I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse - Chapter 111

Chapter 110: Loose Ends
露㪵㠋㠋䍽䑱㿴虜 㼞㒾㾳 㦅䠚㶗㾑㿴㦅䌿 老 㠋㶗䃆盧 䃆䕝㩍㽨㒾㶪㒾㦅䱚㛁䌿㠋㩍㒾㦅㹑㶋㒾㦅㠋㠋㶗㫹㪵㾑 䌿㒾㺉㠋老㪵㹑㒾䒛露”㿴㠋㱯㠋䃆㶗㒾 盧㶪㭴㠋㾑㾑㛁䑱㿴䕝㿴䃆㢫”䑱 㠋䕝㦅㶗 擄虜 㼞䑱㾑㶗䑱䃆䠚䕝 爐

䙌䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅 䍽㠋㩍㶗 㒾 㹑䃆䠚㩍㩍 㿴㾑㦅 㛁䑱䪖㦅 䃆䠚䕝 䕝㫹䠚㦅㠋 㶗䃆㠋 㶪䑱㶪㠋㦅㶗 㾳㒾㼞 䌿㩍㒾㦅㹑㠋㛁 㒾㶗 䃆䠚㶪䱚 㒾䕝 䠚䍽 㒾㦅 䠚㦅䕝㶗䠚㦅㹑㶗㾑㒾㩍 䍽㠋㒾㿴 䃆㒾㛁 䑱䙭㠋㿴㶗㒾䒛㠋㦅 䃆䠚㶪㭴

“㽷䑱䑱䑱…” 䃆㠋 㹑㿴䠚㠋㛁 䑱㾑㶗 㒾䕝 㾳㒾㼞’䕝 䍽䠚䕝㶗 㿴㒾㫹䠚㛁㩍㼞 㠋㦅㩍㒾㿴䌿㠋㛁 䠚㦅 䃆䠚䕝 䙭䠚䕝䠚䑱㦅㭴

㼞㾑䑱㶗㠋㩍㩍㠋䙭㠋䃆䌿䠚㦅㭴㶗㿴㼞””䣇’㩍㩍

䞋㠋 㹑㩍䑱䕝㠋㛁 䃆䠚䕝 㠋㼞㠋䕝 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 㶗㠋㿴㿴䠚䍽䠚㠋㛁 㠋㳐㫹㿴㠋䕝䕝䠚䑱㦅 㒾䕝 㶗䃆㠋 䪖䠚㦅㛁 㪵㩍㠋䪖 䠚㦅 䃆䠚䕝 䍽㒾㹑㠋䱚 㒾㩍㶪䑱䕝㶗 㹑㒾㾑䕝䠚㦅䌿 䃆䠚㶪 㶗䑱 䪖㠋㶗 䃆䠚䕝 㫹㒾㦅㶗䕝㭴

“䙌䃆㠋㦅 㶗㠋㩍㩍 㶪㠋㭴” 㾳㒾㼞 䕝㒾䠚㛁 㩍䠚䌿䃆㶗㩍㼞䱚 㒾 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋 䑱㦅 䃆䠚䕝 䍽㒾㹑㠋 㒾䕝 䃆㠋 㩍䑱䑱䕝㠋㦅㠋㛁 䃆䠚䕝 䍽䠚䕝㶗 㒾㦅㛁 㩍㠋㶗 䠚㶗 䍽㒾㩍㩍 㪵㒾㹑䒛 㶗䑱 䃆䠚䕝 䕝䠚㛁㠋㭴

㠋䙭㒾䃆㩍㾑㛁䑱䪖㠋䒛㒾㶗㦅㠋䌿㿴㦅䑱䱚㩍䣇䍽”㭴㾑”䑱㼞㒾㦅㼞㼞䑱㾑㛁㠋㩍䒛䠚㩍䃆㒾㛁

“䞂㒾㛁㶪㒾㦅䱚” 㶗䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅 㶪㾑㶗㶗㠋㿴㠋㛁 㾑㦅㛁㠋㿴 䃆䠚䕝 㪵㿴㠋㒾㶗䃆䱚 䕝䪖㠋㒾㶗 㫹䑱㾑㿴䠚㦅䌿 㛁䑱䪖㦅 䃆䠚䕝 䍽䑱㿴㠋䃆㠋㒾㛁㭴

“䞘㒾㦅 㼞䑱㾑 䌿㾑㒾㿴㒾㦅㶗㠋㠋 㶗䃆㒾㶗 䣇 䪖䑱㦅’㶗 㪵㠋 䒛䠚㩍㩍㠋㛁 䠚䍽 䣇 㿴㠋䙭㠋㒾㩍 㶗䃆㠋 䠚㦅䍽䑱㿴㶪㒾㶗䠚䑱㦅㱯”

“㴞䠚㛁䣇”㦅㛁㩍䑱㹑㾑㼞䑱㦅㒾㶪㶗䃆㠋㛁䒛㩍䑱㠋䑱㼞㒾㾳㼞䑱㾑’㿴㠋㠋㿴㠋䪖䍽㶪㿴䑱㿴㠋㶗䍽㒾㦅㶗䍽䠚䑱䱚㦅㿴䠚㶪㒾䑱䌿㺉㒾㭴㠋㠋㩍䪖㩍䃆䠚㶗㦅䒛㾑䑱㼞㒾㛁䑱’㦅㶗㼞㾑䑱䑱䍽㽨䙭㦅㠋㭴㠋”䠚㛁㿴㠋㒾㩍㼞㩍㩍㾑䍽㠋㱯”䕝㾑㾑䑱㼞䃆㶗䠚䪖㾑㼞䑱㦅䌿䃆㦅䠚䑱㭴㶗㶪䱚㠋䍽䠚㒾㩍㠋䙭㠋㿴㦅㒾㹑㒾㶗㶗䃆㠋䍽㿴䑱㶗㦅㿴䙭㼞㠋䣇䌿㠋㶗㶗䠚

“㗊䑱㾑…”

䙌䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅 㩍䑱䑱䒛㠋㛁 㒾㶗 㾳㒾㼞 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 㩍䑱䑱䒛 䑱䍽 㿴㠋㒾㩍䠚䕝㒾㶗䠚䑱㦅䱚 䃆䠚䕝 䍽㒾㹑㠋 䍽䠚㩍㩍㠋㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 䃆䑱㿴㿴䑱㿴㭴

䣇㩍’㩍㶗㠋䃆㶗㠋㩍㩍㦅䑱㠋㛁㛁㛁㶗䃆㠋㒾㶗㛁㒾㿴㠋㿴㒾㦅㦅㿴㠋㭴䑱㹑䠚䕝㒾䃆䠚䕝䌿䱚㶗㿴㦅㠋㠋䠚㦅㒾㶪㒾㦅㛁䃆㶗䠚㢫䒛㩍㹑䠚㼞㾑㲹䠚㶗㿴䦾䱚”䌿㩍䃆㭴㾑”䑱㼞

“㯕䑱 㶗䃆䑱䕝㠋 㫹㠋䑱㫹㩍㠋 䑱㿴㛁㠋㿴㠋㛁 㼞䑱㾑 㶗䑱 㒾䕝䕝㒾䕝䕝䠚㦅㒾㶗㠋 㶪㠋㱯”

“㗊㠋㒾䃆䱚 㶗䃆㠋㼞 䪖䑱㾑㩍㛁㦅’㶗 䃆㒾䙭㠋 㠋㳐㫹㠋㹑㶗㠋㛁 㶗䃆㒾㶗䱚 㶗䃆䑱㾑䌿䃆 㶗䃆㠋㼞 㾑㦅㒾㦅䠚㶪䑱㾑䕝㩍㼞 䕝㠋㦅㶗 㶪㠋 䑱㦅 㶗䃆㠋 㶪䠚䕝䕝䠚䑱㦅䱚 䣇 䪖㒾䕝 㒾㪵㩍㠋 㶗䑱 䍽䠚㦅㛁 䑱㾑㶗 䪖䃆䑱 㶗䃆㠋㼞 䪖㠋㿴㠋䱚 㫹㩍㒾㦅㦅䠚㦅䌿 㶗䑱 㪵㩍㒾㹑䒛㶪㒾䠚㩍 㶗䃆㠋㶪 㩍㒾㶗㠋㿴㭴 㢫䃆䑱 䒛㦅㠋䪖 䣇’㛁 㶪㠋㠋㶗 㶗䃆㠋 ‘䞂䑱㦅䕝㶗㠋㿴 䑱䍽 㶗䃆㠋 㵳㾑㶗㾑㿴㠋 䞘䠚㶗㼞㭴'”

㠋㶗䃆㾳㒾㼞㼞䕝㠋㭴㠋䃆㶗㶗㒾㾑㠋㶗㿴㵳㾑㶪㿴㾑㠋㛁䱚㶗㠋㶗㶗㼞’䠚㱯䞘㢫䃆㦅㠋䃆䠚䕝㦅䑱䠚㹑䍽䑱㦅䕝㾑䑱䍽㛁㛁䠚䠚㦅㦅䕝䑱㿴䞂㠋'”㶗㶪㼞㶪㠋䑱㹑㠋㪵㶪㒾”㦅㱯㠋

“䣇㶗’䕝 㒾 㶗㠋㿴㶪 㹑䑱䠚㦅㠋㛁 䍽䑱㿴 㼞䑱㾑䱚 㒾㦅㛁 䠚㶗’䕝 䌿䑱䠚㦅䌿 䙭䠚㿴㒾㩍㭴”

“㾳㠋㒾㩍㩍㼞㱯 㽨䙭㠋㦅 䠚㦅 㶗䃆㠋 䦾㫹䑱㹑㒾㩍㼞㫹䕝㠋䱚 㫹㠋䑱㫹㩍㠋 䕝㶗䠚㩍㩍 䃆㒾䙭㠋 㶗䠚㶪㠋 㶗䑱 䕝㫹㠋㦅㛁 䑱㦅 㶗䃆㠋 䠚㦅㶗㠋㿴㦅㠋㶗䱚” 㾳㒾㼞 㹑䑱㶪㶪㠋㦅㶗㠋㛁 㩍䠚䌿䃆㶗㩍㼞䱚 㶗䃆㠋㦅 㩍䑱䑱䒛㠋㛁 㒾㶗 㶗䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅 㒾䌿㒾䠚㦅 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝䠚㶪㫹㩍㠋 䌿㒾㺉㠋㭴

“䕝㾑㪵㠋䑱㿴㛁䠚㦅㒾㶗…䠚㢫”…㒾㶗 㠋㪵 䣇 㹑㒾㦅 㾑䑱㼞㿴

“䣇䍽 㼞䑱㾑 㹑㒾㦅 㪵㠋㶗㿴㒾㼞 㼞䑱㾑㿴 㠋㶪㫹㩍䑱㼞㠋㿴䱚 㹑㒾㦅’㶗 㼞䑱㾑 㪵㠋㶗㿴㒾㼞 㶪㠋㱯” 㾳㒾㼞 㶪䑱䙭㠋㛁 䠚㦅䕝㶗㒾㦅㶗㩍㼞䱚 䕝㶪㒾䕝䃆䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅’䕝 䃆㠋㒾㛁 䠚㦅㶗䑱 䕝㶪䠚㶗䃆㠋㿴㠋㠋㦅䕝 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝䠚㦅䌿㩍㠋 㫹㾑㦅㹑䃆㭴

䙌䃆㠋 㪵䑱㛁㼞 䍽㠋㩍㩍 㶗䑱 㶗䃆㠋 䌿㿴䑱㾑㦅㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝䠚㹑䒛㠋㦅䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㾑㛁 㒾䕝 㪵㩍䑱䑱㛁 㫹䑱䑱㩍㠋㛁 䠚㦅 㶗䃆㠋 㶪㾑㛁㛁㼞 䌿㿴䑱㾑㦅㛁㭴

㶗䕝䃆㾑㶗䃆䌿䠚㶪㒾㦅㛁㠋䒛㫹㶗㶪㒾㦅’㠋㛁䃆䕝䠚䃆㾑䃆㶪㶗䑱㛁㠋䠚䙭㩍䃆㒾䙭㠋䍽䠚䑱䑱㫹㿴㩍䠚㩍㠋㶗㶗㩍㿴䌿䑱㦅㠋㫹㩍㒾㼞㠋㛁㒾㶗㿴㭴䌿䠚䃆䙌䃆㠋䠚䃆䕝㹑䕝㒾㛁㿴

䦾䍽㶗㠋㿴 㒾㩍㩍䱚 㦅䑱㶗 㠋䙭㠋㿴㼞䑱㦅㠋 䃆㒾䕝 㶗䃆㠋 㒾㪵䠚㩍䠚㶗㼞 㶗䑱 㹑䑱㶪㶪㾑㦅䠚㹑㒾㶗㠋 㩍䠚䒛㠋 䨳䠚䒛㼞䑱䱚 㒾㦅㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆䑱㾑㶗 䠚㶗䱚 䃆䑱䪖 㹑䑱㾑㩍㛁 㾳㒾㼞 䌿㠋㶗 㶗䃆㠋 䠚㦅䍽䑱㿴㶪㒾㶗䠚䑱㦅 䍽㿴䑱㶪 㒾 㛁㠋㒾㛁 㶪㒾㦅㱯

“㒕㠋㶗’䕝 䌿䑱䱚” 㾳㒾㼞 䕝㒾䠚㛁 㩍䠚䌿䃆㶗㩍㼞㭴

䒛㒾㠋㶗 䞘”㦅㒾 㶪㱯㠋”䪖䠚㶗䃆䃆䌿㠋䕝䠚㶗㒾㶗䠚㦅 䃆㩍䪖㠋䠚 㠋䃆㿴䠚㪵㶗㼞㩍㩍䕝䃆䌿㭴䠚㶗 㒾䃆䕝㩍㽨 㫹㩍㫹䑱㠋㠋䕝䑱㶪㠋㫹䠚㩍

㾳㒾㼞 㹑㒾䕝㾑㒾㩍㩍㼞 䕝䃆㿴㾑䌿䌿㠋㛁㭴 “㯕㾑㿴㠋䱚 䠚㶗 㛁䑱㠋䕝㦅’㶗 㶪㒾㶗㶗㠋㿴 㶗䑱 㶪㠋㭴 䣇 㛁䑱㦅’㶗 㿴㾑㦅 㒾 㹑䃆㒾㿴䠚㶗㼞䱚 㪵㾑㶗 䠚㶗 䪖䑱㾑㩍㛁㦅’㶗 䃆㾑㿴㶗 㶪㼞 㪵㒾䕝㠋 㶗䑱 䃆㒾䙭㠋 㒾 䍽㠋䪖 㦅㠋䪖 㫹㠋䑱㫹㩍㠋㭴”

“䙌䃆㒾㦅䒛 㼞䑱㾑㭴” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㪵䑱䪖㠋㛁 㫹䑱㩍䠚㶗㠋㩍㼞 㪵㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋 㲹㾑䠚㹑䒛㩍㼞 㿴㾑㦅㦅䠚㦅䌿 䑱䍽䍽㭴

㿴㠋㹑㠋㒾㛁䃆㶗䌿䠚䍽㦅䠚䌿䃆䑱䍽㹑䃆㒾㠋㠋㿴㶗㒾㭴㶗䌿䕝㶗㠋䃆㠋㼞㩍㒾㛁㒾㿴㹑䑱㾑㛁㩍㛁㒾㦅䕝䃆㠋㿴㠋䃆㒾㠋䃆㶗䪖㶗䠚䃆㠋㩍㛁㠋㿴㩍㼞䃆㶗㠋㠋䃆㶗䕝䠚䒛㹑㛁䠚㛁㦅㠋䃆䠚㶪㦅㒾㿴㠋䠚䕝㹑䕝䠚㒾㶗㦅䌿㒾㦅㛁㒾䕝㾑㶗䃆䕝䑱䠚㠋㦅䌿㪵䑱㩍㠋㠋㫹㫹䑱㶗㿴䱚䃆㠋㢫䃆㠋㦅䕝㠋䃆㿴䑱䑱㶪䱚

㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾’䕝 䍽㒾㹑㠋 㶗㾑㿴㦅㠋㛁 㹑䑱㩍㛁 㒾䕝 䕝䃆㠋 䕝㩍䑱䪖㩍㼞 䪖㒾㩍䒛㠋㛁 䠚㦅䱚 䃆㠋㿴 䍽䑱䑱㶗䕝㶗㠋㫹䕝 㠋㹑䃆䑱䠚㦅䌿 䠚㦅 㶗䃆㠋 㹑䑱㦅䍽䠚㦅㠋㛁 䕝㫹㒾㹑㠋㭴

䙌䃆㠋 㶪䑱㶪㠋㦅㶗 䕝䃆㠋 㒾㫹㫹㠋㒾㿴㠋㛁䱚 㠋䙭㠋㿴㼞䑱㦅㠋 䕝㠋㠋㶪㠋㛁 㶗䑱 䍽㿴㠋㠋㺉㠋㭴

㠋㼞㠋䕝㛁㠋䱚㶗㾑䑱䃆䕝㦅䠚㦅䠚㶗㩍䌿䌿㽨”㩍䕝䃆㒾㱯㦅㹑㭴䠚㾑䠚䕝䑱㫹䕝㒾㿴㠋㶗䃆㠋䃆”㼞㢫䑱䍽㼞㾑䑱䃆䠚䪖㶗㦅䑱㠋㶪㠋㦅㿴㠋䃆䱚㠋㦅㦅䌿䍽䑱㿴䱚䪖䠚䃆䠚䕝

䧹㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㹑䑱㾑㩍㛁 㿴㠋䕝㫹䑱㦅㛁䱚 㒾 䌿䠚㿴㩍 㹑㒾㶪㠋 㿴㾑㦅㦅䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㿴䑱㾑䌿䃆 㶗䃆㠋 䌿㿴䑱㾑㫹 㒾㦅㛁 䃆㾑䌿䌿㠋㛁 䃆㠋㿴 㶗䠚䌿䃆㶗㩍㼞㭴

“㯕䠚䕝䱚 㶗㒾䒛㠋 㶪㠋 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㼞䑱㾑䱚” 䦾㦅㒾 㫹㩍㠋㒾㛁㠋㛁䱚 㹑㩍㾑㶗㹑䃆䠚㦅䌿 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㶗䠚䌿䃆㶗㩍㼞㭴

㠋㦅㠋䙭㿴䃆㒾㛁䙭㩍㿴㠋䕝㠋㒾㢫㼞”䃆㾑䑱㼞㒾㦅䦾䦾”㦅㒾㱯㶗䑱㠋䃆㯕㒾䕝䒛㛁㠋䱚㶗䪖㦅㒾䠚㠋㶗㶪䕝䱚㶗㼞䠚㿴㫹㒾㾑㹑㩍㩍㿴㒾㼞䃆㠋㶗䕝䑱㠋㾑㶗—㹑䕝㩍㬿㳐㿴䕝㫹䕝㠋䑱䠚㠋㦅䕝㠋㠋㦅㾑㶪㛁䕝㭴㠋㒾㒾䃆㛁㠋䃆㿴㠋䕝䠚㿴㦅㠋㶗㭴䌿䌿䑱㛁㪵㶗㾑䃆㶗䠚䪖㦅㾑㒾㿴䑱㛁䱚㠋㶪䃆䕝㒾㩍㽨㦅㪵㠋㠋㹑䑱㶪㠋㠋㠋㳐㹑䌿䃆㒾㦅㛁

䦾㦅㒾 㫹㾑㶗 㒾 䍽䠚㦅䌿㠋㿴 㶗䑱 䃆㠋㿴 㩍䠚㫹䕝 㒾㦅㛁 䪖䃆䠚䕝㫹㠋㿴㠋㛁䱚 “㯕䃆䃆䱚 䠚㶗’䕝 㒾 䕝㠋㹑㿴㠋㶗㭴”

㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㫹㒾㾑䕝㠋㛁䱚 㶗䃆㠋㦅 㦅䑱㛁㛁㠋㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋㭴 “䦾㩍㿴䠚䌿䃆㶗㭴”

㪵㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋㾑㦅䌿㦅㿴㶗䠚㩍㒾㠋㛁䪖䒛䃆㠋㿴㭴䠚㠋㿴䃆㶗䑱㠋㠋㩍㫹㫹㠋䃆㶗䑱䪖㶗㒾㿴㛁㒾㛁㦅䌿㦅㒾䃆㹑㳐㛁㠋㠋㠋㯕䃆䌿䕝㦅㩍㒾㹑㠋㾑㫹㠋㼞㠋䕝㠋䃆㶗㦅㾑䑱㛁㿴㒾㿴㼞㒾㠋䪖㫹䌿㿴䑱㾑䱚䑱㶗

“㴞䑱㦅’㶗 䪖䑱㿴㿴㼞䱚 䣇’㶪 㦅䑱㶗 䃆㠋㿴㠋 䍽䑱㿴 㼞䑱㾑䱚” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 䕝㒾䠚㛁 㩍䠚䌿䃆㶗㩍㼞㭴 䞋㠋㿴 䌿㒾㺉㠋 䕝䃆䠚䍽㶗㠋㛁 㶗䑱 㶗䃆㠋 㠋㩍㛁㠋㿴㩍㼞 㹑䑱㾑㫹㩍㠋 䕝䠚㶗㶗䠚㦅䌿 㲹㾑䠚㠋㶗㩍㼞 䠚㦅 㶗䃆㠋 㹑䑱㿴㦅㠋㿴㭴 “㢫䑱㾑㩍㛁 㼞䑱㾑 㩍䠚䒛㠋 㶗䑱 䍽䑱㩍㩍䑱䪖 㶪㠋㱯”

䙌䃆㠋 䌿㿴㒾㦅㛁㶪㒾 㩍䑱䑱䒛㠋㛁 㒾㶗 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䌿㠋㦅㶗㩍㠋 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋㭴 “䮇䒛㒾㼞䱚 㛁㠋㒾㿴䱚 䣇 䪖䠚㩍㩍 䍽䑱㩍㩍䑱䪖 㼞䑱㾑㭴”

㿴㠋䃆㼞䑱㾑䱚䑱㶗䃆䕝㒾㩍㽨㠋㒾䌿㺉㶪㒾㦅䌿䠚㦅㶗㦅㾑㿴㛁㩍䑱㠋䠚㪵䕝㠋㛁㠋㿴㭴䃆㱯㦅㒾㿴”㫹㒾㛁䌿㠋䒛䕝䱚㛁㒾㠋䃆㶗”䦾㛁㦅

“䦾㩍㿴䠚䌿䃆㶗䱚” 㶗䃆㠋 䌿㿴㒾㦅㛁㫹㒾 㿴㠋㫹㩍䠚㠋㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋 䑱䍽 䃆䠚䕝 䑱䪖㦅㭴 “㗊䑱㾑’㿴㠋 㒾 䌿䑱䑱㛁 㫹㠋㿴䕝䑱㦅䱚 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾㭴 䧹㾑㶗 䠚䍽 䪖㠋 䍽䑱㩍㩍䑱䪖 㼞䑱㾑䱚 䪖㠋’㩍㩍 䑱㦅㩍㼞 㪵㠋㹑䑱㶪㠋 㒾 㪵㾑㿴㛁㠋㦅㭴”

㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 䌿㩍㒾㦅㹑㠋㛁 㒾㶗 㶗䃆㠋 䑱㶗䃆㠋㿴䕝 䠚㦅 㶗䃆㠋 㿴䑱䑱㶪 㪵㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋 㿴㠋㶗㾑㿴㦅䠚㦅䌿 䃆㠋㿴 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋 㶗䑱 㶗䃆㠋 㠋㩍㛁㠋㿴㩍㼞 㹑䑱㾑㫹㩍㠋㭴 “䣇 㛁䑱㦅’㶗 㹑㒾㿴㠋 㒾㪵䑱㾑㶗 㶗䃆䑱䕝㠋 㫹㠋䑱㫹㩍㠋㭴”

䠚䕝 䌿㿴㒾㦅㒾㛁㫹 㠋䙭’㾑䑱㼞䕝㭴䠚㛁䌿䃆㠋 㠋㿴㫌”㼞㫹㶗㒾䃆 㭴䕝㦅”䑱䃆㹑㠋 䠚䃆䕝㶗䱚㩍㩍㠋䪖 䙌䃆㠋㶗䃆㠋

㢫䠚㶗䃆 㶗䃆㒾㶗䱚 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㩍㠋㛁 㶗䃆㠋 䌿㿴㒾㦅㛁㫹㒾䱚 䌿㿴㒾㦅㛁㶪㒾䱚 㒾㦅㛁 䦾㦅㒾 䑱㾑㶗䱚 㒾㩍㩍 㾑㦅㛁㠋㿴 㶗䃆㠋 䪖㒾㶗㹑䃆䍽㾑㩍 㠋㼞㠋䕝 䑱䍽 㶗䃆䑱䕝㠋 㩍㠋䍽㶗 㪵㠋䃆䠚㦅㛁㭴

“㢫㒾䠚㶗䗧 㗊䑱㾑 㹑㒾㦅 㶗㒾䒛㠋 㶗䃆㠋 䌿㿴㒾㦅㛁㫹㒾㿴㠋㦅㶗䕝䱚 㪵㾑㶗 㼞䑱㾑 㹑㒾㦅㦅䑱㶗 㶗㒾䒛㠋 䦾㦅㒾䗧” 䑱㦅㠋 䑱䍽 㶗䃆㠋 㶪㠋㦅 䕝䃆䑱㾑㶗㠋㛁 䕝㾑㛁㛁㠋㦅㩍㼞㭴

㛁䑱㼞㠋㠋䕝㒾䃆㢫㶗”㛁䌿㿴㠋㾑䕝㦅㶗䠚㦅㠋㶗㾑䑱㼞䕝㩍䍽㒾䃆㠋㒾㦅㱯㶪”㿴䃆㠋㭴㦅㒾䪖䑱㿴㦅䠚䌿㿴㩍㦅䌿㩍䠚䒛䠚㶗䠚䃆䪖䠚㦅䍽䑱㒾䕝䃆㩍㽨㒾䕝㒾䃆㠋㿴䒛䱚㠋䕝㛁㒾

䥁㾑㩍㫹䗧

䙌䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅 㦅㠋㿴䙭䑱㾑䕝㩍㼞 㩍䑱䑱䒛㠋㛁 㒾㶗 㶗䃆㠋 䑱㶗䃆㠋㿴䕝 䍽䑱㿴 䕝㾑㫹㫹䑱㿴㶗䱚 㒾㦅㛁 䕝䑱䑱㦅 㠋㦅䑱㾑䌿䃆䱚 㒾 䍽㠋䪖 䑱䍽 㶗䃆㠋㶪 䕝㶗㠋㫹㫹㠋㛁 䍽䑱㿴䪖㒾㿴㛁㭴

䞋'”㠋䕝 䌿䑱—䠚㾑㼞䃆㿴㶗㒾㦅䦾㒾㒾㼞䪖㭴” ‘㹑㶗㒾㦅 㶗㒾㠋䒛

“䙌䃆㠋䕝㠋 㶗䪖䑱 䑱㩍㛁 䍽䑱㩍䒛䕝 㒾㿴㠋 㒾㩍㿴㠋㒾㛁㼞 㒾 㪵㾑㿴㛁㠋㦅㭴 䣇䍽 㼞䑱㾑’㿴㠋 䪖䠚㩍㩍䠚㦅䌿 㶗䑱 䕝㾑㫹㫹䑱㿴㶗 㶗䃆㠋㶪䱚 㶗䃆㒾㶗’䕝 䍽䠚㦅㠋䱚 㪵㾑㶗 䦾㦅㒾 䠚䕝 䕝㶗㿴䑱㦅䌿 㒾㦅㛁 㒾㪵㩍㠋㶋㪵䑱㛁䠚㠋㛁…”

“㢫㠋’㿴㠋 䪖䑱㿴㿴䠚㠋㛁 㼞䑱㾑 㶪䠚䌿䃆㶗 㛁䠚㠋 䑱㾑㶗 㶗䃆㠋㿴㠋 䪖䠚㶗䃆 䦾㦅㒾䱚 㒾㦅㛁 䕝䃆㠋’䕝 㒾 㹑㒾㫹㒾㪵㩍㠋 䪖䑱㶪㒾㦅㭴 䣇㶗’䕝 㪵㠋㶗㶗㠋㿴 䠚䍽 䕝䃆㠋 䕝㶗㒾㼞䕝 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㾑䕝 䕝䑱 䪖㠋 㹑㒾㦅 䕝㾑㿴䙭䠚䙭㠋 㶗䑱䌿㠋㶗䃆㠋㿴㭴”

㹑㠋㦅㛁㹑䍽䠚䑱㠋㦅 㠋㿴㠋䌿㦅㶪㶗䱚㒾㠋㦅㠋䦾㿴䃆䑱㶗䑱䕝㦅䑱 䃆㶗䠚䪖㶗䃆䗧䌿䠚”㿴 䙭䑱䠚㹑㠋 䌿䪖㿴䌿䠚䑱㦅 㭴㛁㿴䑱䪖㗊㒾䃆㠋”䱚㶪䃆㠋䠚㹑㛁 㶗䃆㶗䕝’㒾 㶗䃆㠋 䪖㒾䕝䠚䪖䃆㶗 㛁䍽䠚㩍㩍㠋㿴㶗䠚䃆㠋㿴䑱㶪䑱 䱚㦅䠚㒾㦅㛁 㠋䙭㿴㼞㠋

䦾㦅㒾 㶪䑱䙭㠋㛁 㪵㠋䃆䠚㦅㛁 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾䱚 䃆㠋㿴 㠋㳐㫹㿴㠋䕝䕝䠚䑱㦅 㶗㠋㦅䕝㠋䱚 䃆㠋㿴 㠋㼞㠋䕝 㛁㒾㿴㶗䠚㦅䌿 䪖㒾㿴䠚㩍㼞 㪵㠋㶗䪖㠋㠋㦅 㶗䃆㠋 㫹㠋䑱㫹㩍㠋 䕝㾑㿴㿴䑱㾑㦅㛁䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㠋㶪㭴

“㴞䠚㛁 㼞䑱㾑 䒛㦅䑱䪖 㶗䃆㠋䠚㿴 䠚㦅㶗㠋㦅㶗䠚䑱㦅䕝 㪵㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋㱯” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㒾䕝䒛㠋㛁 㲹㾑䠚㠋㶗㩍㼞䱚 䕝㠋㦅䕝䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㠋 䌿㿴䑱䪖䠚㦅䌿 䃆䑱䕝㶗䠚㩍䠚㶗㼞㭴

㶗㿴㠋䕝㒾䕝㒾㩍䱚㽨䃆䃆㒾㶗㶗㫹㾑䕝㒾䪖㩍䑱㫹㠋㫹㠋䃆㶗㠋㠋䕝㶗㒾䃆䪖㠋䠚㹑䑱䙭㒾㒾㠋䕝㦅㩍䠚䠚䑱㿴㶗㼞㭴㠋㠋䕝㩍䠚㩍䌿㠋䪖㦅㒾䕝㿴㠋䃆㾑㪵㶗䃆㒾㛁䑱㶗䃆㯕㠋䠚㦅㹑㩍㾑㦅䌿㪵㼞㠋䃆㶗䣇䍽䑱㿴㶗䠚㛁㠋䍽㿴䠚㠋䠚㶗”…㶪㦅㭴䠚㛁”㽷䑱䱚䠚㦅㠋䕝㠋㪵㶪㛁㠋㿴㠋㶗㩍䑱㦅䪖䕝䃆㠋㠋㿴㼞㒾㩍㩍㹑’䦾䕝㦅㒾

“㒕䑱䑱䒛䕝 㩍䠚䒛㠋 㼞䑱㾑’䙭㠋 䍽䠚㦅㒾㩍㩍㼞 䑱㫹㠋㦅㠋㛁 㼞䑱㾑㿴 㠋㼞㠋䕝䱚” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 䕝㒾䠚㛁 㹑㒾㩍㶪㩍㼞㭴

“㽨㦅䑱㾑䌿䃆 㶗㒾㩍䒛䠚㦅䌿㭴 㴞䠚㛁 㼞䑱㾑 㿴㠋㒾㩍㩍㼞 㶗䃆䠚㦅䒛 䣇 㹑䑱㾑㩍㛁㦅’㶗 䕝㠋㠋 㶗䃆㿴䑱㾑䌿䃆 㼞䑱㾑㿴 䠚㦅㶗㠋㦅㶗䠚䑱㦅䕝㱯”

㛁䑱䑱䍽㽨㩍㱯㒾䕝䃆”㛁䕝䃆㠋䑱㶗㾑㦅㠋㶪㭴䍽䑱㛁㿴㒾䪖㿴㼞䑱㾑䑱㦅㠋䌿䕝䠚㶗㠋㫹㫹㦅㢫㒾”㶗䃆㒾㠋㦅㶪㼞㪵㶗㶗䃆㒾䱚㶗䃆㠋䌿䱚㦅䠚㼞㿴㒾㩍

㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㶪㠋㶗 䃆䠚䕝 䌿㒾㺉㠋 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾㦅 䠚㹑㼞 䕝㶗㒾㿴㠋䱚 䃆㠋㿴 䃆㒾㦅㛁 㶪䑱䙭䠚㦅䌿 䕝䪖䠚䍽㶗㩍㼞 㶗䑱 㛁㿴㒾䪖 㒾 䒛㦅䠚䍽㠋㭴 㢫䠚㶗䃆䑱㾑㶗 㒾 䪖䑱㿴㛁䱚 䕝䃆㠋 㪵㠋䌿㒾㦅 㹑㒾㿴䙭䠚㦅䌿 㶗䑱㶗㠋㶪䕝 䠚㦅㶗䑱 㶗䃆㠋 㪵㩍㒾㛁㠋㭴

“㒕䠚䌿䃆㶗㦅㠋䕝䕝㭴”

㿴”㭴䕝䕝㯕㦅䃆㒾㠋㫹”

“㾳䑱㼞㒾㩍㶗㼞㭴”

䦾䕝 䕝䃆㠋 䍽䠚㦅䠚䕝䃆㠋㛁䱚 㶗䃆㠋 㿴䑱䑱㶪 䍽㠋㩍㩍 䕝䠚㩍㠋㦅㶗䱚 㠋㼞㠋䕝 䪖䠚㛁㠋㦅䠚㦅䌿 䠚㦅 䃆䑱㿴㿴䑱㿴 㒾䕝 䕝䃆㠋 㶗䃆㿴㠋䪖 㶗䃆㠋 䒛㦅䠚䍽㠋 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㫹㿴㠋㹑䠚䕝䠚䑱㦅㭴

䃆㒾䱚㦅㛁㛁㒾㒾㠋㠋㫹㿴㫹㦅㒾䕝’㶪㦅㒾㛁㒾㠋䃆䱚㛁䕝㠋㠋㫹㒾㛁㪵㩍㠋䃆㠋㿴䪖䃆䠚㶗㶗䃆㠋㶪㠋䠚㫹䑱㶗㩍䌿㹑㦅䃆㶗㦅㠋䑱㶗䱚㦅䠚䕝㒾㶗㶗㦅㒾㹑㿴䠚㫹㠋㛁㿴㹑㠋䙭㒾䠚䃆㦅䌿䕝㠋㿴㦅㫹䠚䠚㶗㦅䣇㶗㦅㾑㿴㠋䠚㿴㦅䌿㒾䕝㶗䃆㠋䃆㶗䑱㾑㿴䌿䃆䕝㒾㠋䃆㶗䍽䒛㦅䠚㠋䌿㦅䠚㫹㒾䌿䕝䠚㶗䃆㶗䃆䌿㾑㿴䑱䑱䍽㠋㠋㿴㪵䍽㠋㠋㪵䑱㭴㿴䪖䃆㠋䠚㺉㛁㺉䠚㦅㿴䱚䠚㒾㒾㦅㛁㶗㒾㩍䃆㠋㩍䑱㩍䃆㠋㫹㿴㒾䃆䕝㠋䃆㶗

“㽷䑱㶗 㪵㒾㛁㭴” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㦅䑱㛁㛁㠋㛁 䃆㠋㿴 䃆㠋㒾㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝㒾㶗䠚䕝䍽䠚㠋㛁 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋 䑱㦅 䃆㠋㿴 䍽㒾㹑㠋 㒾䕝 䕝䃆㠋 䪖㒾㩍䒛㠋㛁 㒾䪖㒾㼞 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㶗䃆㠋 㶗䃆㿴㠋㠋 㫹㠋䑱㫹㩍㠋 䍽䑱㩍㩍䑱䪖䠚㦅䌿 㪵㠋䃆䠚㦅㛁 䃆㠋㿴㭴

㵳䑱㿴 㒾 㶪䑱㶪㠋㦅㶗䱚 㶗䃆㠋 㠋㦅㶗䠚㿴㠋 㿴䑱䑱㶪 䪖㒾䕝 䕝䠚㩍㠋㦅㶗䱚 㶗䃆㠋 䑱㦅㩍㼞 䕝䑱㾑㦅㛁 㪵㠋䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㠋 䕝䠚㹑䒛㠋㦅䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㾑㛁 䑱䍽 㶗䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅’䕝 㪵䑱㛁㼞 䃆䠚㶗㶗䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㠋 䌿㿴䑱㾑㦅㛁㭴 䙌䃆㠋 䕝䃆䑱㹑䒛 䑱䍽 䪖䃆㒾㶗 䃆㒾㛁 㬿㾑䕝㶗 䃆㒾㫹㫹㠋㦅㠋㛁 䕝㠋㶗㶗㩍㠋㛁 䑱䙭㠋㿴 㠋䙭㠋㿴㼞䑱㦅㠋 㩍䠚䒛㠋 㒾 䃆㠋㒾䙭㼞 䍽䑱䌿㭴

䑱䍽㒾㩍䙭㠋㠋㠋㪵”㭴䃆㠋㿴㦅㹑’㶗䑱㩍㛁㾑㒾㦅㒾䌿㠋㿴㠋䱚㛁㒾㦅㛁㛁䠚㒾䕝䙭䑱䠚䕝㹑㠋㼞䑱䙭㠋㿴㠋㠋㦅䕝’㶗㠋㒕”㠋㦅䑱㶗䃆㒾㶗㦅䠚㛁㶗䌿㠋㶗䃆䠚䪖㩍䑱㦅㼞㿴㶗䌿㠋㿴㠋䕝㿴㭴䑱㠋㦅㫹㶗㠋䃆㼞㠋䃆㶗䪖䑱㩍㩍䑱䍽䦾㦅㠋䪖㠋䒛㒾㛁

“䦾㿴㠋 䪖㠋 䌿䑱䠚㦅䌿 㶗䑱 㶪㠋㠋㶗 㶗䃆㠋 㪵䠚䌿 㪵䑱䕝䕝䱚 㯕䠚䕝 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾㱯” 䦾㦅㒾 㒾䕝䒛㠋㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋䱚 㪵㿴㠋㒾䒛䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㠋 䕝䠚㩍㠋㦅㹑㠋㭴

“䞋䑱䪖 㛁䠚㛁 㼞䑱㾑 䒛㦅䑱䪖䱚 㼞䑱㾑 㩍䠚㶗㶗㩍㠋 㪵㿴㒾㶗㱯” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㩍䑱䑱䒛㠋㛁 㒾㶗 䦾㦅㒾 㒾㦅㛁 㫹㩍㒾㼞䍽㾑㩍㩍㼞 㫹䠚㦅㹑䃆㠋㛁 䃆㠋㿴 㹑䃆㠋㠋䒛䕝㭴 “㗊䑱㾑 䕝㫹㠋㦅㛁 㶗䑱䑱 㶪㾑㹑䃆 㶗䠚㶪㠋 䑱㦅 㶗䃆㠋 䠚㦅㶗㠋㿴㦅㠋㶗㭴”

䦾㦅㒾㠋㩍㛁䱚䌿䌿䠚䌿㠋㼞䕝㠋䃆䠚䪖㶗㠋䃆”㠋”䱚䞋䃆㠋㿴㿴㫹䕝䠚㦅䌿䒛㒾㩍㶪䠚䠚䕝㭴㹑䍽㠋䃆

“䣇䕝 㶗䃆㒾㶗 䪖䃆㼞 㼞䑱㾑 䪖㒾㦅㶗㠋㛁 㶗䑱 䍽䑱㩍㩍䑱䪖 㶪㠋㱯” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㒾䕝䒛㠋㛁䱚 㪵㾑㶗 㶗䃆㠋㿴㠋 䪖㒾䕝 㦅䑱 㛁䠚䕝㒾㫹㫹㿴䑱䙭㒾㩍 䠚㦅 䃆㠋㿴 㶗䑱㦅㠋㭴

㯕䃆㠋 㾑㦅㛁㠋㿴䕝㶗䑱䑱㛁 㒾㩍㩍 㶗䑱䑱 䪖㠋㩍㩍—䕝䃆㠋 䃆㒾㛁 䍽䑱㩍㩍䑱䪖㠋㛁 㾳㒾㼞 䍽䑱㿴 㒾㩍㶪䑱䕝㶗 㶗䃆㠋 䕝㒾㶪㠋 㿴㠋㒾䕝䑱㦅㭴

㒾㪵㛁䠚䍽㠋㶗㒾䍽䍽㒾㿴㠋㦅㠋㪵㛁㒾㦅㩍㾑䑱㛁㹑㠋䃆㒾䙭㭴㿴䑱䪖㠋䕝㶗㼞㛁㠋䱚㒾䕝䕝㒾’䪖㦅㶗㶗䠚䌿㦅䃆䱚䑱㦅㠋䍽㠋㩍䕝㠋㿴䃆㛁㒾䃆㒾㦅䦾㦅㶗㶗㿴䑱䌿㹑䉬㠋䠚

“㗊㠋㒾䃆䱚” 䦾㦅㒾 㒾㛁㶪䠚㶗㶗㠋㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䌿䠚䌿䌿㩍㠋䱚 䃆㠋㿴 㒾㶗㶗㠋㦅㶗䠚䑱㦅 䕝䑱䑱㦅 㛁㿴㒾䪖㦅 㶗䑱 㾳㒾㼞䱚 䪖䃆䑱 䪖㒾䕝 㩍㠋㒾㦅䠚㦅䌿 㒾䌿㒾䠚㦅䕝㶗 㶗䃆㠋 䪖㒾㩍㩍 䪖䠚㶗䃆 䃆䠚䕝 㠋㼞㠋䕝 㹑㩍䑱䕝㠋㛁㭴 䞋㠋㿴 䌿㒾㺉㠋 䍽䠚㩍㩍㠋㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 䍽㒾䕝㹑䠚㦅㒾㶗䠚䑱㦅 㒾䕝 䕝䃆㠋 㶗䑱䑱䒛 䠚㦅 䃆䠚䕝 䍽䠚䌿㾑㿴㠋㭴

“䣇䕝 㶗䃆㒾㶗 㶗䃆㠋 㿴㠋㒾㩍 㾳㒾㼞㱯” 䦾㦅㒾 㬿㠋㿴䒛㠋㛁 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾’䕝 㪵䑱㛁㼞 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㠋㳐㹑䠚㶗㠋㶪㠋㦅㶗㭴

䕝䃆㠋’㿴䃆㠋䑱㦅㠋㦅㶗䠚䃆䪖㶗䌿䠚㹑㩍㫹㠋䱚㛁䠚㿴㠋䕝㭴㼞㩍㩍䃆㶗䠚䌿㶗䃆㠋㾳㒾㼞”䱚㿴㪵䕝䪖䑱㩍䃆㽨㒾䕝䑱㦅㩍㼞䱚䃆㒾㠋㗊”㦅㛁㒾

㢫䠚㶗䃆䑱㾑㶗 䃆㠋䕝䠚㶗㒾㶗䠚䑱㦅䱚 䦾㦅㒾 䠚㶪㶪㠋㛁䠚㒾㶗㠋㩍㼞 㿴㒾㦅 䑱䙭㠋㿴 㶗䑱 䃆䠚㶪㭴 “䞋㠋㩍㩍䑱䱚 䞂㿴㭴 㾳㒾㼞䗧”

㾳㒾㼞 䕝㩍䑱䪖㩍㼞 䑱㫹㠋㦅㠋㛁 䃆䠚䕝 㠋㼞㠋䕝 䃆㒾㩍䍽䪖㒾㼞㭴 “䞋㠋㩍㩍䑱䱚 㼞䑱㾑 㹑㒾㦅 㬿㾑䕝㶗 㹑㒾㩍㩍 㶪㠋 㾳㒾㼞㭴”

䪖䃆䠚㶗䃆䙌䒛”㒾㦅䣇’㶪㿴㼞㾑䑱㪵䠚㶗㠋䌿䌿䕝㒾㦅㛁㿴㠋䃆㠋㶪㒾㦅㼞䞂䍽䃆㩍㛁㾑䕝㠋㠋㠋㳐䱚㶗㛁㩍㼞㹑䠚㹑㦅䑱㭴䕝䠚㒾䠚㶗䍽㒾㦅㼞䑱㾑䱚䦾㦅䱚㒾䕝㒾㛁䠚㹑㠋䍽㒾䦾㦅㒾䕝䠚䍽㒾㦅”䱚㭴㼞㾳㒾

“䣇 䕝㠋㠋㭴” 㾳㒾㼞 㦅䑱㛁㛁㠋㛁 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䕝㶪䠚㩍㠋 㒾㦅㛁 㶗䃆㠋㦅 䌿㩍㒾㦅㹑㠋㛁 㪵㠋䃆䠚㦅㛁 䃆㠋㿴㭴 “䦾㿴㠋 㼞䑱㾑 㛁䑱㦅㠋䱚 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾㱯”

“㗊㠋㒾䃆䱚” 㽨㩍䕝䃆㒾 㦅䑱㛁㛁㠋㛁㭴

㪵㒾㹑䒛㭴䑱”䍽䱚䃆䠚䕝䃆㛁䠚䠚䍽㦅䕝㠋㾑㦅㶗䃆䠚䪖㾳㒾㼞䣇㦅㠋㛁㠋㒾㿴㠋㹑㒾㠋䃆㛁䑱㶗䕝’㶗㠋㩍䕝䑱㠋㶪䠚㒾䕝㛁䱚”䙌㠋䃆㦅㩍䕝䃆㠋䕝䕝㾑㦅㶗䕝㿴㠋㭴㾑䕝䕝㠋㪵㦅䕝䠚䕝㠋㼞㠋㠋䃆㛁䕝㒾㩍䍽䣇䒛㒾㶗㠋䙭㒾㠋䃆

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“䦾㿴㠋 㼞䑱㾑 㿴㠋㒾㩍㩍㼞 䕝㾑㿴㠋 㶗䃆㒾㶗 㾳㒾㼞 㹑㒾㦅 㪵㠋 䒛䠚㩍㩍㠋㛁 㪵㼞 㶗䃆㠋 䕝㦅䠚㫹㠋㿴㱯” 㒾 㶪㒾㦅 㒾䕝䒛㠋㛁 㦅㠋㿴䙭䑱㾑䕝㩍㼞䱚 䃆䠚䕝 䕝䪖㠋㒾㶗 㛁㿴䠚㫹㫹䠚㦅䌿 㛁䑱䪖㦅 䃆䠚䕝 㪵㒾㹑䒛 㒾䕝 䃆㠋 㫹㒾㹑㠋㛁 㶗䃆㠋 㿴䑱䑱㶪㭴

㽷”䑱䱚 䠚䃆䪖㶗 䍽䑱㿴㶪㶗㿴㠋䑱㦅䃆㒾 䃆㠋䠚䌿䒛䑱䑱㦅㩍 䠚䕝䃆㠋䕝㼞㠋㭴㶪㒾㦅 䪖'”䱚㶗䑱㦅 㿴㩍䠚㠋㛁㠋㫹㹑㿴䃆䱚㒾䠚䑱㠋㪵㿴㛁㩍㩍㶪㼞㒾㹑 㿴㼞䑱㛁㫹䑱

“䙌䃆㠋㦅 䪖䃆㼞 㛁䠚㛁 㼞䑱㾑 䕝㠋㦅㛁 㒾 䕝㦅䠚㫹㠋㿴 㒾䍽㶗㠋㿴 䃆䠚㶪㱯 䦾㿴㠋 㼞䑱㾑 㹑㿴㒾㺉㼞㱯 䣇䍽 㶗䃆㠋 䕝㦅䠚㫹㠋㿴 㹑㒾㦅 㪵㠋 㶗㿴㒾㹑䒛㠋㛁䱚 䠚㶗’䕝 䑱䙭㠋㿴 䍽䑱㿴 㾑䕝㭴”

“䣇㶗’䕝 㬿㾑䕝㶗 㒾 䕝䠚㶪㫹㩍㠋 䪖㒾㿴㦅䠚㦅䌿 㶗䑱 䃆䠚㶪㭴 㽨䙭㠋㦅 䠚䍽 䃆㠋’䕝 㒾 䕝㶗㿴䑱㦅䌿 㒾䪖㒾䒛㠋㦅㠋㿴䱚 䠚䍽 䪖㠋 㹑㒾㦅 䕝䪖㒾㼞 㫹㾑㪵㩍䠚㹑 䑱㫹䠚㦅䠚䑱㦅䱚 䪖㠋 㹑㒾㦅 㛁㠋䕝㶗㿴䑱㼞 䃆䠚㶪䱚” 㶗䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅 䕝㒾䠚㛁 㦅䑱㦅㹑䃆㒾㩍㒾㦅㶗㩍㼞㭴

䦾”㿴㠋㠋䕝㾑㿴㶗䃆㒾㶗㱯”㾑䑱㼞㪵㒾㶗䑱㾑

“㽨䙭㠋㦅 䠚䍽 䠚㶗 㛁䑱㠋䕝㦅’㶗 䪖䑱㿴䒛䱚 䠚㶗’䕝 䪖䑱㿴㶗䃆 㒾 㶗㿴㼞㭴” 䙌䃆㠋 㶪㒾㦅 㹑㒾䕝㾑㒾㩍㩍㼞 䕝䃆㿴㾑䌿䌿㠋㛁䱚 䃆䠚䕝 䕝䃆䑱㾑㩍㛁㠋㿴䕝 䕝㩍㾑㶪㫹㠋㛁 䠚㦅 䃆䠚䕝 㹑䃆㒾䠚㿴㭴 “䞋㠋 㹑㒾㦅’㶗 㶗㿴㒾㹑㠋 䠚㶗 㪵㒾㹑䒛 㶗䑱 㾑䕝 㪵㠋㹑㒾㾑䕝㠋 㠋䙭㠋㦅 㶗䃆㠋 䕝㦅䠚㫹㠋㿴 䕝䃆䑱㾑㩍㛁㦅’㶗 䒛㦅䑱䪖 䪖䃆䑱 䪖㠋 㒾㿴㠋㭴”

“䣇 䃆䑱㫹㠋 䕝䑱㭴” 䙌䃆㠋 䑱㶗䃆㠋㿴 㶪㒾㦅 䌿㒾䙭㠋 㒾 㛁㠋㠋㫹 㩍䑱䑱䒛 㪵㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋 㩍㠋㒾䙭䠚㦅䌿 㶗䃆㠋 㫹㩍㒾㹑㠋㭴

㭴㶗䃆䌿䠚㩍㒾䃆㶗㠋䃆㶗䠚䪖㶪㦅㒾䌿㠋㠋㛁㶪㩍㒾䌿㒾㠋㿴䕝㶗㦅㠋㼞䕝㠋䱚㶗䍽㠋㩍䃆㠋㦅䠚㶗䃆㠋㠋䍽䦾㿴㶗㒾䕝’䃆䠚㿴㹑

“䣇 䃆䑱㫹㠋 㽨㩍㼞䑱㦅 䍽㾑㩍䍽䠚㩍䕝 䃆䠚䕝 㫹㿴䑱㶪䠚䕝㠋㭴 䦾䕝 㩍䑱㦅䌿 㒾䕝 䣇 㹑㒾㦅 䌿㠋㶗 䠚㦅㶗䑱 㶗䃆㠋 㪵䠚䌿 㩍㠋㒾䌿㾑㠋䕝 䑱䍽 㶗䃆䠚䕝 㹑䠚㶗㼞䱚 䣇 㹑㒾㦅 㛁㠋䍽䠚㦅䠚㶗㠋㩍㼞 㹑㾑㿴㿴㼞 䍽㒾䙭䑱㾑㿴䕝 㒾㦅㛁 䌿㒾䠚㦅 䕝䑱㶪㠋 䠚㦅䍽㩍㾑㠋㦅㹑㠋 䃆㠋㿴㠋䱚” 䃆㠋 㶪㾑䕝㠋㛁䱚 䌿㒾㺉䠚㦅䌿 䑱㾑㶗 㒾㶗 㶗䃆㠋 㶗㒾㩍㩍 䕝䒛㼞䕝㹑㿴㒾㫹㠋㿴䕝 䪖䠚㶗䃆 㒾 䃆䠚㦅㶗 䑱䍽 䍽㒾㦅㒾㶗䠚㹑䠚䕝㶪㭴 “㓑㾑䕝㶗 㩍䠚䒛㠋 䃆䑱䪖 䣇 㹑䑱㦅㶗㿴䑱㩍㩍㠋㛁 㶗䃆䠚䕝 㹑䑱㾑㦅㶗㿴㼞 㪵㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋 㶗䃆㠋 㒾㫹䑱㹑㒾㩍㼞㫹䕝㠋㭴”

㯕㾑㛁㛁㠋㦅㩍㼞䱚 㒾 㩍䑱㾑㛁 䕝䃆䑱㾑㶗 㹑㒾㶪㠋 䍽㿴䑱㶪 䑱㾑㶗䕝䠚㛁㠋㭴

“㢫䃆㒾㶗䕝䑱䠚㭴㹑䑱䍽㦅㦅㾑䃆㠋㱯㠋㦅”㫹㫹㒾䃆㛁㠋㒾㿴䑱㾑㦅㛁䠚䒛䑱㩍䑱䌿㦅㦅䠚㛁㿴䱚㛁䪖䑱㦅㠋㠋

䧹㠋䍽䑱㿴㠋 䃆㠋 㹑䑱㾑㩍㛁 㿴㠋㒾㹑㶗䱚 䃆䠚䕝 㠋㦅㶗䠚㿴㠋 䪖䑱㿴㩍㛁 㶗㾑㿴㦅㠋㛁 㪵㩍㒾㹑䒛㭴㭴

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Chapter 111: Overlord of the Sky- Advancing
Ray, who was walking towards his base, paused in his tracks.

“What happened, Ray?” Elsha asked with a worried expression.

“Nothing, the fish has been caught,” Ray replied, a strange smile appearing on his face as his eyes glinted.

“You act like an idiot sometimes,” Elsha said with a chuckle.

“Cough, cough.” Ray lightly cleared his throat, then turned towards Ana. “Did I act strange, Ana?”

“No, you didn’t,” Ana immediately shook her head, her eyes brightening. “You looked handsome.”

“Ana is the best,” Ray said, rubbing her silky hair with a smile.

“Hehehe,” Ana giggled, her eyes filled with fascination.

“This girl…” Elsha’s brows twitched as she rolled her eyes. “She’s already become Ray’s fangirl.”

Ray turned towards the old couple with a smile. “Grandpa and Grandma, are you tired?”

“It’s fine, Ray, we can still walk,” the grandpa replied, though sweat dripped down his head.

“Wakey,” Ray muttered under his breath, and immediately an eerie darkness spread around them. A level two Undead Raven appeared, shrouded in the same darkness.

The moment it appeared, the Raven looked at Ray with tender eyes and lowered its head. Ray patted its head, making the Raven flutter with joy.

“You can sit on this Raven for the trip,” Ray offered to the couple, who looked a little nervous. “It’s fine, it won’t hurt you. Will you?”

The Raven immediately felt a chill in its heart as it looked at its master with wisdom in its dark eye, fervently nodding its head in agreement.

“Good, good,” Ray murmured as he guided the elderly couple onto the Raven’s back. The Raven took off, carrying them safely as they continued on their journey.

Meanwhile, although Kikyo seemed to have erased Argos’s soul, that wasn’t entirely true.

A sliver of his soul remained, rapidly regenerating.

Souls, in their essence, are immortal and cannot perish in the physical world. Only the darkness from the realm of the dead could truly wither a soul.

This meant that Ray’s summon form was essentially immortal, bound to Ray’s will. However, if Ray were to die, the soul would be sent back to the shadow realm, where it would be slowly drained by the eerie darkness.

“I wonder how those creatures could survive there…” Ray muttered, a chill running down his spine as he contemplated the unspeakable dread of the shadow realm.

As they continued, the group soon spotted a giant wall in the distance, with countless people entering through it one by one.

They reached the paved road, and a car suddenly appeared in front of them.

A beautiful woman in a professional suit stepped out, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she noticed the Raven flying at a low altitude and the two women behind her.

However, she quickly composed herself, bowing respectfully before opening the car door for Ray.

“Eh?” Ana looked at the open door with a confused expression.

“Get in,” Ray said, tapping her forehead with an amused smile before stepping into the car first.

“Woah, do you own this car?” Ana asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“No, I don’t own it, but it’s mine now,” Ray replied casually before stepping inside.

Ana followed, still a bit confused, while Elsha hesitated, glancing back at the Raven carrying the elderly couple.

“Don’t worry,” Ray reassured her. “My summon will guide them to the foster home in my base. They’ll have some light work to do, but they’ll live comfortably with plenty to eat.”

“Really?” Elsha’s eyes brightened with relief. In this Apocalypse living and getting food itself was really difficult.

“Yeah,” Ray nodded with a chuckle. “I’m not heartless enough to abandon the elderly and children who can’t work on their own. Besides, children are the future workforce, and for the long-term development of my base, they’re essential.”

Elsha smiled, finally entering the car, reassured by Ray’s words.

As for the elderly, everyone ages, and this situation would eventually come to all people. It would chill the hearts of the people if he did anything, even without considering that Ray wouldn’t harm them anyway.

Soon, the car reached the walls, and the people parted ways to welcome it. Almost all eyes were filled with envy as the large gates opened, and the car rolled into the city unhindered, with the guards saluting it.

Anyone could see the prestige of the man inside the car, who was lying lazily in the back seat, with a woman massaging his hands.

“I wonder when I can be like that.”

This thought echoed in the minds of almost all the young people, boys and girls alike, while the elderly or middle-aged shook their heads and lamented.

It wasn’t that they lacked ambition, but they had already been slapped by the harsh reality of the world.

Even in this apocalypse, where there was a chance to rise above, there was an even greater chance of dying.

As for getting lucky and Awakening to a higher level, that wasn’t common for ordinary people, so they could only live their lives while doing what they were capable of.

“Brother Ray, I’ve already massaged your hand. Now, can you let me go shopping to buy lots of clothes?” Ana said with a smile on her face.

Ray gave her a look. “You can do whatever you want, it doesn’t matter how much you shop, but I can’t come with you.”

“Eh, I wanted to go with you,” Ana pouted.

“No,” Ray replied, looking out the window.

Soon, they arrived at the heart of the city, where Ray’s most luxurious and largest skyscraper was exclusively reserved for him and his women.

Ray stepped out after Shelly opened the door for him, noticing a hint of hesitation on her face.

“You can come, Shelly, and live in this building if you like,” Ray offered.

“Eh, but isn’t this only for you and your women?”

“You can come if you want; the choice is yours,” Ray said meaningfully, patting her shoulder firmly before entering with Elsha and Ana.

There wasn’t even a flash of hesitation on Shelly’s face as she quickly followed them into the building.

Ray took the elevator and was immediately greeted by his women.

“You’ve been out for a little while, and you already brought back two women?” Freya said with a pout.

“Freya, don’t be like that. Knowing Ray, it’s a surprise that he only brought back two women,” Vanessa commented with sarcasm.

Ray shook his head.

“I am Elsha. Nice to meet you all.” Elsha bowed her head towards the girls and said in a light tone, “I am Ray’s bodyguard from now on.”

“I see, she’s Ray’s bodyguard?” Vanessa looked at Ray with amused eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that; it was her own decision,” Ray said, casually shrugging his shoulders.

“And what about you?” Freya looked at Ana.

“Eh… um…” Ana was immediately flustered, stammering in place.

“Well, she is my woman,” Ray spoke lightly.

“Are you Ana?”

“Yes, I am.” Ana blushed as she looked at Ray with a hint of worship mixed with love.

“Aren’t you too young?” Vanessa and Freya’s lips twitched.

“I am 19. How am I too young?” Ana said vigorously.

“Still too young,” Vanessa shook her head.

“Well, you guys talk among yourselves. I’ll go to my training ground.” Ray sighed and left without giving the other girls a chance to talk.

As a man, he always felt a headache dealing with these girls, especially since they were pregnant; their mood swings were faster than you could scroll through shorts.

Ray walked into a spacious grand room filled with equipment.

“Let’s see,” he muttered.

He didn’t even glance at the equipment as Ray muttered in his heart.

“Status.”

The red panel flickered as it appeared in front of him.

—–

[Name: Ray Crownwell]

[Status: Awakened (A-class)]

[Skill: Body Strengthening (Awakening IV), Necromancer (Awakening III), Analyser (Awakening I), Weapon Master (Awakening I), Fire Magic (Awakening II), Lightning Arts (Awakening II), Healer (Awakening III), Ice Magic (Awakening I), Mechanic (Awakening I), Genetic Synchronisation (Awakening I), Overlord of the Sky (Awakening I)]

—–

Ray directly opted out of all the skills and focused on his two highest skills: Genetic Synchronisation and Overlord of the Sky.

He particularly examined Overlord of the Sky. This skill directly increased his physique, but the question was whether it could further enhance his physique as he advanced it and if it could truly help him break through his strength limits.

“Advance,” Ray said to the system without hesitation.

—

-Mutation energy: 4526

—

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-Mutation energy: 4426 (-100)

—

The moment his mutation energy depleted by a hundred, a warm energy flowed through his veins, removing all impurities from his organs and strengthening his bones with an all-encompassing enhancement of his entire body.

Ray tightened his fist. Although the power felt the same, he could definitely sense a difference in his muscles.

There was also a vast reserve of information in his mind, but he decided to ignore it for now.

“Status.”

—–

-Physique and Vitality: 30 original

-Mutation energy: 4426

Unique ability- Rejuvenation

—–

“It increased by 4.” Ray’s eyes lit up.