The Second Coming of Gluttony - Chapter 32

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Episode 32. Misunderstanding (2)

Odelet Delpin’s proposal was exactly what Seol had anticipated.
She wanted him to join her team.
After hearing her out, the composition seemed quite solid.
Hao Win was a warrior, Riorda and Tongchai were archers, Delpin was a mage, and there was one priest whose name Seol didn’t know.
Given that the maximum team size was six people from Difficult Mission all the way up to Very Difficult Mission, it seemed they’d deliberately saved a spot for him.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been a decision without hesitation. Kim Hannah had recommended two of them, and Seol himself was starting to feel that he needed teammates.
But circumstances had changed. Seol found himself in a position where he had to gather 82,000 points as quickly as possible.
‘I could probably accumulate the points with this team, but….’
He didn’t want to sacrifice everything. He wanted to fix Yun Seora’s arm, equip himself with proper gear, and buy more selections from the VIP Shop.
In short, he wanted to have this and that both. Someone might call it greed, but he couldn’t bring himself to abandon any of it—that was his current predicament.
In the end, he made a decision.
“I’m sorry, but… I don’t think I can manage it right now.”
There was a way. If he monopolized all the remaining Difficult Missions, the points left over after paying for Maria’s funeral rite would be enough. He could then use those remaining Survival Points to equip himself before finding a team. He’d catch some flak for it, but this was the best plan Seol could come up with.
“Huh.”
Delpin’s face fell—apparently she hadn’t expected him to refuse.
“Hmm….”
Hao Win didn’t look pleased either.
“I know you’re skilled. I won’t deny your ability, but starting from Very Difficult Missions, the difficulty level is no joke. You can’t handle it alone.”
“I know.”
“If you know that and still refuse… is there something wrong with this team? Or do you have plans to form a team of your own?”
“I’ve never thought about forming my own team. I like this team. I’d like to try working together with you all.”
“Then why did you refuse?”
Hao Win scrutinized Seol intently, examining him from every angle with a bewildered expression before tilting his head.
“Come to think of it, you haven’t equipped yourself with anything except a weapon. You must have gathered a ton of Survival Points… did you invest them in abilities?”
“No.”
Seol shook his head. He had no intention of buying abilities, though he did plan to purchase gear. The situation had just gotten complicated.
“I’m even more confused now. One more thing—unless I’m mistaken, it looked like you were about to do a Difficult Mission just now.”
It was a sharp observation, matching the keenness in his eyes.
“Though you’ve cleared one of the cards, you only completed the remaining ten cards six times each before moving on.”
…….
“You could have done them all, but I figured you left some out of principle. That’s what I thought.”
“Hao Win!”
Delpin’s eyes widened sharply. His tone sounded accusatory.
“That sounds exactly like you’re blaming him. I can’t agree with that kind of reasoning.”
Tongchai chimed in to support Delpin.
“I’m not saying I object to what’s already been decided, but honestly, I don’t understand why we’d all stop at six runs of the Difficult Missions either. The Neutral Zone is a place of competition. Doesn’t that mean whoever does the mission first gets to claim it?”
“I’m not saying it’s wrong—I just don’t understand, that’s all.”
Delpin stared intently at Hao Win, who was waving his hand dismissively as if frustrated.
She had been the one to suggest recruiting Seol, but it was Hao Win who had championed the idea most strongly, insisting on the young man’s necessity.
Delpin’s team was certainly the finest in the Neutral Zone, but it wasn’t without problems. To put it plainly, they lacked offensive power.
Currently, while Hao Win held the front defense, the two archers provided supporting fire, and Delpin swept enemies away with magic. It took time, but they could complete missions relatively safely.
But starting from Very Difficult Missions, additional success conditions were added. Defense alone wouldn’t cut it anymore. Scenarios like ‘Assault’ or ‘Occupation’ required pushing forward aggressively.
Hadn’t he insisted that they could never succeed with their current approach, that they needed this young man’s offensive power?
So why was Hao Win now pressing him so relentlessly?
“I’d respect it if you were going solo, but it doesn’t seem like that. You’ve gathered enormous Survival Points, yet except for that spear, you don’t seem to have invested in anything. You’re just accumulating everything.”
Certainly. Hearing it piece by piece, it did look suspicious from a third party’s perspective.
Seol let out a sigh.
“As Hao Win says, I did have quite a lot of Survival Points.”
“Did have… that sounds like past tense.”
“I invested in the VIP Shop. Of course, I kept enough points to purchase gear. I was planning to buy it, but the circumstances changed a bit.”
“Is there… a reason?”
Hao Win’s momentum softened slightly.
“A situation came up where I suddenly need Survival Points.”
It wasn’t something to broadcast around. But explanation was required at this point.
From Yun Seora’s right arm and how Maria would need an enormous amount of Survival Points for the funeral rite.
He had no one to confide in, but now that someone was listening, he found himself pouring out his troubles before he realized it.
Everyone who heard Seol’s circumstances blinked in unison. Hao Win in particular stared ahead blankly, looking as though he’d taken a punch.
“Such circumstances….”
Odelet Delpin looked troubled.
“Well, I understand the circumstances well enough. But is there any particular reason you must help that person?”
It was Tongchai’s question.
“If they were family or a sibling, perhaps. But simply being from the same Area and spending 82,000 points seems excessive, doesn’t it?”
Seol scratched his head.
There were reasons aplenty. Kim Hannah’s request was one, and testing the Golden Law was another. Of course, it wasn’t as though he had no desire to help, but… in any case, he had no obligation to spell out every detail of his intentions.
“I received help during the Tutorial too… I’m not sure. It just weighs on me.”
“Weighs on you?”
“Yes. It’s regrettable, and….”
Seol muttered it almost under his breath.
“If only I’d known a bit sooner, things wouldn’t have come to this.”
At those softly uttered words, Hao Win’s body stiffened. He tilted his chin upward slightly, observing Seol quietly. Studying him anew, as though seeing him for the first time.
“Who is this person?”
Hao Win asked. His voice was considerably softer than it had been moments before.
“Yun Seora….”
“Yun Seora. A woman, perhaps?”
“Yes.”
“I see. And so….”
A low hum escaped him, and he lowered his feet from the table where they’d rested throughout.
“By the way, I don’t think I’ve heard your name yet.”
“It’s Seol… just Seol.”
Hao Win straightened in his seat and gazed intently at the dark-complexioned youth.
“I owe you an apology for earlier. I seem to have spoken hastily. I thought you were playing alone, but… I never imagined there was such a situation behind it. Truly.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Will you accept my apology?”
Hao Win suddenly extended his hand. When Seol awkwardly clasped it in return, he nodded slowly and spoke quietly.
“I understand.”
“…Pardon?”
“If only I’d known sooner… those words linger. I’ve felt that way before.”
Hao Win’s voice carried a bitter edge.
“Please, if this is going to be another tedious love story, spare me.”
“What? Didn’t you grieve with me when I first told you?”
“That was the first time. Do you know this will be the seventh time if you tell it again?”
Odelet Delpin covered her ears with obvious exasperation.
Seol watched the two of them in fascination, switching his gaze back and forth. He’d assumed they were simply cooperating, but their dynamic seemed far more intimate than that.
Hao Win released his hand with a regretful smack of his lips.
“Listen, friend. To perform that Funeral Rite, how many more points would you need?”
It was an unexpected question. Seol calculated swiftly.
“43,720 points?”
“43,720 points… that does seem like something we could manage.”
Something we could manage?
Before Seol could even ask, Hao Win clapped his hands sharply and drew everyone’s attention.
“I understand you’ve prepared certain conditions to recruit this young man… but what if we did things this way instead?”
“How so?”
At Odelet Delpin’s questioning, Hao Win gestured toward the bulletin board.
“First, we invite him to join the team. Then the six of us undertake a Difficult Mission.”
Odelet Delpin tilted her head with uncertainty, though she listened intently. Hao Win was cheerful enough, but he wasn’t one for idle talk.
“However, all the rewards gained from completing the mission go to this young man.”
“What did you just say?”
“Nonsense.”
Tongchai reacted violently. Riorda, who had been silent until now, spoke coldly.
“If you’re going to be this arbitrary, what’s the point in having a team?”
“But didn’t we all agree that we need this friend’s strength to take on a Very Difficult Mission?”
“That doesn’t change the argument.”
“Hear me out. The essence is competition or cooperation.”
Hao Win pointed to Seol.
“This friend Seol needs Survival Points due to his circumstances. He’ll scrape them together by any means necessary. You saw him trying to take on that Difficult Mission earlier, didn’t you?”
“And what of it? We could do the same, couldn’t we? If we need a skilled warrior, we simply find one.”
“The problem is his skill level. At the Very Difficult Mission level, he and our team are on equal footing. But drop down to Difficult Missions, and things change.”
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re getting at.”
“Think about it. Compare the time it took us to clear a Difficult Mission with the time it takes this young man.”
Tongchai’s face hardened visibly. Now he understood what Hao Win was driving at.
Everyone here remembered it—the youth completing missions at a staggering pace just days ago. And alone, no less.
“I’m telling you, if we don’t bring him into the team now… how many Difficult Missions do you think our team can even attempt?”
“Hmm….”
“Five at most? Ten if we’re generous?”
“Even so, it wouldn’t be a loss.”
“True, we’d make some quick points right away.”
“There’s something you’re overlooking, Hao Win.”
Riorda cut in.
“Sure, it’d be nice if he became a teammate as you say—I’ll grant you that. But I can’t agree with how you’re making it sound like we can only attempt Very Difficult Missions if that man joins us.”
“The same applies to him.”
Hao Win shot back smoothly.
“We’re unquestionably the strongest team in the Neutral Zone, but this man is the strongest survivor. Incomparable. Couldn’t he form his own team? Couldn’t he join another?”
If they didn’t bring him into the fold now, they’d have to compete against Sol and his team going forward. With Sol’s standing in the Neutral Zone fully restored after recent events, the pressure was undeniable.
“Here’s the bottom line. Forty-three thousand, seven hundred twenty points? Think of it as a signing bonus. Split five ways among ourselves, that’s just eight thousand, seven hundred per person—easily recouped once we start tackling Very Difficult Missions, trust me.”
Hao Win’s real argument was that they should recruit Sol instead of creating a rival team to compete against.
“Do the math. One successful fifty-thousand-point mission clears eight thousand.”
“Fine with me.”
Odelet Delpin spoke up.
“I’m in favor of investing for greater returns. I understand the logic. I’d pick curiosity over competition anyway. This man’s someone I’ve been keeping an eye on all along.”
“Well? What do you say?”
Hao Win gestured with his eyes, and Tongchai closed his. Riorda did the same. Once the leader decided, the scales had tipped.
“And about the signing bonus we mentioned.”
Hao Win continued, as if the discussion wasn’t finished.
“How about we each loan two thousand points—everyone except the Priest. You all have that much wiggle room, don’t you?”
“Wasn’t the signing bonus discussion finished?”
Odelet Delpin answered quickly. Tongchai was about to have a fit.
“Once he pays for that funeral rite or whatever it is, he’ll be flat broke. Before we start Very Difficult Missions, this man needs proper equipment.”
“Still….”
“It’s a loan, not a gift. And since Sol’s going to cover the vanguard from now on, can’t we extend this small courtesy? The stronger his armor, the higher our survival rate goes.”
“This guy’s got an answer for everything, I swear.”
Tongchai shot up from his seat. He fixed a hard stare on Sol, who’d been watching blankly.
“No use beating around the bush. Can you show me your skill?”
“Pardon?”
“Hao Win’s a man who lives and dies by honor. That’s why he talks like that. But I’m different. I understand your situation, but I see no justification for going this far.”
Sol nodded.
Truthfully, Hao Win’s proposal was too good to refuse. By moving as a team, he’d dodge accusations of hoarding points for himself, and he could still claim all the Survival Points. Plus they were offering to loan him money for equipment. He’d planned to buy gear eventually anyway, so it barely felt like a debt.
But there was more to it than that. On top of everything else, they were lending him funds for gear.
“However, I do see merit in Hao Win’s argument. So show me. I’ve heard the rumors, but I want to see for myself with these eyes. Whether it’s worth investing in you. Prove it directly.”
Tongchai spoke with passion.
Prove his skill?
‘No problem.’
Sol rose from his seat, spear in hand. Tongchai, who’d been staring keenly, flinched and stepped back.
“Wait, hold on.”
“?”
“I didn’t mean fight me. I meant show me using that.”
Tongchai pointed at the bulletin board.
“Ah.”
“Ahem… fetch one for me. Get ready.”
Tongchai left the Lounge.
While waiting for the turbaned man to return, Sol glanced back at Hao Win, who was grinning like a fool.
“Why?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you helping me this much…?”
The situation could never have reached this point without Hao Win’s role. Sol, lacking such eloquence, had to admire it inwardly even as it baffled him. Before today, they’d been complete strangers.
“Well… I feel a little bad about the misunderstanding at first.”
Hao Win shrugged, his words uncharacteristically vague.
“Men like you—I don’t dislike them. That boldness, that willingness to move heaven and earth for the woman you love! Honestly, it makes me want to root for you.”
I nearly spit out my drink.
“L-love?”
“What, wasn’t it?”
“Not at all. We’re not even dating.”
“Then what did you mean when you said you were concerned?”
“That’s….”
When someone’s dying right in front of you, of course you’re concerned. What kind of person wouldn’t be?
Watching my face redden, Hao Win burst out laughing.
“It’s delightful to see you flustered, but I like honesty even more. Look, if she were just anyone to you, would you have even thought about gathering 82,000 Survival Points? You were willing to endure all sorts of abuse—I could see it coming from a mile away.”
“That’s not it.”
If I’d genuinely cared about Yun Seora, I wouldn’t have let her condition deteriorate like that in the first place.
I happened to hear about it, and then Kim Hannah happened to visit and ask for help—so I stepped in. Before that, I was so absorbed in training I’d completely forgotten about her.
“I was the same way. It’s been quite some time now, but I still catch myself regretting it sometimes. You don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone, and only then do you truly understand its worth.”
In any case, this man Hao Win seemed to be under a considerable misunderstanding.
“In that sense, I envy you. You realized it before it was too late, unlike me.”
At his wistful tone, I had to clench my fists to keep my whole body from curling up.
Just then, Tongchai returned with a sheet of paper in hand. To undertake a Cooperative Mission, the participants had to maintain physical contact with one another.
“Anyway, that’s why I’m helping you.”
Hao Win hoisted a large Shield onto his shoulder. He linked arms with me and flashed a grin wide enough to show all his teeth.
“I’m a Romanticist, after all.”
Rip—the sound of tearing paper, and all six of us vanished simultaneously.
And then, moments later.
Precisely two minutes and forty-seven seconds had elapsed.
Six figures reappeared in the Plaza.
All of them wore expressions of blank astonishment—all except two.
Hao Win was doubled over with laughter, clutching his stomach, while I was catching my breath with every ounce of strength I had left.
“Un… be… liev….”
Riorda’s face was the picture of someone who’d just witnessed a monster.
Even having seen it, she couldn’t believe it.
The spear-wielding youth had darted forward the instant we arrived—moving like a shaft of light—and proceeded to pummel the creatures like they were moles in a game.
Thrusting with the spear tip, sweeping with the shaft. With each attack, another one fell. The scene was still vivid in my mind.
I knew he had the skill to annihilate ‘Survival in the Encirclement’—the highest difficulty among Difficult Missions—single-handedly. But witnessing that power firsthand was something else entirely. Exhilarating, even.
“I never thought I’d find myself pitying the monsters while on a mission.”
“See? Now do you understand what I was saying?”
Watching Riorda shake her head back and forth in apparent disgust, Hao Win chuckled.
Even Tongchai’s face—he who had been complaining most vociferously—was quite a sight.
“Well? What do you think now that you’ve seen it firsthand, Mister Tongchai?”
Tongchai, who had been standing there like a pillar waiting for spring, suddenly turned to face me.
“You’re from South Korea, then? Area 1?”
“Yes.”
“Military service?”
“I completed two years and was honorably discharged as a sergeant major, but….”
“Ah… so that’s why….”
“?”
Watching him nod to himself, I felt bewildered. What exactly was he deciding on his own?
I was about to clarify that I’d served as a administrative soldier, when Hao Win opened his mouth.
“Now will you agree with my assessment?”
“I’m in complete agreement. And I’ll invest 3,000 Survival Points as well.”
At such a generous investment, Hao Win let out a low whistle.
“Wow, that was a quick change of heart.”
“It couldn’t be helped. I’ve simply realized that I was never the driver—only a passenger.”
Tongchai smiled wryly and removed his turban. He inclined his head slightly toward me.
“Please procure the finest equipment you can. I’m looking forward to a Very Difficult Mission.”
“Heh heh. And you, Riorda?”
“…I’ll lend 3,000 points as well.”
Riorda folded her arms across her chest and looked away.
“Everyone’s pitching in? Fine then. I’ll contribute 4,000 points.”
“5,000 points!”
It was then that Odelet Delpin, who had been silent all along, spoke up. The girl bounced excitedly on her feet and seized my arm with both hands.
“Bus!”
At the confused shout, the girl clinging to her arm opened her eyes wide.
“Please give us a ride!”

When her eyes opened, the world swam before her. Light rippled like she was gazing up from underwater, yet everything blazed bright.
“Ah….”
Her eyes stung. Yun Seora flinched and shut them again, sighing inwardly.
‘I’m alive….’
She’d hoped she wouldn’t be.
Without realizing it, Yun Seora had clenched her fists—then felt a peculiar softness beneath her fingers.
The surface was smooth to the touch. Her back sank into something plush, and most strangely, her body felt lighter than it had in weeks. For so long everything had weighed on her like lead….
Then Yun Seora’s eyes flew open as if she’d been struck by lightning. She gasped at the sight before her.
“Where am I…?”
She remembered making it back to the fifth floor—hardly worth calling a lounge. But now she lay in what looked like a palace.
‘Am I…dead?’
As the thought formed, she heard the door open.
“Oh, you’re awake!”
Lee Seol-ah, who’d brought food, rushed over in quick steps the moment she saw Yun Seora stirring.
“Ah….”
“You’re conscious? Are you feeling all right?”
“Where…is this…?”
“Heaven.”
Lee Sung-jin cut in abruptly. Yun Seora, who’d almost accepted this, watched in bewilderment as he was whacked with the edge of a food tray.
“Hey, why!”
“Because you’re confusing her, obviously!”
“But it really is like heaven here.”
“Is it…really?”
Come to think of it, he wasn’t wrong.
Lee Seol-ah cleared her throat and set the tray down with a bright smile. Yun Seora’s eyes widened. Before her lay a meal that seemed almost too good to be true. Steam rose from the soup, and her mouth watered at the sight.
“Please, eat. You must be starving.”
“You two….”
“We have our own, too.”
“How did all this happen?”
It was overwhelming. She’d woken to find everything changed.
“My brother helped us.”
“My brother helped us.”
The siblings answered at the same time.
“Who…who?”
“Tell you what—finish all this first, and I’ll explain.”
Lee Seol-ah gestured to the tray.
She couldn’t refuse. It was the first proper meal she’d had in nearly a month. Hunger overwhelming her caution, Yun Seora seized the spoon.
‘It’s delicious.’
The soup melted softly on her tongue—how could anything taste this sweet?
As Yun Seora ate with full concentration, the siblings picked up their own utensils.
Midway through the meal, Lee Sung-jin suddenly sighed. Lee Seol-ah glanced at him sideways, chopsticks still in her mouth.
“Don’t sigh at the table like that.”
“No, it’s just… I’m worried.”
“About what?”
“Whether we should really be staying here like this….”
At his downcast tone, Lee Seol-ah hesitated.
“Honestly, if I were him, it’d probably feel like a burden.”
“Is it…?”
“Yeah. We’re already causing trouble as it is… look, to be honest, you basically pushed him into fixing your arm.”
Yun Seora’s chopsticks froze mid-motion. Lee Seol-ah’s expression fell.
He’d said he’d earn points, but not enough could be gathered in just a day or two—likely not even by the time the Neutral Zone ended. Giving false hope felt wrong, so she’d meant to keep quiet about it.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, no, never mind. Just keep eating, please.”
Yun Seora set down her spoon. Lee Seol-ah shot a look at Lee Sung-jin. But the damage was done. In the end, she had no choice but to spell out the whole situation.
“82,000 points?”
“Yes. He said if you want your arm fixed, you need to gather 82,000 points….”
The absurdity of the number made her laugh—a hollow, breathless sound. To a woman who couldn’t eat without ten points, eighty-two thousand seemed a figure from a dream.
“And him…?”
“He left a while ago. Said he was going out to earn Survival Points.”
Yun Seora leaned her back against the wall. The mystery had an answer now, but that didn’t chase away the confusion.
‘Why?’
She couldn’t make sense of it.
They were simply from the same Area—nothing more. Yet he’d brought her to the dormitory, told her to eat when she woke, even gave her Survival Points. And now he wanted to fix her arm.
‘What is it to him?’
For someone as indifferent to others’ affairs as she was, his kindness felt strangely burdensome.
At the same time, there was an odd tingling beneath her skin. Her mind asked questions, but her body welcomed his favor.
Now that she thought about it, she remembered catching a glimpse of something in her drowsy state.
[Are you alright?]
A young man extending his hand toward her.
‘I want to see him.’
The moment that thought crossed her mind, Yun Seora’s eyes began to flutter rapidly.
‘What was I just thinking?’
“Sister… even if he says his arm is too damaged to fix, please don’t be too disappointed.”
“As if I would be.”
Yun Seora answered the girl’s concern with perfect composure. Cold as she was, she knew courtesy.
‘But what will I say to him when we meet?’
That was when it happened.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.

‘I wanted to see the Funeral Rite.’
Sitting on the staircase, Seol couldn’t hide his disappointment.
The sweep through the Difficult Missions had gone splendidly. With six additional completions per dungeon, he’d managed to earn forty-three thousand, five hundred points—just as before.
The pace was incomparable to last time. With everyone fighting in formation to support Seol, it couldn’t have ended any faster.
Once he’d secured the Survival Points, Seol sought out Maria and asked her to conduct the Funeral Rite.
Foul-mouthed as she might be, she wasn’t the sort to renounce a word once spoken. After solemnly warning that a deity would descend during the rite and absolutely no one was to enter, she removed her maid uniform, changed into white priestly vestments, hefted a bundle of ritual objects, and climbed the stairs with two other maids. By now, the siblings had certainly been turned away.
In any case, with that resolved, his mood wasn’t entirely sour.
“So here’s the thing.”
At least, it would be if not for one thing.
Hao Win, sitting beside him and talking incessantly, was driving Seol toward a nervous breakdown.
They’d agreed to meet again tomorrow morning after arranging their gear, but he’d insisted on a quick word and had been holding him here ever since.
Bad enough that he’d misunderstood the situation on his own, but he kept offering unhelpful advice dressed up as help.
For instance, there was his lecture on past romance.
“Women, you see, are creatures of emotion. Right? Different from males, I’m telling you.”
“I see.”
“Her face? Her body? Her money? Of course those matter. But the most important thing is the heart—the heart!”
“I see.”
“How much does this man think of her? And how much does he do for her? That’s it. That settles everything.”
“I see.”
“Don’t you dare lack confidence, you hear? If you want, I can even help you out. You’ve got a golden opportunity like this—it’s like eating rice cakes while lying down. How about it? Want my help?”
“I see.”
Pointless lectures on romance.
Seol continued answering with empty words. Now he understood why Odelet Delpin had found it so unbearable.
‘Well, he’s not as frightening as I thought.’
“Alright! I won’t be too forward—just a light touch of seasoning, you understand? All you have to do is play along a little.”
“…What?”
By answering mechanically while his mind wandered elsewhere, Seol had completely lost the thread of the conversation.
“Play along…?”
As he was about to ask for clarification, a flash—light erupted. Looking up, he saw a soft glow seeping from above. The door should have been closed.
Hao Win spoke first.
“Looks like it’s done.”
“We should check.”
Seol rose and raced up the staircase. For some reason, he heard Hao Win following behind.
On reaching the tenth floor, the dormitory door was shut. The maids who’d gone up were nowhere to be seen. All that was visible was the anxious silhouettes of the siblings.
“Brother!”
Seeing Seol, Seol-ah cried out urgently.

“What happened?”
“I-I’m not sure. There was a sudden burst of light, and then the maids went inside….”
“How long ago?”
“Just a moment ago. About a minute….”
Creak….
Before Lee Seol-a could finish speaking, the door opened carefully.

(Continued in the next episode)

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