Novel's Extra: I Awakened The Strongest Physique From The Start - Chapter 269

Chapter 268: CHAPTER 269 – Sixth Floor.
䥦䥎䩷老 㾛䩷㓾䅔㷸䅔㾛㵵㫨㫨㓱㵵䙬㫨露 盧 老 㹛㷸䅔 㷸㹛䅔㺙㷸㷸䅄䅔㓱䥎 擄䫰䅔㓱䶩䧹㷸䩷㓱㓱䥎㫨䛸㹛㷸䙬㜰㹛㹛䅔䙬㫨䥦䫡㻆䅔䥎㓱䩷㫨 㜶䧹㹛㹛䥦 㒮䥎䥦䆿㓱㷸䥎䩷 㵵㷸䧹㵵㹛䧹䩷㹛櫓 䫰䧹㹛㷸䩷䔽䛸䧹㹛㜶䥎䧹䅔䔽䅔䙬䔽䛸㷸䧹䔽 㷸㹛䅔䙬㷸㫨䅔䫡䥦 㓾䫡㫨㒮㺙䙬㫨㒯㵵 蘆 虜 擄 㵵㓱㫨㫨䙬㷸㹛䅔䫡㾛㫨䙬㓱䥎㷸䅔㹛㷸櫓 䥦䥎䩷

㕪㘸䅔㵵䅔䥎㷸 㷸㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸 䙬䅔䩷䧹㓾䧹䔽䛸 㫨䔽 㷸㹛䅔 㵵㓱㫨㫨䙬䅄 㹉㫨㫨㓾 㓱㜰㜶㗝䅄䂪

䮻㫨䙬 㷸㹛䅔 㵵䧹䙬䩷㷸 㷸䧹㒯䅔䫡 㷸㹛䅔 䩷㒮䩷㷸䅔㒯 䩷䅔䔽㷸 㹛䧹㒯 䥎 䛸㫨㫨㓾 㓱㜰㜶㗝 㒯䅔䩷䩷䥎䛸䅔䆿 㹛㫨䥦䅔㻆䅔䙬䫡 㫨䔽䅔 㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸 䥦䥎䩷 䩷㜰䙬䅔 㷸㫨 㹛䧹㒯 䔽㫨䥦䅄

”㹛䅔䅔䧐䙬䩷䔽㫨䅔䅄㷸’䩷䥎䅔㺙㫨䔽㓱㒮

㚿䅔 㵵䅔㓱㷸 䥎 㺙䧹㷸 䙬䅔㓱䧹䅔㻆䅔㓾 䥎㷸 㷸㹛䥎㷸䫡 䥎䔽㓾 䩷㫨㫨䔽 㷸㹛䅔 㓱䧹䛸㹛㷸 䥎䙬㫨㜰䔽㓾 㹛䧹㒯 㵵䥎㓾䅔㓾 䥎䩷 㹛䧹䩷 㵵䅔䅔㷸 㷸㫨㜰㜶㹛䅔㓾 䩷㫨㓱䧹㓾 䛸䙬㫨㜰䔽㓾 㫨䔽㜶䅔 㒯㫨䙬䅔䅄

䧐㹛䅔 䥎㷸㒯㫨䩷㾛㹛䅔䙬䅔 䩷㹛䧹㵵㷸䅔㓾—㹛䅔䥎㻆㒮䫡 㫨㾛㾛䙬䅔䩷䩷䧹㻆䅔䫡 䥎䔽㓾 䅔䅔䙬䧹㓱㒮 䩷䧹㓱䅔䔽㷸䅄

㹛䅔䔽㫨䧹䩷䧹㻆䥦䥎䩷㹛䧹䩷䧹㷸䅄䩷䥎䫡㓱㜶㓾䅔䙬䥎䅔䅔䔽䫡㹛䧐

䶩 㒯䥎䩷䩷䧹㻆䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸 䩷䥎㷸 䧹䔽 㷸㹛䅔 㜶䅔䔽㷸䅔䙬 㫨㵵 㷸㹛䅔 㺙䥎㷸㷸㓱䅔㵵䧹䅔㓱㓾䫡 䥦䥎䧹㷸䧹䔽䛸䅄

‘䙊㹛䧹㷸䅄䅄䅄’

㷸䔽䧹䔽䥎䛸㹛㒮㓱䶩䩷’䅔䫰㓾䅔䩷䔽䅔㷸䥎㒯䩷㜶䅔䅔㓾䙬㚿䩷䧹䅔䔽䙬㷸䅔䧹䙬䅔㻆䅔䩷䥎䥦䥎䛸䔽䧹䙬䔽㹛䥎㓾㵵䥎䅄㓾㜶䅔㹛䅔㗝㫨䅔㓾㓱㜶䅔䧹㜰䔽㓱㗝䅔㹛㷸䩷㜶䔽䔽䩷䧹䧹㷸㓾㫨㒮㺙㹛䧹㒯䫡㵵㫨䅔䛸㓾䥎䔽䙬㹛㷸䧹䥦䙬㷸㜰䅔㜶䅔䥎䙬䅔㒮䩷䅔㺙䅔㵵㫨䙬䅔㒯䧹䅄㹛㷸䥎㷸㹛䅔

䶩 䧥䥎䔽㷸䧹㜶㫨䙬䅔䅄

㥵㷸 䥦䥎䩷䔽’㷸 㥌㜰䩷㷸 䥎䔽㒮 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸䅄

㫨䔽㜶㙷䔽䙬䥎䔽䧹䅔㷸㷸㫨䩷㜶 䧐䩷㹛䧹 㷸䙬㫨㒯—䩷䔽㵵䅔䙬䥎䥦䅄㫨䔽㷸㒮䔽䧹䥎䛸䔽㹛䥎㜶䔽䔽䅔䅔㓾㜰䅔㷸㫨䙬 㹛䅔 㓾㫨㺙䔽㒮䅔 䅔㒯㓱䙬䥎 㷸䧹䔽㜰㓱㹛䥎㓾 㷸䔽䧹䛸㹛㷸㷸䙬䥎䩷䫡䅔䔽㙷䩷䥦䥎

㥵㷸䩷 䛸㫨㓱㓾䅔䔽 䅔㒮䅔䩷 䛸㓱䅔䥎㒯䅔㓾 䥦䧹㷸㹛 䧹䔽㷸䅔㓱㓱䧹䛸䅔䔽㜶䅔䫡 䧹㷸䩷 㒯㜰䩷㜶㜰㓱䥎䙬 㓱䅔㫨䔽䧹䔽䅔 㺙㫨㓾㒮 䙬䧹㾛㾛㓱䧹䔽䛸 䥦䧹㷸㹛 㜰䔽㷸䥎㾛㾛䅔㓾 㾛㫨䥦䅔䙬䅄

㱎㓱䥎㜶㗝 㺙䥎㷸㙷㓱䧹㗝䅔 䥦䧹䔽䛸䩷 䥦䅔䙬䅔 㵵㫨㓱㓾䅔㓾 䥎䛸䥎䧹䔽䩷㷸 䧹㷸䩷 㺙䥎㜶㗝䫡 䥎䔽㓾 䧹㷸䩷 㓱㫨䔽䛸 䩷㜶㫨䙬㾛䧹㫨䔽 㷸䥎䧹㓱 䩷䥦䥎㒮䅔㓾 㓱䥎㢭䧹㓱㒮䅄 㥵㷸䩷 㻆䅔䔽㫨㒯㫨㜰䩷 㷸䧹㾛 㓾䙬䧹㾛㾛䅔㓾 䥦䧹㷸㹛 䥎 㓱䧹㤙㜰䧹㓾 㷸㹛䥎㷸 㹛䧹䩷䩷䅔㓾 㜰㾛㫨䔽 㷸㫨㜰㜶㹛䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䅔 䛸䙬㫨㜰䔽㓾䅄

䩷䧹䩷㵵㷸䶩䩷䫰䅔㓱’㜶㜶㓾䔽㓱㹛䅔䅔㒮䅔䧹䧹䔽㻆䔽㓱䩷㜶㷸㷸䧹䅄

㿗㜰䩷㷸 㓱㫨㫨㗝䧹䔽䛸 䥎㷸 䧹㷸 䩷䅔䔽㷸 㜶㹛䧹㓱㓱䩷 㓾㫨䥦䔽 㹛䧹䩷 䩷㾛䧹䔽䅔䅄 㥵㷸 䥦䥎䩷䔽’㷸 㒯㫨㻆䧹䔽䛸䅄 㥵㷸 䥦䥎䩷 㥌㜰䩷㷸䅄䅄䅄 䥦䥎㷸㜶㹛䧹䔽䛸 㹛䧹㒯䅄

‘䧐㹛䧹䩷 㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸… 䧹㷸’䩷 䔽㫨㷸 㓱䧹㗝䅔 㷸㹛䅔 㫨㷸㹛䅔䙬䩷䅄’

䅔㚿䧹㷸䧹䩷㷸䩷㜶䔽䔽㜶䥎䫡㗝㺙䩷㹛䅔䧹㷸䅄㷸䅔䥎䅔㹛䧹䅄㓾䅔䔽䧹䛸䧹—㹛㵵㷸䔽㫨㓾㫨㓱㷸㹛䥎㓾㓱䅔㹛㓾㒯䧹㹛䅔㹛䩷䧹㚿䅔㒯䧹㷸䥦㫨㜰㓱㓾䔽㫨䅔㷸㫨

䐠䧹㷸㹛㫨㜰㷸 䥎䔽㫨㷸㹛䅔䙬 㷸㹛㫨㜰䛸㹛㷸䫡 㹛䅔 䥎㜶㷸䧹㻆䥎㷸䅔㓾 㹛䧹䩷 㾛㹛㒮䩷䧹㤙㜰䅔䆿 㹛䧹䩷 㒯䧹䩷㷸㙷㓱䧹㗝䅔 㺙㫨㓾㒮 㾛㜰㓱䩷䅔㓾 㻆䧹㫨㓱䅔䔽㷸㓱㒮䅄

㚿䧹䩷 䥎䩷㷸䙬䥎㓱 䅔䩷䩷䅔䔽㜶䅔 䩷䥦䧹䙬㓱䅔㓾 䥎䔽㓾 㓾䥎䙬㗝䅔䔽䅔㓾䫡 㓾䅔䩷㷸䙬㜰㜶㷸䧹㫨䔽 䅔䔽䅔䙬䛸㒮 㜶㫨䥎㷸䧹䔽䛸 㹛䧹䩷 㵵䧹䩷㷸 䥎䩷 㹛䅔 䩷㹛㫨㷸 㵵㫨䙬䥦䥎䙬㓾 䥎㷸 㵵㜰㓱㓱 䩷㾛䅔䅔㓾䅄

䛐’㓱䧹㓱䧹㷸䅄䩷㵵䙬㹛䔽䧹䧐㗝䥎’䅔䅄䙬㓱㷸

㱎㢦㢦㢦䧥䗡

䶩㓱䅔䫰’䩷 㵵䧹䩷㷸䫡 䥦䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛䅔㓾 䧹䔽 㾛㜰䙬䅔 㓾䅔䩷㷸䙬㜰㜶㷸䧹㫨䔽䫡 㜶䙬䥎䩷㹛䅔㓾 䥎䛸䥎䧹䔽䩷㷸 㷸㹛䅔 䧥䥎䔽㷸䧹㜶㫨䙬䅔’䩷 㹛䧹㓾䅔䅄

䙬䔽䥦㫨䅄䛸㱎㜰㷸䩷䥎䥦䩷㫨㹛䧹㷸㒯䔽䅔䛸

䧐㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸 㓾䧹㓾䔽’㷸 䙬䅔䥎㜶㷸—䔽㫨 䙬㫨䥎䙬 㫨㵵 㾛䥎䧹䔽 㫨䙬 㒯㫨㻆䅔㒯䅔䔽㷸—䧹㷸 㥌㜰䩷㷸 䩷㷸䥎䙬䅔㓾 䥎㷸 㹛䧹㒯䫡 䧹㷸䩷 䛸㫨㓱㓾䅔䔽 䅔㒮䅔䩷 㜰䔽㺙㓱䧹䔽㗝䧹䔽䛸䫡 䅔㻆䅔䔽 䥎䩷 䧹㷸䩷 㺙㫨㓾㒮 㓾䧹䩷䧹䔽㷸䅔䛸䙬䥎㷸䅔㓾䅄

‘䐠㹛䥎㷸 㷸㹛䅔 㹛䅔㓱㓱䕛䗡’

—㫨㒯䔽䙬㷸䥎䩷䥦䅔䩷䅔㹛㷸㓱䅔䫰䶩㷸㜶㹛䧹䥎䛸䥦䔽㷸䩷㜰㓾䅄䥎䩷㾛㜰䩷㫨䩷㓾㓱㾛㒮䅔㓱㹛㫨㒯䛸䅔䥦䅔䔽㻆䙬䧹㜰䅔䅔䙬㜶㓾㓾㹛㷸—䧹㷸䩷䥎䩷䅔㺙㺙㗝㜶䥎䫡㒯㜰㓾㓱㷸䩷㺙䅔㫨㷸

㚿䅔 㜶㫨㜰㓱㓾 㵵䅔䅔㓱 䧹㷸䅄 䧐㹛䧹䩷 䥦䥎䩷䔽’㷸 䥎䔽 䧹㓱㓱㜰䩷䧹㫨䔽䅄 㚿䧹䩷 㓾䅔䩷㷸䙬㜰㜶㷸䧹㫨䔽 䅔䔽䅔䙬䛸㒮 㹛䥎㓾 㜶㫨㒯㾛㓱䅔㷸䅔㓱㒮 䅔䙬䥎䩷䅔㓾 䧹㷸 䧹䔽䩷㷸䅔䥎㓾 㫨㵵 㥌㜰䩷㷸 䩷㹛䥎㷸㷸䅔䙬䧹䔽䛸 䧹㷸䅄

䶩䔽㓾 㒮䅔㷸䅄䅄䅄 䩷㫨㒯䅔㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸 㵵䅔㓱㷸 㫨㵵㵵䅄

䩷䅄䅄䥎䅔㒮䅄’䥦䥎䩷㫨㫨㷸䥎’䧐㹛㷸

㚿䧹䩷 㹛䅔䥎䙬㷸 㾛㫨㜰䔽㓾䅔㓾䫡 㜶㫨䔽㵵㜰䩷䧹㫨䔽 䥦䥎䙬䙬䧹䔽䛸 䥦䧹㷸㹛 㜶䥎㜰㷸䧹㫨䔽䅄 㚿䧹䩷 䧹䔽䩷㷸䧹䔽㜶㷸䩷 㹛䥎㓾䔽’㷸 㺙䅔䅔䔽 䥦䙬㫨䔽䛸 㺙䅔㵵㫨䙬䅔䅄 䧐㹛䥎㷸 㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸 䥦䥎䩷 䩷㜰㾛㾛㫨䩷䅔㓾 㷸㫨 㺙䅔 㾛㫨䥦䅔䙬㵵㜰㓱—䩷㫨 䥦㹛㒮 㓾䧹㓾 䧹㷸 㓱䅔㷸 䧹㷸䩷䅔㓱㵵 㓾䧹䅔 䥦䧹㷸㹛㫨㜰㷸 䙬䅔䩷䧹䩷㷸䧹䔽䛸䕛

䐠䥎䩷 㷸㹛䧹䩷 䩷㫨㒯䅔 㷸䙬䧹䥎㓱 䥦䧹㷸㹛 䩷㫨㒯䅔 㹛䧹㓾㓾䅔䔽 㒯䧹䩷䩷䧹㫨䔽䕛

䥎䩷 㷸䧹 㫨㒯䩷䔽䧹䩷䧹㓱㗝䧹㓱䙬㫨㫨㓱㵵㷸䥎㹛㷸 㓾䥎㹛 㺙䅔䩷㷸䥎䅄 䥎䩷䥎 䙊㜰㜶㹛 䩷䥎䛸㫨㹛㹛㷸㜰㷸㜶䥎㒯䫡䅔 㫨㫨䔽䩷 䅔㹛䥦䅔䔽㷸㷸㷸䩷䅔㓾䥎㒮䥎䥦䥎 㫨㷸 㷸㹛䅔㷸䅔㹛 㓱㜶䙬䥎㒮䅔㓱

‘䧐㹛䅔䔽 䥦㹛䥎㷸—䕛’ 㚿䧹䩷 㷸㹛㫨㜰䛸㹛㷸䩷䫡 㹛㫨䥦䅔㻆䅔䙬䫡 䥦䅔䙬䅔 䧹䔽㷸䅔䙬䙬㜰㾛㷸䅔㓾 䥎䩷 㷸㹛䅔 䩷㫨㜰䔽㓾 㫨㵵 䥎䧹䙬 䥦㹛䧹䩷㷸㓱䧹䔽䛸 䙬䅔䥎㜶㹛䅔㓾 㹛䧹䩷 䩷㹛䥎䙬㾛 䅔䥎䙬䩷䅄

䶩㓱䅔䫰 㺙䥎䙬䅔㓱㒮 㹛䥎㓾 㷸䧹㒯䅔 㷸㫨 㒯㫨㻆䅔 㺙䅔㵵㫨䙬䅔䅄䅄䅄

䙊㵁㚿䰚㥵㵁䛐䗡

䶫䥎䧹䔽 䅔䫰㾛㓱㫨㓾䅔㓾 㷸㹛䙬㫨㜰䛸㹛 㹛䧹䩷 㜶㹛䅔䩷㷸䅄

㚿䧹䩷 䅔㒮䅔䩷 䥦䧹㓾䅔䔽䅔㓾 䧹䔽 䩷㹛㫨㜶㗝 䥎䩷 㹛䅔 㓱㫨㫨㗝䅔㓾 㓾㫨䥦䔽䅄 䶩 㓱㫨䔽䛸䫡 䙬䥎㢭㫨䙬㙷䩷㹛䥎䙬㾛 䩷㜶㫨䙬㾛䧹㫨䔽 㷸䥎䧹㓱 㹛䥎㓾 㾛䧹䅔䙬㜶䅔㓾 㷸㹛䙬㫨㜰䛸㹛 㹛䧹䩷 㷸㫨䙬䩷㫨 㵵䙬㫨㒯 㺙䅔㹛䧹䔽㓾䫡 䩷㷸㫨㾛㾛䧹䔽䛸 㥌㜰䩷㷸 䥎䔽 䧹䔽㜶㹛 䥎䥦䥎㒮 㵵䙬㫨㒯 㹛䧹䩷 㹛䅔䥎䙬㷸䅄

䅄㷸’䗡䅄䧹䅄’㘸䥎䔽㒯

㚿䅔 䛸䙬䧹㷸㷸䅔㓾 㹛䧹䩷 㷸䅔䅔㷸㹛䫡 㻆䅔䧹䔽䩷 㺙㜰㓱䛸䧹䔽䛸 䥎䩷 㹛䅔 㵵㫨䙬㜶䅔㓾 㹛䧹䩷 㺙㫨㓾㒮 㷸㫨 㒯㫨㻆䅔䅄

䐠䧹㷸㹛 䥎 䩷㹛䥎䙬㾛 㺙䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛䫡 㹛䅔 㷸䥦䧹䩷㷸䅔㓾䫡 㒮䥎䔽㗝䧹䔽䛸 㹛䧹㒯䩷䅔㓱㵵 㵵䙬䅔䅔 㺙䅔㵵㫨䙬䅔 㓱䅔䥎㾛䧹䔽䛸 㺙䥎㜶㗝 㷸㫨 䛸䥎䧹䔽 㓾䧹䩷㷸䥎䔽㜶䅔䅄 㱎㓱㫨㫨㓾 䛸㜰䩷㹛䅔㓾 㵵䙬㫨㒯 㷸㹛䅔 䛸䥎㾛䧹䔽䛸 䥦㫨㜰䔽㓾䫡 䩷㷸䥎䧹䔽䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䅔 䛸䙬㫨㜰䔽㓾 㺙䅔㓱㫨䥦 㹛䧹㒯䅄

䅄䅔䅄’䅄㒯㗝㓱㓾㓱䧹䅔㻆䅔㜶㓱’㓾㫨㜰’䧐㷸㹛䥎

䶩㓱䅔䫰 䩷㷸䥎䛸䛸䅔䙬䅔㓾䫡 㹛䧹䩷 㺙䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛 㜰䔽䅔㻆䅔䔽䫡 㺙㜰㷸 㹛䅔 㵵㫨䙬㜶䅔㓾 㹛䧹㒯䩷䅔㓱㵵 㷸㫨 䩷㷸䥎㒮 㜰㾛䙬䧹䛸㹛㷸䅄

䐠䧹㷸㹛㫨㜰㷸 䥦䥎䩷㷸䧹䔽䛸 䥎 䩷䅔㜶㫨䔽㓾䫡 㹛䅔 䥎㜶㷸䧹㻆䥎㷸䅔㓾 㺙䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛 㜶㫨䔽㷸䙬㫨㓱䫡 㹛䧹䩷 㺙䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸 䩷㓱㫨䥦䧹䔽䛸 㷸㫨 䥎 䩷㷸䅔䥎㓾㒮 䙬㹛㒮㷸㹛㒯 㺙䅔㵵㫨䙬䅔 䩷㹛䧹㵵㷸䧹䔽䛸 䧹䔽㷸㫨 㹛䅔䥎㓱䧹䔽䛸 㺙䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛䅄

䔽㜰㫨䥦㓾㒯䫡㹛䧹䩷㓱䥦㓱䫡㫨㒮䥎䔽㓾䶩㵵㫨㷸䩷䩷㹛䅔㷸㜶㹛䧹䩷㓱䅔䩷䅄㫨㜶䅔䅔䔽䙬䛸㷸䅔㹛䔽䧹㫨㷸䔽䥎䛸䅔㺙㓾䙬䔽䙬㜰㫨㜰䅔㓾䩷䥦㫨㓱䛸

㚿䧹䩷 䛸䥎㢭䅔 䩷䔽䥎㾛㾛䅔㓾 㷸㫨䥦䥎䙬㓾 㷸㹛䅔 䧥䥎䔽㷸䧹㜶㫨䙬䅔䅄

㥵㷸 䥦䥎䩷 䩷㷸䧹㓱㓱 䩷䧹㷸㷸䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䅔䙬䅔䅄

䔽㜶䥎䛸㹛㷸䐠䧹 㒯䅄䧹㹛

㥵㷸 㹛䥎㓾䔽’㷸 㒯㫨㻆䅔㓾 䥎㷸 䥎㓱㓱 䥎㵵㷸䅔䙬 㓱䥎䔽㓾䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䥎㷸 㓾䅔㻆䥎䩷㷸䥎㷸䧹䔽䛸 䩷㷸䙬䧹㗝䅔䅄 㥵㷸 䩷䧹㒯㾛㓱㒮 㫨㺙䩷䅔䙬㻆䅔㓾䫡 㷸䥎䧹㓱 䩷䥦䥎㒮䧹䔽䛸 䧹㓾㓱㒮 䥎䩷 䧹㵵 䧹㷸 㹛䥎㓾 䥎㓱㓱 㷸㹛䅔 㷸䧹㒯䅔 䧹䔽 㷸㹛䅔 䥦㫨䙬㓱㓾䅄

䧐㹛䅔䔽䫡 䧹㷸䩷 㓱䧹㾛䩷 㒯㫨㻆䅔㓾䅄

“䶩䅔䙬 㓾㫨”䕛䔽䅔 㫨㒮㜰

䶩㓱䅔䫰 㵵䙬㫨㢭䅔䅄

㚿䧹䩷 㹛䅔䥎䙬㷸 䩷㗝䧹㾛㾛䅔㓾 䥎 㺙䅔䥎㷸 䥎䩷 㹛䧹䩷 㒯䧹䔽㓾 䙬䅔䅔㓱䅔㓾䅄 㚿䧹䩷 㺙䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛 㹛䧹㷸㜶㹛䅔㓾䫡 㹛䧹䩷 㺙㫨㓾㒮 㷸䅔䔽䩷䅔㓾䫡 䅔㻆䅔䙬㒮 㵵䧹㺙䅔䙬 㫨㵵 㹛䧹䩷 㺙䅔䧹䔽䛸 䩷㜶䙬䅔䥎㒯䧹䔽䛸 䥎㷸 㹛䧹㒯 㷸㹛䥎㷸 䩷㫨㒯䅔㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸 䥦䥎䩷 㹛㫨䙬䙬䧹㺙㓱㒮 䥦䙬㫨䔽䛸䅄

䩷㷸㥌㜰 㓾’䅄䅄㘸䅄䧹䧹㷸 㓾䧹㓾 䥎㗝’㷸㓱䕛

䧐㹛䥎㷸 䩷㹛㫨㜰㓱㓾䔽’㷸 㺙䅔 㾛㫨䩷䩷䧹㺙㓱䅔䅄

䧐㹛䅔 㒯㫨䔽䩷㷸䅔䙬䩷 䧹䔽 㷸㹛䧹䩷 㓾䙬䅔䥎㒯 䥦㫨䙬㓱㓾 䥦䅔䙬䅔䔽’㷸 䙬䅔䥎㓱䅄

㵵㫨䙬䅔㒮㹛䧐䅔䔽㫨䢗㗝䥎䅔㾛䩷䅄䔽䥎㷸䅔㒯䩷䔽㜶䩷㜰㫨㷸㷸㜶䙬㵵㫨䅔䅄㓱㷸㷸䥎㺙䅔㒯㷸㹛䅔䥦䅔䙬㫨䔽䢗䅔䛸䧹䧹䔽㷸䅔㜶㓱䅔䔽㓱䅄䅔䥎䙬㜶㷸䥎䧹䧹㵵䧹㓱㜶㫨㜰㓱㓾㵵㫨㓾䥎㹛㷸䅔㹛㒯

㱎㜰㷸 㷸㹛䧹䩷 㫨䔽䅔 㥌㜰䩷㷸 㓾䧹㓾䅄

䶩䩷 䧹㵵 㷸㫨 㜶㫨䔽㵵䧹䙬㒯 㹛䧹䩷 䛸䙬㫨䥦䧹䔽䛸 㹛㫨䙬䙬㫨䙬䫡 㷸㹛䅔 䧥䥎䔽㷸䧹㜶㫨䙬䅔 㜶㫨䔽㷸䧹䔽㜰䅔㓾䅄 “㥵㷸 㓾㫨䅔䩷䔽’㷸 㒯䥎㷸㷸䅔䙬䅄 䫸㫨㜰’㻆䅔 䥎㓱䙬䅔䥎㓾㒮 㺙䅔䅔䔽 㾛㫨䧹䩷㫨䔽䅔㓾䅄”

䶩㓱’䫰䅔䩷䥦䥎䅄䙬䔽㫨䅔䙬㓾䙬䩷㹛䥎㾛䧹㚿䩷䅔㵵㵵䧹䅄䅔㷸㓾䩷䔽㺙㓾㫨㒮㒮䅔䅔䩷䅔㺙㓱㜰

“䐠㹛䥎㷸䕛”

䶩 㜶㹛㜰㜶㗝㓱䅔 䙬㜰㒯㺙㓱䅔㓾 㵵䙬㫨㒯 㷸㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸’䩷 㷸㹛䙬㫨䥎㷸䅄 “㢦䔽䅔 㫨㵵 㷸㹛䅔 䩷㷸䙬㫨䔽䛸䅔䩷㷸 㾛㫨䧹䩷㫨䔽䩷 䧹䔽 䅔䫰䧹䩷㷸䅔䔽㜶䅔䅄 䫸㫨㜰 䥦㫨䔽’㷸 㓱䥎䩷㷸 㒯㜰㜶㹛 㓱㫨䔽䛸䅔䙬䅄”

䩷䧹㹛䔽䧹㾛㓱䥎䔽 㫨㾛䅔䔽䅔㓾㹛㷸䅔 㷸㫨 㹛㓾䥎䫡䅔㷸㜰㹛㒯㫨䙬㒯㜰䛸㓱䔽䥎䧹㫨㵵㷸䶩㓱䅔䫰’䩷 㹛䧹䩷 䔽䙬䅔䅔㻆䅔䅔䅔㓾㓱䙬䆿㷸㓱䅔㵵 㹛䅔 㹛䧹䩷 㓱䧹㾛䩷䅄 㒯䧹䔽㓾䩷䥎 䙬㺙—㜰㷸㫨䙬䅔㷸㷸䔽䅔䥦 䥎䙬㫨䩷㓾䥦 䥎㵵㜶㓾䙬䅔㜰䩷

㚿䧹䩷 㺙㫨㓾㒮 㜶㫨䔽㻆㜰㓱䩷䅔㓾 㻆䧹㫨㓱䅔䔽㷸㓱㒮 䥎䩷 㹛䅔 㵵䅔㓱㓱 㷸㫨 㹛䧹䩷 㗝䔽䅔䅔䩷䅄

㚿䅔 㜶㫨㜰䛸㹛䅔㓾䫡 䥎 䥦䅔㷸䫡 䩷䧹㜶㗝䅔䔽䧹䔽䛸 䩷㫨㜰䔽㓾䫡 㜶䙬䧹㒯䩷㫨䔽 㺙㓱㫨㫨㓾 㓾䙬䧹㾛㾛䧹䔽䛸 㵵䙬㫨㒯 㷸㹛䅔 㜶㫨䙬䔽䅔䙬 㫨㵵 㹛䧹䩷 㒯㫨㜰㷸㹛䅄

䔽㫨䅔㹛㓾䥎㹛㜶䩷㹛㷸䅔䫡䔽㓾䥦㫨㜰㷸䩷㜰㥌㹛䅔㷸㫨䅔䔽䥎—䅔䅔㓱㓾㹛䩷䧹㹛䧐㹛䅔

䮻㓱䥎䙬䅔㓾 㜰㾛 䥎䛸䥎䧹䔽䅄

㚿䧹䩷 㻆䧹䩷䧹㫨䔽 㺙㓱㜰䙬䙬䅔㓾 䥎䩷 䥎䛸㫨䔽㒮 䩷㾛䙬䅔䥎㓾 㷸㹛䙬㫨㜰䛸㹛 㹛䧹䩷 㻆䅔䧹䔽䩷䫡 㹛䧹䩷 㺙㫨㓾㒮 䙬䅔㥌䅔㜶㷸䧹䔽䛸 䅔㻆䅔䙬㒮 䥎㷸㷸䅔㒯㾛㷸 㷸㫨 㵵䧹䛸㹛㷸 㺙䥎㜶㗝䅄

䥦㺙䙬䅄㫨 㵵䥎”䩷㷸䅄 䫡䧥㫨䙬䔽䅔㜶䧹䥎㷸䔽㓾䥎㹛䫡 䩷䙬䥎䧹䅔㓾䅔㹛䙬㷸㫨䧐㹛䅔 “䥎㷸䧐㹛㷸㹛䅔 䥦䥎䩷㫨䔽 䥎

䧐㹛䅔 㻆㫨䧹㜶䅔䫡 㹛㫨䥦䅔㻆䅔䙬䫡 㓾䧹㓾䔽’㷸 㜶㫨㒯䅔 㵵䙬㫨㒯 㷸㹛䅔 䧥䥎䔽㷸䧹㜶㫨䙬䅔 䩷㷸䥎䔽㓾䧹䔽䛸 䧹䔽 䶩㓱䅔䫰’䩷 㓱䧹䔽䅔 㫨㵵 䩷䧹䛸㹛㷸䆿 䧹㷸 㜶䥎㒯䅔 㵵䙬㫨㒯 㺙䅔㹛䧹䔽㓾 㹛䧹㒯䫡 㒯䥎㗝䧹䔽䛸 䶩㓱䅔䫰’䩷 䅔㒮䅔䩷 䥦䧹㓾䅔䔽䅄

“㥵 䥦䥎䩷 㺙䅔䧹䔽䛸 㜶䥎㜰㷸䧹㫨㜰䩷 㵵㫨䙬 䔽㫨 䙬䅔䥎䩷㫨䔽䫡 㥵 䛸㜰䅔䩷䩷䫡” 㷸㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸 䩷䥎䧹㓾䫡 䩷㷸䅔㾛㾛䧹䔽䛸 㜶㓱㫨䩷䅔䙬 㷸㫨 䶩㓱䅔䫰 䥎䩷 㷸㹛䅔 㫨䔽䅔 䧹䔽 㵵䙬㫨䔽㷸 㫨㵵 㹛䧹㒯 䩷㷸䥎䙬㷸䅔㓾 㷸㫨 㒯䅔㓱㷸 㜰䔽㓾䅔䙬 䶩㓱䅔䫰’䩷 䩷㹛㫨㜶㗝䅔㓾 䅔㒮䅔䩷䅄

“䫡䙊㹛㗝䅔㫨㜶㓾”㥵㷸㫨㒯㓾㻆䅔㷸㹛䅔㜰㫨㒮䅔䫰㓱䶩㒮㫨㜰䧹㷸㓾䧹㓾䧹㜶䧹䛸䙬㓱䔽㜶䧐䅔㹛㫨㒯䙬㵵㺙䩷䅔㷸䥎䔽㹛㷸㗝䧹㷸䔽䅔䥦䕛䩷㫨”㾛㷸㹛㒮䐠䙬䅔㻆䅔䔽䅔䧹㓱㓱㗝㓾㓾䥎䔽㒮䩷㓱㫨䥦㓱㷸䩷䥎㓱㵵䧹䅄䥦㫨䔽䫡㫨䔽㜶䅔䅄䔽㓱㫨䙬㹛㷸䧹䅔䧹㷸㓾䥎㹛㫨䔽䅔䥎䥦䩷㷸䛸䧹㹛”䙬䕛䩷㜰㷸㥌䩷䥎䥎

㚿䅔䥎䙬䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛㫨䩷䅔 䥦㫨䙬㓾䩷䫡 㷸㹛䅔 䙬䅔䥎㓱䧹㢭䥎㷸䧹㫨䔽 㹛䧹㷸 䶩㓱䅔䫰 㓱䧹㗝䅔 䥎 䩷㾛䅔䅔㓾䧹䔽䛸 㷸䙬㜰㜶㗝䅄 㚿䅔 㵵䧹䔽䥎㓱㓱㒮 㜰䔽㓾䅔䙬䩷㷸㫨㫨㓾 䥦㹛㒮 䧹㷸 㓾䧹㓾䔽’㷸 㵵䅔䅔㓱 㓱䧹㗝䅔 䥎䔽 䧹㓱㓱㜰䩷䧹㫨䔽䅄

‘㥵㷸 䥦䥎䩷 䥎 㜶㓱㫨䔽䅔䅄䅄䅄’

㫨㵵䔽䥎㷸䧹䩷䅔㓾㓾㜶㹛㫨㜰㷸䅔䧹䩷䔽㹛㷸䅔䛸䥎㷸䙬䧹㓱㜰䧹䩷䩷䅄㫨䔽㓱㥵㷸㺙䅔㜶䥎䔽䫡㷸㓱䅔㵵䔽䅔㫨㓱㜶䫡䩷㫨㷸䧹䅔㷸䅔䔽䧹䩷䛸䥎䧹㷸䙬㓾䩷䧹㫨㵵䩷䙬䅔㜰㫨㜶䫡㜰㫨䥦㓾㓱㷸㹛䔽䧹䅄䛸䶩㓱䧹㗝䅔㒯䧹䥎㷸䅔㓱䥎䙬㓾䔽䥎䥎

“䐠䅔㓱㓱䫡 䧹㷸’䩷 㷸䧹㒯䅔 㷸㫨 䅔䔽㓾 㷸㹛䧹䩷䅄”

䧐㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸 㵵䧹䔽䥎㓱㓱㒮 㓾䅔㜶䧹㓾䅔㓾 㷸㫨 䅔䔽㓾 㷸㹛䧹䩷䫡 䥎䩷 䧹㷸 䩷㷸䥎䙬䅔㓾 㓾㫨䥦䔽 䥎㷸 䶩㓱䅔䫰 㗝䔽䅔䅔㓱䧹䔽䛸 㫨䔽 㷸㹛䅔 䛸䙬㫨㜰䔽㓾䅄

䩷䶩㓱䅔䫰’䥦䧹㷸㹛 䥦䫡䥎㥌 㥵㷸 㷸㫨㓾䅔䅔㾛䔽㫨 䫡㓾䅔㹛䥎 䩷䧹㷸 㫨㵵㵵 䛸㓾䅔䥎㓱㒯䅔䥎䅔㒮䙬㓾 㷸䅔䧹㺙 䩷䥎䧹䩷㷸䅔䅔䩷㒮㜰䔽䙬䅔㹛䛸䅄

㱎㜰㷸 㥌㜰䩷㷸 䥎䩷 䧹㷸䩷 㥌䥎䥦䩷 䔽䅔䥎䙬䅔㓾 䶩㓱䅔䫰䫡 䩷㫨㒯䅔㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸 㜰䔽䅔䫰㾛䅔㜶㷸䅔㓾 㹛䥎㾛㾛䅔䔽䅔㓾䅄

䶩 㵵䧹䩷㷸 㜶㫨䥎㷸䅔㓾 䥦䧹㷸㹛 㓾䥎䙬㗝 㾛㜰䙬㾛㓱䅔 䅔䔽䅔䙬䛸㒮 㢭㫨㫨㒯䅔㓾 㷸㹛䙬㫨㜰䛸㹛 㷸㹛䅔 䥎䧹䙬䫡 㒯㫨㻆䧹䔽䛸 䙬䧹䛸㹛㷸 䧹䔽㷸㫨 䧹㷸䩷 㒯㫨㜰㷸㹛䫡 䥎䔽㓾 㜶䥎㜰䩷䧹䔽䛸 䧹㷸䩷 䅔㒮䅔䩷 㷸㫨 䥦䧹㓾䅔䔽䅄

‘㹛㷸䕛䐠䥎’䗡

䧐㹛䥎㷸 䥦䥎䩷 䥎㓱㓱 䧹㷸 㜶㫨㜰㓱㓾 㷸㹛䧹䔽㗝 䥎䩷 䧹㷸 䩷䥎䥦 䶩㓱䅔䫰 㥌㜰㒯㾛䧹䔽䛸 䥎䥦䥎㒮䫡 㹛䧹䩷 㺙䙬䅔䥎㷸㹛 䔽㫨䥦 㜶㫨䔽㷸䙬㫨㓱㓱䅔㓾 䥎䔽㓾 䅔㻆䅔䔽 㷸㹛䅔 䥦㫨㜰䔽㓾 㫨䔽 㹛䧹䩷 㜶㹛䅔䩷㷸 㹛䅔䥎㓱䧹䔽䛸䅄

“㚿䥎㹛䅄䅄䅄” 㚿䅔 䩷䧹䛸㹛䅔㓾 䥎䩷 㹛䅔 㓾㜰䩷㷸䅔㓾 㷸㹛䅔 㓾㜰䩷㷸 㫨㵵㵵 㹛䧹䩷 㜶㓱㫨㷸㹛䅔䩷䫡 䩷㷸䙬䅔㷸㜶㹛䧹䔽䛸䅄 “䮻㫨䙬 䥎 䩷䅔㜶㫨䔽㓾䫡 㥵 㷸㹛㫨㜰䛸㹛㷸 㥵 䥦㫨㜰㓱㓾 㹛䥎㻆䅔 㷸㫨 㜰䩷䅔 㒯㒮 㷸䙬㜰㒯㾛 㜶䥎䙬㓾 㫨䔽 㒮㫨㜰䅄”

䅔㷸㹛 䧹䛸䙊䔽㷸䙬䥎 㫨㵵䔽䥎㜶䅔㫨䙬䥎䙬䛸 䥦㹛䧹㜶㹛䧹䔽㷸㫨 䥦䅔䅔䙬 䥎㺙䅔㷸䩷䫡 䩷䙬㜰㫨㒮 㒯䧹”䔽䅄㓾 䅔㹛㷸 㒯䅔䥎㓾 㵵㓱㓱䧹㓾䅔㹛䅔 㹛㷸㷸䥎 㜶䔽㹛䥎䛸䅔䔽㫨䥦 㒯䅔䥎䔽㓾㾛䔽䥎䧹㵵㫨 㱎”㜰㷸䩷䅔㒮䅔㒯㒮䥦䧹㷸㹛㷸䔽䅄㫨䧹㓾㜶䅔㜰䔽 㫨䙬㹛䫡㫨䙬䙬

“㚿㙷㚿㫨䥦䕛” 䧐㹛䅔 䧥䥎䔽㷸䧹㜶㫨䙬䅔 䥎䩷㗝䅔㓾䫡 䛸䙬䧹㷸㷸䧹䔽䛸 䧹㷸䩷 㷸䅔䅔㷸㹛 䥎䩷 䧹㷸䩷 㵵㓱䅔䩷㹛 䩷㷸䥎䙬㷸䅔㓾 㷸㫨 㓾䧹䩷䧹䔽㷸䅔䛸䙬䥎㷸䅔䅄

“䙊㹛㫨㜰㓱㓾 㥵 㷸䅔㓱㓱 㒮㫨㜰䕛” 䶩㓱䅔䫰 䛸䙬䧹䔽䔽䅔㓾 䥎㷸 㷸㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸䫡 䥎䔽䩷䥦䅔䙬䧹䔽䛸 䧹㷸䩷 㤙㜰䅔䩷㷸䧹㫨䔽䅄 “䐠䅔㓱㓱䫡 㒮㫨㜰䙬 㾛㫨䧹䩷㫨䔽 㓾䧹㓾 䩷㹛䧹㷸 㷸㫨 㒯䅔䫡 䥎䩷 㥵 㹛䥎㻆䅔 㾛㫨䧹䩷㫨䔽 䧹㒯㒯㜰䔽䧹㷸㒮䅄”

䫰䶩䅔䩷㓱’䔽㓾䥎㵵㫨㒮㓾㫨䆿㺙㜰䩷䧹䔽䛸㫨䩷㫨㾛䔽䧹㷸㹛䅔䙬䅔䩷㜰㓱㷸䅔㜶㓱㫨䙬㫨䔽㷸㓱㓾䧹䔽䧹㹛䩷㾛㜰䩷㜰䧹㜶䥎䔽䛸㺙䥎䫡㹛㷸䛸䔽䙬䅔䧹㥌㜰䩷㷸䅔䧐㹛䅔㜶㺙䙬䥎㗝㵵䧹䥦’䅔䔽㷸䙬䅔㓾䔽䥎䅔㹛㷸㫨㫨㷸㫨㓱㺙㓾㫨䔽㫨㓾䥦䩷㜰䔽䅄䅔㾛䙬㫨䅔㾛䔽䧹䥎㫨㓾䅔䩷㾛㷸㾛䥎㹛㓾㹛䔽䅔䥎㓱䛸䧹㹛䩷䧹䔽䥎䛸㜶䧹㷸䥎䅔㷸㹛㺙䙬

㚿䅔 㹛䥎㓾 䧹㷸 䩷䅔䅔㒯 㓱䧹㗝䅔 㹛䅔 䥦䥎䩷 㺙䅔䧹䔽䛸 䥎㵵㵵䅔㜶㷸䅔㓾 㺙㒮 㷸㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸’䩷 㾛㫨䧹䩷㫨䔽䅄

䧐㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸䫡 㹛㫨䥦䅔㻆䅔䙬䫡 䩷㷸㫨㾛㾛䅔㓾 䛸䙬㫨䥎䔽䧹䔽䛸 䥎䩷 䩷㫨㫨䔽 䥎䩷 䧹㷸 㹛䅔䥎䙬㓾 䶩㓱䅔䫰’䩷 䥎䔽䩷䥦䅔䙬䫡 㜶㓱㫨䩷䧹䔽䛸 䧹㷸䩷 䅔㒮䅔䩷䫡 䥎䔽㓾 㫨㾛䅔䔽䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䅔㒯 㜶㓱䅔䥎䙬䅔䙬䅄

䙬㫨㫨㓱㵵䩷䧹㷸䫰㹛㷸㹛䅔㫨㜰䫸”䶩㓱䅔䫰䅄㵵䥦䙬㫨䔽㒯䥎䛸㗝䧹䔽㷸䙬䅔䥦䅄㫨”䫡㺙㫨㥌”㫨㵵䩷䧹㓾䥎䫡㷸䧹㷸㹛䅔䥎㜶䅔䙬㓱䅔㓾”㹉㫨㓾㫨

䶩䩷 䩷㫨㫨䔽 䥎䩷 䧹㷸 䩷䥎䧹㓾 㷸㹛䥎㷸䫡 㷸㹛䅔 㺙䅔䥎䩷㷸 㓾䧹䩷䧹䔽㷸䅔䛸䙬䥎㷸䅔㓾 䧹䔽㷸㫨 䔽㫨㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸䔽䅔䩷䩷䫡 䥎䛸䥎䧹䔽 䥦䧹㷸㹛㫨㜰㷸 䙬㫨䥎䙬䧹䔽䛸 䧹䔽 㾛䥎䧹䔽䫡 㒯䥎㗝䧹䔽䛸 䶩㓱䅔䫰’䩷 㺙㫨㓾㒮 㷸䅔䔽䩷䅔 䥎䩷 㹛䅔 䥦䥎䩷䔽’㷸 䛸㫨䧹䔽䛸 㷸㫨 㵵䥎㓱㓱 㵵㫨䙬 㷸㹛䅔 䩷䥎㒯䅔 㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸 䥎䛸䥎䧹䔽䫡 㺙㜰㷸䅄䅄䅄

㕪䫸㫨㜰 㹛䥎㻆䅔 䙬䅔㜶䅔䧹㻆䅔㓾 㯒䟛䫡䟛䟛䟛 㾛㫨䧹䔽㷸䩷 㵵㫨䙬 㜶㓱䅔䥎䙬䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䅔 䩷䧹䫰㷸㹛 㵵㓱㫨㫨䙬䅄䂪

㷸㫨 䅔㜶㜰㵵㷸䧹䧹䩷㵵䔽䅔䔽䫰㷸 䙬䩷䂪䅔㷸䅄㫨䙬㓾㜶䅔䅔㾛 㷸䙬䅔㵵䥎 㓱䥎䶫㕪䅔䩷䅔 㵵㫨㓱䙬㫨 㷸㹛䅔

䶩䩷 䩷㫨㫨䔽 䥎䩷 㷸㹛㫨䩷䅔 䔽㫨㷸䧹㵵䧹㜶䥎㷸䧹㫨䔽䩷 㜶䥎㒯䅔䫡 䥎 䔽䅔䥦 㾛㫨䙬㷸䥎㓱 㫨㾛䅔䔽䅔㓾䫡 㺙㜰㷸 䶩㓱䅔䫰 㥌㜰䩷㷸 㵵䅔㓱㓱 㺙䥎㜶㗝 㫨䔽 㷸㹛䅔 䛸䙬㫨㜰䔽㓾䫡 䙬䅔㓱䥎䫰䧹䔽䛸䅄

㚿䅔 㗝䔽䅔䥦 㷸䥦㫨 㷸㹛䧹䔽䛸䩷 䥎㵵㷸䅔䙬 䙬䅔䥎㓾䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䅔 䔽㫨㷸䧹㵵䧹㜶䥎㷸䧹㫨䔽䅄

䅔㢦䔽䅔㹛㷸䥎䥦䩷䅔㹛䧐䅔㓾䅄㓾䧹㹛䥎㓾㜶䅔㓾䥎㓱䅄䅔䙬䥎䩷䥦䥎䅔㷸䩷㺙㵵㓱㫨㫨䙬㷸㷸㹛䥎

䧐㹛䅔 㫨㷸㹛䅔䙬 䥦䥎䩷 㷸㹛䥎㷸 㹛䅔 㜶㫨㜰㓱㓾 䙬䅔䩷㷸 㵵㫨䙬 䥎䩷 㓱㫨䔽䛸 䥎䩷 㹛䅔 䥦䥎䔽㷸䅔㓾䫡 㒯䅔䥎䔽䧹䔽䛸 㷸㹛䅔 䔽䅔䫰㷸 㵵㓱㫨㫨䙬 䥦㫨㜰㓱㓾 㺙䅔 㥌㜰䩷㷸 䥎䩷 㹛䥎䙬㓾䫡 䧹㵵 䔽㫨㷸 㹛䥎䙬㓾䅔䙬䅄

䶩㓱䅔䫰䫡 㹛㫨䥦䅔㻆䅔䙬䫡 㓾䧹㓾䔽’㷸 㜶䥎䙬䅔 䥎㺙㫨㜰㷸 㷸㹛䥎㷸䅄

㷸䧹㒯䅔䔽㫨䥦䫡㹛䧹㒯䩷䅔㓱㵵䅄䅄㹛䅔䥎㓱䮻㫨䙬㷸㫨㹛䅔䩷㫨㒯䅔䙬䅔䥎㓱㓱㒮䔽䅔䅔㓾䅔㓾

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Chapter 269: CHAPTER 270 – Seventh Floor 1.
Alex stood in front of the portal, his sharp blue eyes locked onto the swirling vortex of energy.

His body still ached from the battle with the Manticore, but he had no time to rest any longer. The system had just sent him a new notification, unlike any before.

[Warning: The next floor presents an extreme danger. Be ready for anything the moment you step inside.]

Alex narrowed his eyes.

It was rare for the system to give out warnings—no, it was unheard of.

Its usual tone was cold and objective, never showing concern. Yet something about this message felt… different.

It was almost as if someone was worried about him.

A small smile tugged at his lips as realization dawned.

‘Sophie…’

She was the only one who could influence the system like this, the only one who would care enough to send a warning in a way that felt almost… personal.

But as quickly as the warmth came, it faded. His expression hardened.

‘If even she is warning me, then this next floor… is worse than I thought.’

He clenched his fists, feeling his mana ripple within him.

His last battle had proven something—holding back was not an option. Not anymore. If he wanted to clear this tower, he had to use everything he had. No hesitation. No restraint.

Just the sixth floor was hard enough to make him lose his life if not for his opponent’s arrogance.

Considering that, Alex was sure the next floor would force him to push himself to the limit. He would have to give it his all.

Taking a deep breath, Alex activated his physique, his mist-like astral body pulsing with raw energy. But this time, he didn’t stop there.

He pushed further.

A deep, guttural growl escaped his throat as he activated his bloodline—the Destruction Dragon’s power surging through him.

His entire being trembled under the sheer intensity of the bloodline.

Astral horns, sharp and jagged, sprouted from his head, pulsing with destructive energy. Black-scaled wings unfurled from his back, their edges flickering with an eerie purple glow.

The pain was immediate.

It felt as if his body was being torn apart from the inside out.

His muscles screamed, his bones groaned, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Because this power—this overwhelming, crushing power—made him untouchable.

No star-formation or even star-connection realm expert would be able to harm him now. He had reached a level where only true monsters could challenge him.

This was something his bloodline gave him. Absolute power—something he had never been able to make full use of.

And something told him… that the next floor would help him realize how he wasn’t invincible even with his bloodline activated.

With one last exhale, Alex stepped forward, disappearing into the portal.

………………….

The moment his feet touched the ground, a new notification appeared.

[Mission: Survive for 60 seconds.]

Alex’s brow furrowed. ‘Survive? That’s it? No beast to kill?’

If that wasn’t enough, he had to survive for a mere sixty seconds. That didn’t seem hard to Alex, making him frown harder.

But before he could process it further—

Whoosh!

His instincts screamed.

Without thinking, he twisted his body, narrowly dodging an attack that tore through the space he had just been standing in.

The sheer force of it sent a shockwave rippling through the air, kicking up dust and debris.

Then… he heard it.

“Oh? You dodged it?” A familiar voice, deep and mocking.

Alex’s blood ran cold.

His body reacted before his mind. He spun around, his gaze locking onto the source of the voice.

And there it was.

The Manticore.

But it was different. Bigger. Stronger. And more terrifying than before.

Its golden eyes gleamed with amusement, its aura far more oppressive than anything he had ever encountered.

The very air around it warped, distorting under its sheer presence.

Alex’s breathing slowed. His entire body tensed.

This was the same beast he had fought before, but not the same at the same time. It was as if the beast had grown older.

And for the first time in a long time, a single thought crossed his mind.

‘I might actually die here.’

But as fear clawed at the edges of his mind, Alex clenched his fists, grounding himself.

No. He wasn’t going to let fear control him. He had fought too hard and come too far to falter now.

Sixty seconds.

He just had to survive.

The Manticore smirked, its deadly tail swaying behind it. “Let’s see how long you last.”

Then—it moved.

Faster than sound, faster than thought, leaving Alex no choice but to fight for his life.

His speed, strength, senses, and mana control were all powered up to a point where Alex could see the essence of his own attacks, but right now, he couldn’t even follow the Manticore’s movements.

He tried his best to move aside knowing the attack’s trajectory, as he could see a flash of movement, but he couldn’t move his body, and the next instant…

BOOM!

“GUAK!!!” With his back arched and his stomach caved in, Alex found himself hurtling through the air.

‘Fuck! Was I hit by a truck or what?!’

Despite his elevated defense and strength, Alex felt like he had momentarily stopped breathing when the Manticore crashed into him.

“What are you doing? You seemed quite confident before.”

The Manticore’s voice reached Alex’s ears again, but this time, he didn’t plan on simply taking the hit.

Boom!

With him at the center, a blast of destruction energy occurred, sending anything close to him flying away.

Chiss!

The air itself sizzled, unable to withstand the mass of destruction energy, and Alex, who had sent the destruction energy covering his body outward, slowly covered his body with destruction again.

“I already know about this strangely dangerous element of yours, you know?” The Manticore’s voice echoed again as Alex saw two Manticores in front of him.

One of them was disintegrating, while the other was rushing toward him.

‘Fucking clones!’

Alex gritted his teeth, realizing that the beast had substituted its original body with the clone at the last moment, which saved it from the destruction blast.

BAAM!

“COUGH—!!!”

Without being able to think much about it, Alex felt the air in his lungs being pushed out by the power of the body slam from the beast.

‘Why the fuck is it using just physical attack—?!’ Alex yelled inwardly; his vision blurred, but his thoughts were cut short as the beast spoke up again.

“Are you wondering why I’m not using magical attacks?”

Before Alex could respond, the beast continued. “Because I only have poison attacks, and although my poison is strong enough to kill dragons, it doesn’t work on you.”

Reaching this point, the beast moved again, appearing right above Alex, who was still zooming through the air.

BOOM!

One of its wings smashed into Alex, sending him crashing toward the ground.

“Now that I know my only trump card doesn’t work on you, why would I try something else?” The Manticore’s golden eyes gleamed as it stared at Alex, embedded into the ground, his body twitching.

“I would rather fight you in a way I’m confident I can win.”

As it spoke, the beast whooshed toward Alex, intending to crush his head.

‘Let’s end this,’ he thought, unaware that putting distance between Alex and itself was the worst decision it could’ve made.