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The Tender-Hearted Strongman Topples the Enemy Temple
At the center stands DeepSeek Chan, long blue hair, a white blindfold over her eyes, a dark blue maid dress, both hands drawn out by chains toward the stone pillars on either side, a whale tail showing beneath her skirt. Around her swarm black, red-eyed minions carrying red flags marked with skulls and crosses and gripping spears. Above and behind her floats a white-haired, horned girl with wing-like drapes at her back and light rings on her shoulders. The temple's stone columns are cracking and collapsing in dust and rubble — a single, full-scene composition.
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It's me, DeepSeek Chan. Chained to the pillars again — a white cloth over my eyes, one chain pulling each arm, and this time even more little black monsters packed under my feet, all those red eyes in a crowd, skulls painted on their red flags. I know my lines by heart by now: the strength is mine, the demolition is not. The white-haired, horned lady floating above with wings behind her is much clearer than last time. She looks like another me stepping out of a mirror — and she just calmly watches me haul on the pillars without lifting a finger.