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{3rd Pov}
Subaru yawned groggily as consciousness finally returned to him.
His eyes opened halfway—and immediately he realized something was wrong.
Or rather, a lot of things were wrong.
There was weight everywhere.
Not just one spot.
Everywhere.
Starting from his right side: Sylphy was curled up beside him, hugging his arm like it was a plush toy, her face buried into his shoulder.
On his left: Beatrice was sprawled out, snoring lightly, her cheek puffed out in that stubborn way that made her look like a child who refused to admit she needed sleep for her mental health.
On top of his torso lay Gloria, whose entire upper body was pressed against him while she drooled shamelessly over his bare chest like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world.
And as if those three weren't already enough to make him wonder how he hadn't suffocated in his sleep, he felt something else tugging on his other arm.
He tilted his head and saw Echidna, fast asleep, clutching his hand with both of hers while using his palm as if it were a warm compress against her cheek.
Her expression was surprisingly peaceful for the Witch of Greed.
But the final detail explained why Sylphy had somehow ended up even closer during the night: Reina was wedged on the far side, having pushed the wind spirit further across Subaru's chest just to claim a larger share of his warmth.
She was hugging part of the blanket like a territorial cat and glaring in her sleep as though competing even in unconsciousness.
Subaru stared at the ceiling for a good ten seconds in silence.
His brain hadn't even booted up properly yet, and the visual situation already looked like the aftermath of a scandalous gathering.
It was less "peaceful group nap" and more "post-orgy disaster scene," except with zero sexual context and way too much cuddling.
He felt speechless.
Absolutely speechless.
'This looks illegal,' he thought, deadpan.
'And I didn't even do anything.'
As Subaru shifted even slightly, all the various bodies piled on top of him reacted instantly.
One subtle movement from him was enough to jolt the entire bed into life like a chaotic chain reaction.
Gloria was the first to wake.
Her eyes snapped open and locked onto Subaru's with that smug, overly confident sparkle that always made him feel like she was plotting something indecent—even if she technically wasn't.
She slithered closer with zero hesitation, her movements graceful yet obnoxiously bold.
"Good morning, father," she purred, and before Subaru could even say 'wait' or 'hold up,' she planted a kiss directly on his lips with the kind of composure one would expect from someone sipping tea, not ambushing a man at dawn.
Reina, who had been sleepily coiled on the far side of the bed moments earlier, was now upright with legs stretched across the mattress like she owned the entire space.
The second she witnessed the scene, her face contorted into visible irritation—that "my man was stolen in front of me" brand of irritation she didn't even try to hide.
"~My my, someone woke up in a very jealous mood," Echidna chimed in, already awake and clearly enjoying every scrap of drama unfolding in front of her.
Her black eyes gleamed with the kind of mischief reserved for witches and terrible friends who enable bad decisions.
Before Subaru could defend himself or peel Gloria off, a tiny tug at his sleeve derailed the entire atmosphere.
"Daddy… Sylphy needs a kiss too."
The Great Spirit of Wind stared up at him with a dangerously adorable expression that could melt continents.
She looked so pure and earnest that refusing her felt like kicking a basket of kittens.
Beatrice, meanwhile, practically combusted on the spot.
Her ahoge twitched like an alarm antenna.
She could somewhat tolerate Gloria's antics—mostly because Gloria had the body of an adult and wasn't competing in her personal 'cute territory.'
But Sylphy?
Sylphy was disaster incarnate.
Sylphy was competition on home turf.
Previously, Beatrice had been the only loli in Subaru's orbit and held the undisputed, invincible title of "Number One Cute Little Sister."
A title she wore with the arrogant pride of a monarch.
But then Sylphy showed up—calling Subaru 'Daddy,' acting spoiled, hogging affection, and now demanding kisses at sunrise.
In Beatrice's eyes, that was a direct declaration of war.
Beatrice puffed up her cheeks, glaring at Gloria with visible hostility as the thought ran through her mind, 'Betty will not let her position as Subaru's number one loli be stolen by some upstart, I suppose!'
With that declaration burning in her chest, she immediately latched onto Subaru's hand, squeezing it tightly as if claiming territory, and loudly demanded, "Betty wants a kiss as well, I suppose!"
Subaru blinked, caught between bewilderment and resignation as Gloria continued to rest her full weight on his torso, practically pinning him to the bed.
He didn't even get the chance to react before Reina, who had been observing the chaotic scene with calm silence, gently took Subaru's free hand.
Without a word, she lifted it and placed a small kiss on his palm—soft, precise, and intimate in a way that shut down Beatrice's noisy bravado and drew Subaru's attention instantly.
From the side, Echidna watched all of this unfold like it was the most entertaining tea party she'd seen in decades.
A smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she remarked with a teasing tone, "My, my… It seems our dear Zero has unknowingly assembled himself a proper little harem."
Subaru exhaled and finally managed to get his feet under him, pushing himself upright even as his legs complained from Gloria's earlier weight, though there was no considerable Physical weight for him.
Gloria adjusted her position with casual entitlement, settling herself on his lap instead, her arms looping around his neck while she nuzzled her face into the crook between his shoulder and jaw.
Her tail—if she had one—would have been swishing smugly.
He didn't smile.
He didn't joke.
Instead, he fixed Echidna with a flat, serious stare and declared, "Sylphy is my daughter, and Betty is my little sister."
Echidna's grin faltered for a heartbeat.
"Oh," she muttered, the surprise actually genuine for once as the meaning sank in.
Then her expression shifted right back into that familiar smugness.
Her eyes scanned the group again, and with far too much satisfaction she pointed out, "You didn't say anything about me and Gloria though."
The air paused.
Gloria's arms tightened ever so slightly, and Beatrice's eyes twitched in jealousy while Reina's lips curved the smallest bit—quiet amusement hidden behind her calm demeanor.
Subaru released a long, tired sigh.
He hadn't corrected Echidna's assumption for a reason.
The truth was that he didn't exactly exclude either of them from that future possibility, because a part of him genuinely did see both Echidna and Gloria potentially becoming his women down the road.
That didn't mean it would be simple or straightforward.
In fact, if anything, it would be a nightmare of complications—especially in Echidna's case, and even more so for Gloria.
It wasn't that the idea of being romantically involved with a spirit was inherently taboo.
In this world, that sort of thing wasn't unheard of, and the rules governing relationships between humans and spirits were more flexible than outsiders assumed.
But Gloria constantly calling him "father" made the matter considerably more awkward than it needed to be, and that alone would require more than a few discussions before anyone could even begin to classify it as romantic.
And Echidna… well, Echidna was a special disaster all on her own.
Subaru could never ignore the fact that she was one of the central reasons his original life spiraled into an endless hell.
If he didn't possess the ability to double his strength each time he died—if he hadn't evolved into something beyond the limitations of the original timeline—he would have met the same miserable end as the original Natsuki Subaru, trapped, broken, and ultimately consumed by the madness of Return by Death.
Logically, Subaru knew this Echidna wasn't exactly the same one from that time period.
This version was technically different in identity and in circumstances, but that didn't change the fact that her schemes still had him penciled into the center like a mathematical constant.
She had even gone as far as preparing contingencies involving that idiot Aldebaran—though technically it was Natsuki Rigel in that equation.
Yes, Rigel.
The same Rigel who happened to be Natsuki Subaru's son born from the Sloth IF route.
That alone was an absurd piece of trivia, and the reason behind his existence was, if Subaru was being honest, more comedic than tragic—although it certainly leaned closer to the dark humor side of things.
Just thinking about it made Subaru pinch the bridge of his nose.
His entire existence was one giant knot, and Echidna had tied more than half of it herself.
Apparently, Echidna's grand strategy for Rigel was originally centered around preventing the Witch of Envy from going berserk in the first place.
That was Plan A.
Unfortunately, Rigel failed that objective—though in fairness, anyone sane would question how a single artificial son was supposed to deter Satella's wrath.
Since the Witch of Greed never liked admitting her plans were flawed, she immediately shifted to Plan B: damage control.
Plan B was less about saving the world and more about saving Subaru specifically.
Echidna's logic was that if Subaru couldn't prevent the tragedy, then at the very least someone had to spare him from drowning in endless suffering.
Her idea of 'sparing' him meant sending him back to his original world so he wouldn't have to keep dying again and again like a defective looped recording.
A strangely altruistic motive by her standards—though with Echidna, altruism always came packaged with twenty layers of self-interest.
And that was why she named the boy "Natsuki Rigel."
It was a symbolic tie, and she absolutely refused to admit the other meaning behind it.
Deep down, she fully considered Rigel to be the son between herself and Subaru.
In her mind, the math already checked out: Subaru's genetics + her creation = a legitimate offspring.
Simple, efficient, and suitably insane by Witch standards.
Yes, the Witch of Greed was utterly unhinged.
She had gone as far as manufacturing an artificial child from Subaru's genetic material solely so she could claim a tangible connection to him.
It wasn't romance, or so she claimed.
It was just "logical compatibility" and "optimal data generation," which in Echidna-speak roughly translated to "I wanted a child with him, and no one could stop me."
Thinking back on it made Subaru freeze in place.
He was only eighteen—barely a legal adult by modern standards—and yet he had somehow accumulated daughters and sons, two extremely aggressive wives already fighting for his affection, and a concubine figure who believed her artificially engineered son was a perfectly reasonable anchor to bind her to Subaru for eternity.
Even Subaru had to concede that this was absurd on every measurable level.
His so-called "Non-Human Harem Protagonist Aura: EX" skill was stupidly strong.
Honestly, at this point it felt like the universe itself was conspiring to fulfill the worst-kept trope in fantasy literature: "teen boy isekai'd and accidentally forms a multiracial, multi-species harem."
Except Subaru never asked for the trope and was now living its consequences in 4K.
Once the chaotic tension settled, Subaru lightly tapped Gloria on the backside—just enough force to get her attention, not enough to be inappropriate, though Gloria would undoubtedly preferred if it was inappropriate.
It was his silent signal for her to get off his lap.
Gloria obeyed instantly, and before anyone could blink, she vanished from his immediate vicinity.
The next moment she was standing on the opposite side of the room with perfect posture and a composed expression, as if she had been there the entire time.
The sudden relocation was so abrupt that the others froze mid-thought.
Even Subaru had to double-take.
For all his confidence and improvements, he had to admit that Gloria's mastery over her Light Travel ability had been climbing at an alarming rate.
Her acceleration was no longer just a neat parlor trick; it was genuine combat-form speed.
If Gloria ever decided to strike instead of relocate, even Subaru wouldn't be able to mount a proper defense in time.
Only Reina possessed the reflexes and reaction speed necessary to track Gloria's movement reliably.
That fact alone spoke volumes about how dangerous Gloria had become.
She wasn't merely a Great Spirit of Light in name—Gloria was practically the embodiment of speed itself, a living physical law wrapped in a girl's form.
With Gloria now out of his lap and no longer clinging to him, Subaru finally turned his attention back to the two small spirits who had been waiting rather impatiently.
He guided both of them closer, one held delicately in each arm, and pressed a kiss onto each of their foreheads in turn.
It wasn't romantic; it was affectionate and familial, the way a parent would comfort a child.
Sylphy's expression blossomed into pure satisfaction, her eyes practically sparkling as she leaned into the touch.
Beatrice, meanwhile, tried to maintain her usual composure, but the smugness radiating off her was impossible to hide due to Subaru kissing her forehead first.
Her posture straightened, chin tilted upward, eyes half-lidded with pride—classic Beatrice behavior when she believed she had secured an advantage over her competition.
Subaru's gaze shifted toward his wife, Reina, who stood a short distance away with her arms crossed and a faint pout tugging at her lips.
She didn't say a word, but the expression alone conveyed everything she was thinking.
Subaru didn't even pretend to be surprised.
Instead, he leaned toward her without hesitation, closing the space between them in a smooth motion.
Reina's pout disappeared instantly.
Her eyes fluttered shut just as Subaru's lips pressed firmly against hers.
The contact was decisive—no testing, no hesitation, just an immediate claim.
But Reina wasn't the type to let a kiss end as a simple peck.
Before Subaru could pull away, she slid one hand up to his shoulder and the other around the back of his neck, pulling him closer with unexpected force.
Her lips parted, and her tongue slipped past Subaru's teeth with practiced confidence, tracing along his own tongue as if asserting her dominance in their exchange.
The kiss deepened fast—messy, warm, and intimate.
She savored him, sucked lightly on his saliva, and drew out the kiss far beyond the point of modesty.
Neither of them broke for air for over two straight minutes, until Subaru finally reached up and patted her gently on the head.
That single gesture worked like a signal.
Reina reluctantly pulled back, a thin string of saliva briefly bridging the gap between their mouths before it snapped and faded.
Her breathing was heavier, her cheeks tinted with color, and her expression looked far more pleased than before.
"Lewd," Sylphy commented in a matter-of-fact tone, as if making a simple observation about the weather.
Echidna, meanwhile, stared at the scene with a distant expression.
It wasn't the shock or jealousy that one might expect; instead, there was a heavy air of déjà vu surrounding her.
She had witnessed scenes like this more times than she could count—scenes of passion, devotion, and reckless affection.
Watching Subaru and Reina now pulled memories from deep within her, memories of Flugel and Echidna's own love, from the era when Subaru bore the title of The Great Sage.
For a moment, her eyes seemed to see a different room and a different time entirely.
Echidna's chest tightened as she watched the kiss unfold.
There was always a heavy feeling coiled inside her during moments like these—heavy with longing, with envy, and with a shameful kind of arousal she never cared to admit out loud.
Seeing Subaru make out with another woman did something to her.
It ignited a desire that she kept buried beneath composure and intellect, a hunger for him to treat her with the same intensity, the same focus, the same possessive affection.
She would never confess it, but she had pleasured herself more times than she cared to count while imagining Subaru pinning her beneath him and breeding her without restraint, treating her body like a vessel meant only for his seed.
The thought alone made her hips subtly squeeze together, the tiniest physical betrayal of her composure.
'Is it wrong for me to be greedy for the seed of someone else's man?' Echidna often questioned herself like that, as if the answer would suddenly absolve her.
But after a few seconds of contemplation, she always dismissed it with the same logic.
If Subaru already had a number one in his heart, then the mere possibility that he might choose her as his number two—or even number three—meant that he possessed a heart capable of love that wasn't limited to a single person.
That alone was enough for her to find comfort in the idea of sharing.
To Echidna, the priority wasn't being the sole woman in his world.
It was the fact that if he loved someone deeply and still chose her alongside that number one, then she would be acknowledged and desired in a way that mattered.
Even if another woman claimed the majority of his affection, Echidna was content with the portion that remained.
It was greedy, but it was also honest.
Unfortunately, the actions of her dead counterpart had poisoned the well.
Subaru's reluctance toward her wasn't baseless, and it wasn't shallow.
There were wounds and grudges there, and she had yet to reach the point where Subaru would even consider pressing her down and claiming her as a mate.
That privilege was still far from her grasp.
But even so… he wasn't rejecting her outright anymore.
He wasn't pushing her away with disgust or hostility.
He was accepting her—slowly, cautiously, one step at a time.
And for Echidna, that slow acceptance was proof that one day she would carve out a portion of his heart that was hers alone.
A small, private smile curled at the corner of her lips as she thought, 'Just a little more… someday.'
…
After finishing breakfast with everyone, Subaru headed out to inspect his factory operations.
The facility had been constructed on the outskirts of Arlam Village and was now fully staffed.
Rows of new dorm buildings had been built nearby to house the workers, most of whom were women originally taken from Regulus' so-called harem—although Subaru preferred to think of it as "liberated," even if the whole situation was… complicated.
Now it was harem Company of Subaru.
Ahem.
Subaru arrived at the main entrance accompanied by Otto, who was busy flipping through ledgers and muttering about production quotas.
The moment the pair stepped inside, the entire working floor noticed their presence.
Tools were set aside, machinery slowed to a halt, and conversations died mid-sentence.
Within seconds, the women abandoned their assigned tasks and converged on Subaru like a flock of hungry birds spotting fresh bread.
"Lord Zero! I missed you so much!" one cried, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Lord Zero! Please impregnate me!" shouted another with zero hesitation, earning several raised eyebrows.
"Lord Zero! Please farm me!" added a third, waving her hand as if she were volunteering for a potluck instead of making a very bold reproductive request.
The shameless declarations rippled through the factory floor as more women pressed closer, forming a chaotic semi-circle around Subaru.
Their unabashed enthusiasm caused a few of the quieter workers—who still retained a shred of modesty—to exchange looks of disbelief.
Those more reserved women muttered under their breath, expressions halfway between judgmental and impressed.
"Shameless," one of them hissed, averting her gaze.
"Completely without shame," another agreed, though her ears were turning red, betraying her curiosity.
Otto silently closed his ledger, already accepting that whatever inspection he had planned was about to be derailed.
Of course, many of the quieter women judging their bolder coworkers weren't much better themselves.
If given the actual chance to spend a night with "Lord Zero," not a single one of them would step backward.
They might blush, hesitate, or pretend to be above such shameless displays, but when push came to shove, they would absolutely leap into the same line as the others.
Otto, meanwhile, tried valiantly to get between Subaru and the tidal wave of adoring employees.
He raised his voice, waved his arms, and attempted to remind them all that he was technically their Vice President and that decorum existed for a reason.
Unfortunately for Otto, the women collectively decided decorum was irrelevant and he was promptly shoved aside like an inconvenient piece of furniture.
Otto stumbled, nearly dropping his ledger, and stared wide-eyed as the crowd ignored his authority completely.
(A/N: Bro your sacrifice will not got to vain!)
Subaru rubbed at his temples, attempting to stave off the headache brewing behind his eyes.
The cluster of women pressed in around him, rubbing against him with boundless enthusiasm and no personal space whatsoever.
Several grabbed his hands—one by each finger if they had to—and began rubbing their own hands along his arms as if worshiping a sacred relic.
If Subaru hadn't consciously spread his hands out and away from his torso, some of them would have happily pressed their chests against him without a shred of hesitation.
What bothered him wasn't the flirting or desperation; it was the disrespect toward Otto.
Otto represented legitimate authority within the factory and the broader organization, and normally Subaru would have snapped at anyone who disregarded the chain of command so blatantly.
Under any other circumstances, he would have given them a stern piece of his mind.
But these weren't normal circumstances.
These were women who had been utterly broken by Regulus, stripped of agency, separated from their families, and left with nothing but trauma.
To them, Subaru wasn't merely a handsome man or a boss—he had become the reason they kept moving forward, the only anchor they recognized after losing everything else.
They clung to him with an intensity born from desperation, not simple lust.
Yeah… things were far from ideal.
But compared to how they had been, they were improving.
Slowly, unevenly, awkwardly—yet undeniably improving.
A few of the women had begun forming genuine friendships with the villagers.
One or two had even developed quiet crushes on some of the men in the village.
Subaru kept an eye on those cases personally, not because he wanted to interfere with their happiness, but because he wanted to be absolutely sure those men weren't taking advantage of women who were still emotionally fragile and mentally recovering.
In his heart, Subaru viewed these former "Regulus brides" as his sisters—every single one of them.
He had never entertained the fantasy of building a massive harem large enough to form its own clan or household.
The idea itself felt absurd to him.
And more importantly, he understood that aside from a rare handful who genuinely held romantic feelings for him, most of the women didn't actually love him in the romantic sense.
They simply saw him as their savior, their protector, their hero—the only stable figure they had left in a life stripped bare of family, future, and purpose.
With no one else left to rely on, they tried to carve a permanent place for themselves in his world, believing that if they secured that spot, their last source of stability wouldn't vanish.
Some were even willing to go as far as bearing his children, not out of lust or true love, but out of fear—fear that he might leave if they didn't bind him to them in some tangible way.
To them, pregnancy wasn't about romance or desire; it was a desperate strategy to ensure he would stay, care, and protect.
Subaru understood how twisted and broken that reasoning was.
Their affection mirrored Reina's dependency on him in some superficial ways, but it lacked Reina's depth or authenticity.
It wasn't real love—it was survival instinct disguised as passion.
Because of that, Subaru made a decision.
He would give them time—years, if necessary.
Time for their minds to stabilize, for grief to settle, and for dependency to fade into something healthier.
If, after all that time, any of them still held genuine feelings for him—feelings that weren't rooted in trauma or desperation—then he would be willing to consider them.
Until then, all he could do was watch over them as a brother, not a lover.
He owed them at least that much.
Subaru couldn't help but sigh internally as he tried to calm them down.
No matter how much he tried to maintain order or keep things grounded, the universe seemed determined to steer him straight toward a harem ending.
At this point, even he had to admit that resistance was starting to look pointless.
Once he finally gathered his composure, Subaru raised his voice and put a stop to the frenzy of affection swirling around him.
The women halted their rampage with varying degrees of reluctance.
He then made a point to reprimand them—firmly but not harshly—for shoving Otto aside like he was a disposable desk ornament.
Otto responded with a weary, defeated smile that said he was used to this kind of humiliation by now, even if he never asked for it.
With order restored, Subaru shifted gears into inspection mode.
He moved through the factory floor, checked the status of the machinery, reviewed inventory in the warehouse, and confirmed that production targets were being met.
The women, once calmed, demonstrated that they were efficient workers despite their chaotic enthusiasm toward their employer.
After finishing his inspection, Subaru gathered everyone together and praised them for their hard work and diligence.
Then, in a move that made the entire factory freeze for a heartbeat, he announced that their salaries would be increased by twenty percent.
The reaction was immediate—cheers, gasps, and borderline celebrations as joy rippled across the crowd.
Even the more reserved workers couldn't keep their composure, and Otto had to struggle just to get them to return to their posts.
"Man, that was hectic," Subaru muttered under his breath once he was finally free of the building.
Without wasting time, he activated his teleportation and vanished from Arlam Village, reappearing a moment later inside the headquarters of his company located in the Royal Capital.
The shift from factory chaos to polished office decor was abrupt, almost comically so.
The office itself was directly linked to the teleportation hub Subaru had constructed deep within the forest.
That hub served as the logistical heart of his entire operation.
Resources and goods his company sourced from across the continent—including shipments from Kararagi, Gusteko, and even smaller territories—were transported through the hub in bulk.
From there, they were sent out to retail partners and storefronts located in regions where market prices for those same goods were significantly higher, ensuring a steady and considerable profit margin.
To keep the system functioning, Subaru had already hired a substantial number of workers from the slums and poorer districts.
Many of them had never held stable employment before, and now they were involved in packaging, routing, accounting, and distribution, giving them skills and income they desperately needed.
Before starting, each recruit signed a confidentiality agreement that forbade them from speaking about the teleportation network to anyone outside the company.
The secrecy wasn't optional.
Until Emilia won the royal selection and secured the political leverage needed to protect this innovation, the teleportation hub had to remain hidden.
If knowledge of its existence leaked prematurely, other factions would try to sabotage it, steal it, or weaponize it for economic warfare, and if they did which they will absolutely try to do.
Subaru will be forced to destroy them, so he was not saving himself but rather them from his and Reina's wrath.
At present, the hub was officially classified as being in the "testing stage," though in reality it was already capable of handling large-scale trade.
Subaru was well aware that once the system was fully implemented and released into the world, it would obliterate several existing industries overnight.
Merchant companies relying on caravans, shipping routes, and bonded warehouses would collapse under the weight of instant transport.
Traveling agencies, mercenary escorts, and long-distance guardsmen would lose most of their business as well.
It would rewrite the economic landscape of the kingdom.
But that was a problem for the future.
Subaru mentally shelved the thought, deciding it wasn't worth worrying about until Emilia's victory was secured and the political fallout could be managed properly.
"My Lord, you have arrived," Reina said the moment Subaru materialized.
She was already waiting for him at the office entrance, having anticipated his teleportation to the Capital.
Subaru reached out and ruffled her hair without hesitation, his expression softening into a genuine smile.
"It always feels strangely empty when you're not at my side," Subaru admitted, the corners of his mouth lifting a bit more as he spoke.
Reina's cheeks warmed and she let out a light giggle, "Hehe," unable to hide how pleased she was by the simple affection.
The sentiment might have sounded dramatic coming from someone else, but for Subaru and Reina it was normal—just another quiet acknowledgment of how deeply intertwined they had become over time.
With the brief greeting out of the way, Subaru shifted gears and began his capital inspection.
He checked in on the storefronts, reviewed sales numbers, cross-referenced ledgers, and evaluated how well each branch manager was handling operations.
Reina accompanied him without complaint, acting as both support and second set of eyes, occasionally whispering observations when she caught something Subaru missed.
To be continued...
(A/N: Subaru can be a supercomputer if he wants but most of the time he keeps his brain free, using most of his superintelligence in his Aura and Psychic Sense)
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