. Emotions. Connection. I think that makes it clearer?”

Nobuna smirked, mirroring his posture — elbow on the table, fist under her cheek, gazing into his eyes.

“Since you say so, then tell me: what do you want in exchange for allowing us to stay?”

Nobuna couldn’t deny it: the boy’s rainbow-colored eyes possessed some kind of inexplicable pull. Especially considering who he was — the person who led a group of survivors through half the world, gave them a safe haven, and yet asked for nothing excessive in return. She already knew: Alex wouldn’t demand her body or the bodies of her companions, who were like family to her. This was all part of a test — testing Alex and his character.

“The same as with the others. If you want to participate in supply raids, feel free. If you have skills that can be useful — that’s great. The main thing is not to cause trouble or conflict with the others,” Alex said calmly.

“Do I have to work too?” Nobukatsu asked, raising his hand shyly.

“Of course. Look at those kids,” Alex pointed to a group of young children engrossed in a board game in the corner.

“Even the children are busy?” Nagahide asked, shifting her gaze to them.

“That’s right. Even the children are doing what they can to help the adults. Of course, they’re not overworked — I’m not a monster. In my time, I’ve killed enough scoundrels who wanted to exploit children for dirty purposes,” Alex’s voice remained calm, but there was a cold steel in it.

“So, what will my brother do then? Even if you say that… he’s still a spoiled good-for-nothing. Whatever you give him, he’ll break or ruin,” Nobuna said, throwing a disdainful glance at her brother.

“Don’t belittle him. Yes, right now he doesn’t know anything, but that doesn’t mean he won’t learn. As my old friend once said: ‘Everyone has their own path. The main thing is to find it. Whether they find it themselves or someone helps them — that depends on the fate of the person who takes them down that path,'” Alex said, raising his finger as if giving a lesson.

Nobukatsu looked at Alex with shining eyes. In the past, he often fought with his sister because of their differing personalities, but now — for the first time in a long while — he felt heard. In his eyes, Alex became a figure of an older brother, supporting the younger.

Nobuna, Katsuié, and Nagahide exchanged glances. They knew that Alex was quite young, but hearing such wisdom from him was truly impressive.

Nobuna turned her gaze to her brother, whose eyes were sparkling as he looked at Alex. She sighed heavily. It was time to reassess her view of Nobukatsu. After all, they were all that remained of their family. They hadn’t gotten along before — she had been raised to be a refined lady, a worthy princess. But from childhood, she had gone against the expectations placed on her.

“You’re quite wise for your age,” Nagahide squinted, watching Alex closely.

“Wisdom and age are different things. You can be old and still remain a fool, or you can be young and understand more than others,” Alex said, still keeping his finger raised.

“Alright, we got it, walking sage,” Nobuna smirked. “Since you’re not asking for anything in return, I think we can find common ground.”

“I think so… Princess,” Alex replied with a light smile.

Alex decided to stay and talk a bit more with Nobuna, Katsuié, and Nagahide to learn how they ended up in the shelter in Fukuoka. To keep Nobukatsu from getting bored during the conversation, he suggested the young man approach the group of children and try to make friends with them. He nodded eagerly and ran off.

From the three girls’ story, Alex learned that Nobuna, Nobukatsu, Katsuié, and Nagahide managed to escape through a secret passage from the Imperial mansion — before Tokyo was destroyed. The most important part was that they had been helped by a woman named Mikumo, whom Alex had previously intimidated. Nobuna and her group had met Mikumo by chance on their way to safety. Thanks to her, they made it to the shelter in Fukuoka.

After chatting a bit longer, Alex said his goodbyes to the girls and headed back. Upon returning to the captain’s bridge, he was immediately bombarded with questions from the girls. They wanted to know what Itami wanted and why Alex had been gone for so long.

“Well, I met a Japanese princess,” Alex said calmly.

“Wait… like, a real princess?” Koko stared at him in surprise.

“Do they still have princesses in Japan?” Cammy asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“That’s what I was shocked to find out. Turns out, the Imperial family still exists,” Alex confirmed, shrugging.

“Is she beautiful?” Saeko asked with a squint, getting so close that their noses almost touched.

“Sly question, but I have the perfect answer. You’re the most beautiful. Everything else is just background extras,” Alex said with a wise expression, nodding.

“Looks like you got lucky this time, Alex,” Chun-Li smirked, sliding her foot across his thigh.

With a slight smile, Alex retold what he had heard from Nobuna and explained what he had been doing all that time while he was away. The girls became curious to learn more about the princess and what she looked like, but no one was in a rush to go outside — the torrential rain was still pouring, and no one wanted to get wet just to see the “royal figure.”

Alex simply shook his head and told them he had almost finished working on their new armor — it was just a matter of fitting it. The conversation about the princess was set aside, and the girls eagerly dragged Alex into the workshop.

There, they also noticed the updated outfits for Red and White. Once again, Alex began explaining why he had chosen such a design, but, like with Saya, all he heard in response was:

“You’re just indulging your fetishes and dressing up the android girls however you like.”

He sighed heavily.

To be continued…

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