Capítulo 819: The Origin of Rael [ 1 ]

“Alright then, listen carefully,” the Supreme Beast said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Everything you’ve been told so far has both been the truth and a lie. In a way, your existence is even more mysterious than mine, and I was born very, very long ago.”

Rael rolled his eyes.

Yet right as he was about to reply, the Supreme Beast interjected.

“You’re not a human. It’d be safer to call you some sort of robot, but I don’t think you like that title very much. At least, I don’t remember you liking it.”

“Get to the point,” Rael said coldly.

And finally…

“Alright then. Your real identity is just a basic virtual reality headset. In fact, on the day the apocalypse began in my world, the disconnect from all electricity and the influence of mana automatically created a character from scratch.”

“That character was tossed into Sketa Online, inside a basic rat den dungeon. That character wasn’t supposed to retain any of his memories, but by some sheer miracle, he did.”

The Supreme Beast approached Rael, placing a hand over his shoulder.

“In a way, you’re like a being who, because of a miracle, copied every single one of my memories and then came into existence. Your birth is the Shattering, since the moment you came into existence, the multiverse was born.”

He let out a sigh.

“Obviously, time flowed differently. For you, it might have only been a few seconds. For me, it had been trillions of years. In the end, I found myself in a battle against the strongest forces in the universe.”

“I was never going to win. Hell, I didn’t even have any intention of winning. All I wanted to do was get this shit over with and reunite with my wife in the next life. But… the miracle that was your birth came to be.”

“Once you finally woke up, every single being I was fighting had their powers split into several different pieces, each one traveling into a different universe.”

He lowered his head slightly.

“I was a little confused, since I wasn’t affected. Still, I took that chance to kill everyone there, and because of the beings that remained, they attributed the whole shit-show to me. I was called the strongest, a being who killed all the Ancient Primordials and murdered the Divine Realm’s royal family.”

The Supreme Beast paused for a moment and then finally turned around. He just stared into the blank space for a few moments, not saying a word.

“Welp. The reputation was nice. Though, it didn’t bring my wife back. To top it all off, I now have a hormonal teenager chasing me throughout the universe, thinking I was the one responsible for the Shattering, when it really was just you being born.”

With that, silence once again descended.

In the meantime, Rael just stood there, his brain barely processing what he had just heard.

He had a lot of theories in his mind. A lot of those theories seemed far-fetched and barely plausible. But this…?

He was just a virtual reality headset that came to life and created a character…?

Was that really all he was this whole time?

“Then… what about the class selection?”

“If you have full control over the system, you can choose any class you want. As it so happens, that one part where you chose your class was completely random. You could’ve gotten a janitor, or even the god of gods,” the Supreme Beast replied.

Rael’s brow twitched.

“What about the other survivors from the Shattering? The—”

“Don’t listen to anything that hag says. She doesn’t know anything either. There aren’t any survivors to begin with, since those who were alive are still alive.”

He pointed at Rael’s forehead.

“Melissa, Jane, the Supreme Monsters. Everyone had already been alive. Though… I’m sorry to break it to you this way, but you don’t really have a sister. She doesn’t know it either, since I wiped everyone’s memories.”

“…”

Ah…

What a cruel joke.

Everything he had sought out to fix and everything he had been striving toward for a while now… it was nothing but a cruel, cruel joke.

He treated Melissa as his sister, since that was all that he could remember. He wanted to make amends for everything he did, and to top it all off…

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you try to explain anything to her?”

The Supreme Beast bowed slightly.

“I didn’t want to. I left that life behind, and for better or worse, I wanted you to take over. That’s why I never reached out. I wanted to avoid you, and I was so close… so damn close to you pissing off and clearing everything up.”

“And yet, everything’s once again in shambles.”

“…”

That wasn’t any better.

If anything, that made Rael even angrier than before, since he realized just how shit of a person the Supreme Beast was.

But then again, he could barely think at the moment, since the revelation a moment ago had practically turned his brain into mush.

And yet…

“What about the memories then? Soul damage… we suffered a lot from dying in Sketa Online. If I only copied the memories you had, then how in the hell did I regain the memories I shouldn’t have even gotten?”

The Supreme Beast tilted his head slightly.

“That… I have no clue. If I’m being honest, that was one of the mysteries I was trying to solve. The best conclusion I could come up with was that the memories were never gone. They were just buried deep beneath our damaged souls.”

It was a mystery…

And although Rael had a bunch of questions, he didn’t feel like the Supreme Beast would answer them all.

But…

“Since I can already guess what you’ll ask next, I’ll just tell you straight up.”

He coughed once.

“Since you were weak and targeted by everyone, I decided to give you some of my power. Rather, I gave you the opportunity to get some of my power through the Memory Record, the Premium Perk system, and a couple more ways.”

“㣽䡕㴙䰨䙰㙘㾪䘦㼏

蘆

䰨䧰

䏒㪾㣽

㪾㚒䝧

盧

㲡

㾪䍱䏒

老

䏒㣽㪾

㣋㣽㡱㴙

䍱㾪䧰㚒㣽䡕㙘䏒䏒

㪾㦟㣋䠩䧰㚒䍱䍱䏒

㾪䘦㣽䡕㙘㼏㴙䰨

㚒㡱㪾㣽

爐

㴙㚒䰨

㾪䡕㾪㤁㡱䧰㣋䘦䴡

㣽䰨䰨䝧㾪㴙㣽

㾪䙰䘦㣋

擄

蘆

㚒

㣽㪾㡱䍱㣽䧰䏒㦟㴙㣋

盧

䏒䴡㾲㾪

㣽㤁

㾪”䎢㪾㪾䘦㦟

㲡䰨

擄

魯

䘦㾪㣋

路

㾪䏒

㾪䘦㣋

䴡䴡䘦䴡㚒䝧㣽㙘㴙

㤁䠩䧰㣽䍱㦟

䜉䧰䏒㪾 䏒㪾㾪䴡㣽 㼏㾪㴙䝧䴡䠩 䏒㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 㕼㾪䍱䏒䧰䍱䘦㣽䝧䂕

“䙖䘦㴙㡱䧰㡱㣽䝧 䏒㪾㣽 㕼㚒䘦䴡㚒䡕䧰䏒㣋 㾪䰨 䧰䍱㣽㡱䧰䏒㚒㤁䡕㣽 䝧㣽㚒䏒㪾䙰 䙆㾪㣽䴡 䏒㪾㚒䏒 㴙䧰䍱㦟 㚒 㤁㣽䡕䡕㭮 䜉㣽䡕䡕䠩 䏒㪾㣽 䴡㣋䴡䏒㣽㾲 䥥䧰䍱䝧 㾪䰨 㦟䡕䧰䏒㕼㪾㣽䝧 㾪䘦䏒䙰 㭿㾪䘦 㼏㣽㴙㣽 䏒㣽㕼㪾䍱䧰㕼㚒䡕䡕㣋 㤁㾪㴙䍱䠩 㤁䘦䏒 䴡䧰䍱㕼㣽 㣋㾪䘦㴙 㤁䧰㴙䏒㪾 䏒㾪㾪䥥 㣽㾪䍱䴡䠩 㣋㾪䘦 㼏㣽㴙㣽 㤁㚒䴡䧰㕼㚒䡕䡕㣋 䝧㣽㚒䝧 㚒䡕䡕 䏒㪾㚒䏒 䏒䧰㾲㣽䙰 䖮䍱㕼㣽 㣋㾪䘦 㼏㣽㴙㣽 㣽㡱㣽䍱䏒䘦㚒䡕䡕㣋 㤁㾪㴙䍱䠩 䏒㪾㣽 䴡㣋䴡䏒㣽㾲 䝧䧰䝧䍱’䏒 䥥䍱㾪㼏 㼏㪾㚒䏒 䰨㣽㚒䏒 䏒㾪 㦟䧰㡱㣽 㣋㾪䘦䠩 䴡㾪 䧰䏒 䟝䘦䴡䏒 㦟㚒㡱㣽 㣋㾪䘦 䏒㪾㚒䏒䙰”

㪾䧰䴡

䧰䏒䡕䏒䝧㣽

䡕䓯㚒㣽

䝧㚒㪾㣽䙰

“䙆䧰䝧䍱’䏒 䧰䏒 䴡㚒㣋 䏒㪾㚒䏒 㣋㾪䘦’㴙㣽 㴙㣽䡕㚒䏒㣽䝧 䏒㾪 䏒㪾䧰䴡㭮”

䎢㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 䴡㪾㾪㾪䥥 㪾䧰䴡 㪾㣽㚒䝧䙰

㴙䰨㾪

䏒㪾㣽

㚒䴡㼏

㣽㾲䧰㦟㪾䏒’㡱

㚒

㪾㣽䏒

㣽㪾䏒

㪾䏒㚒䏒

㚒䏒䙰䰨㣽

䏒䏒㪾㚒

䝧㣽㣽䏒䡕䝧㣽

㾪䘦㣋

䴡㴙䍱䙰㣽㚒㾪

䏒䧰

㾪䍱䏒

䧰䏒

㲡’䡕䡕

䏒㾪

䴡㚒㣽㾪䍱㴙䠩

䍱䧰㣽䍱㣽㴙䏒㣽㡱䝧

䍱䝧㚒

䟝䏒䘦䴡

㡱㣽䍱㦟䧰

䴡䥥㚒

䋊䍱㣋㪾㾪㼏䙰䙰䙰

㙘䍱㣋䏒䡕㣽

䏒㦟㣽

“㲡

㾪䏒

䯢㚒䝧

䜺䘦䴡䴡䧰䠩㾪㣽䍱䏒

䴡䏒㦟㴙䏒㚒㪾䧰

㾪㣋䘦

䘦䴡䟝䏒

䘦㤁䏒

㣋䏒䴡㾲䴡㣽

䏒㼏㚒䍱

䰨㾪

䏒䡕䡕㣽

㚒䏒㚒䡕㣋䴡䏒㕼

㲡

㴙”㣽㪾㣽䙰

㲡

䯢㣽 㾪䍱㕼㣽 㚒㦟㚒䧰䍱 㕼䡕㣽㚒㴙㣽䝧 㪾䧰䴡 䏒㪾㴙㾪㚒䏒 㚒䍱䝧 䴡㚒䧰䝧䂕

“䱑㡱㣽䍱 䏒㪾㾪䘦㦟㪾 㣋㾪䘦 㼏㣽㴙㣽 㾪䍱㕼㣽 㼏㪾㾪 㣋㾪䘦 㼏㣽㴙㣽䠩 䏒㪾㚒䏒 䝧㾪㣽䴡䍱’䏒 㾲㣽㚒䍱 㣋㾪䘦’㴙㣽 䍱㾪䏒 㴙㣽㚒䡕䙰 㭿㾪䘦’㴙㣽 㣋㾪䘦㴙 㾪㼏䍱 㙘㣽㴙䴡㾪䍱䠩 㚒䍱䝧 䝧㣽䴡㙘䧰䏒㣽 㪾㚒㡱䧰䍱㦟 䴡㾪㾲㣽 㾪䰨 㾲㣋 㾲㣽㾲㾪㴙䧰㣽䴡䠩 䏒㪾㚒䏒 䝧㾪㣽䴡䍱’䏒 㕼㪾㚒䍱㦟㣽 㾲䘦㕼㪾䙰 㲡䍱 䏒㪾㣽 㣽䍱䝧䠩 䏒㪾㣽 㙘㣽㾪㙘䡕㣽 㣋㾪䘦 䡕㾪㡱㣽 㚒䍱䝧 㕼㪾㣽㴙䧰䴡㪾 㚒㴙㣽 䏒㪾㣽 䴡㚒㾲㣽 㙘㣽㾪㙘䡕㣽 㼏㪾㾪 䡕㾪㡱㣽 㣋㾪䘦 㤁㚒㕼䥥 䰨㾪㴙 㼏㪾㾪 㣋㾪䘦 㚒㴙㣽䙰”

㦟㚒䠩䍱䏒䧰

㣋㚒䠩㪾㣽

䧰䏒

㕼䰨䘦㾪䴡

㪾㾲䘦㕼

䍱䝧㾪’䏒

㦟䧰㦟㣽䍱䏒䏒

䍱㾪䝧㦟䧰

䏒䧰䍱䥥㪾

䡕䥥䧰㣽

㪾㾪㴙䏒㣽

㴙㡱䘦䍱䴡䧰㣽㣽

䏒䋊䰨㴙㣽

㾪䰨

䏒㾪㾪

䧰㚒㪾䠩䍱䏒䍱㣋㦟

䙰䏒䧰

䝧㚒䍱

䏒䴡㪾䏒㴙㚒㣽

䡕䙖㣽䍱㾪㣽䍱

‘㾪䏒䝧䍱

㣽㚒䴡㙘

䘦㤁㾪㚒䏒

㚒㣽㪾㡱

䍱㲡䴡㚒䏒䝧㣽䠩

㚒䏒

䡕㚒䠩䡕

㣽㾪䍱

㾪䘦㣋

䏒䧰㪾䍱䙰㦟䴡

㙘䝧㾪”䙰

㾪䙰㾪㕼㣽䘦䏒㾲

䥥䧰㪾䍱䏒

㪾㣽䎢

㾪㤁䏒㚒䘦

“䙖㾪

㾪䍱

㚒䝧䍱

䡕䡕㚒

䍱䏒㾪㴙䴡㴙㣽㦟

䏒䍱㣋㴙㦟㣽㪾㡱㣽䧰

㣋㾪䰨㣽䘦䴡䡕㴙

䡕䍱㾪㣋

䧰䴡

䡕䡕㚒䙰

㚒

䰨㲡

䍱㚒䝧

䧰䩃䘦㣽㕼䍱

䡕䧰䧰㦟䏒䧰㾲䍱

䧰䍱

㴙㚒㣽

䘦㾪㣋

㾪䏒

㴙㣽㚒

䴡䘦䟝䏒

㴙㾪䏒䴡䴡

䎢㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 䡕㣽䏒 㾪䘦䏒 㚒 㕼㪾䘦㕼䥥䡕㣽䙰

“㲡 䥥䍱㾪㼏 䏒㪾㣽 㙘㚒䏒㪾 䏒㾪 㚒 㪾䧰㦟㪾㣽㴙 㴙㣽㚒䡕㾲䠩 㤁䘦䏒 㚒䴡 䧰䏒 䴡䏒㚒䍱䝧䴡䠩 㲡’㾲 㼏㚒㣋 䏒㾪㾪 㼏㣽㚒䥥 䏒㾪 㦟㾪 䏒㪾㣽㴙㣽䙰 㲡䰨 㣋㾪䘦 㦟㣽䏒 䴡䏒㴙㾪䍱㦟 㣽䍱㾪䘦㦟㪾䠩 㲡’䡕䡕 䴡㪾㾪㼏 䧰䏒 䏒㾪 㣋㾪䘦 㚒䍱䝧 㣋㾪䘦㴙 㼏䧰㡱㣽䴡䙰 㲡䰨 䏒㪾㚒䏒’䴡 㼏㪾㚒䏒 㣋㾪䘦 㼏㚒䍱䏒䠩 㾪䰨 㕼㾪䘦㴙䴡㣽䙰”

“䙰㲡䙰䙰

“䘦䴡㦟䙰䴡㣽

䓯㚒㣽䡕 㙘㚒䘦䴡㣽䝧 䰨㾪㴙 㚒 㾲㾪㾲㣽䍱䏒 㤁㣽䰨㾪㴙㣽 䴡䧰㦟㪾䧰䍱㦟䙰 䯢㣽 㼏䧰䴡㪾㣽䝧 䏒㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 㼏㾪䘦䡕䝧 䟝䘦䴡䏒 䴡䏒㾪㙘 䏒㚒䡕䥥䧰䍱㦟 㚒䍱䝧 㦟䧰㡱㣽 㪾䧰㾲 䴡㾪㾲㣽 䴡㾪㴙䏒 㾪䰨 䴡䧰䡕㡱㣽㴙 䡕䧰䍱䧰䍱㦟䠩 䴡䧰䍱㕼㣽 㚒䴡 䧰䏒 䴡䏒㾪㾪䝧䠩 㪾㣽 㼏㚒䴡 㼏㚒㣋 䏒㾪㾪 䴡䥥㣽㙘䏒䧰㕼㚒䡕 㾪䰨 㣽㡱㣽㴙㣋䏒㪾䧰䍱㦟 䍱㾪㼏䙰

䎢㪾㾪䘦㦟㪾 㚒䏒 䏒㪾㣽 㡱㣽㴙㣋 䡕㣽㚒䴡䏒䙰䙰䙰

䏒㪾㣽

䙆”㾪䏒’䍱

㲡

㼏䴡㡱䧰㣽

㤁㚒㾪䘦䏒

㣋䘦㾪䠩

㚒㪾㼏䏒

㚒㾲

䴡䴡䧰㣽䘦䙰

㕼䟝㚒㚒䴡䥥䴡

㣋㾲

㣽䍱㡱㣽

㣋㚒䘦䏒㕼䋊䠩䡕䡕

䎢㪾㣽

㼏䧰㚒䥥㦟䡕䍱

㲡

䴡䝧䘦㣽

㣽㪾䏒

㚒䴡㼏

㚒䘦㴙㾪䝧䍱

䙰㣽㚒㾲㴙㪾”

㼏㾪㣋㴙㴙

㦟䧰䍱㣋㭮䴡㚒

䍱䡕㾪㣋

䰨䧰㣽䠩㼏

㾪䏒

㦟㤁䧰

䡕䧰㣽䘦䍱䥥

㣋䘦㾪

㪾䧰䴡

㲡

㾪㚒䡕㣋䡕

㾪㼏䍱

䰨䧰㣽㼏

㪾㚒㡱㣽

㣽㪾㚒㡱䙰

㾪㣽䍱

䏒䧰㪾㼏

㚒㴙䍱䏒㣽’

㾲䴡㣽㚒

䴡䧰㣽㡱㼏

㾪䏒

㚒䍱䝧

㨣䡕㣽㚒㴙䡕㣋䠩 㪾㣽 㼏㚒䴡 䏒㴙㣋䧰䍱㦟 䏒㾪 㕼㪾㣽㣽㴙 䓯㚒㣽䡕 䘦㙘䙰 䣡䘦䏒 㚒䴡 䧰䏒 䴡䏒㾪㾪䝧䠩 䓯㚒㣽䡕 䟝䘦䴡䏒 䴡㾲䧰䡕㣽䝧 㚒䏒 㪾䧰㾲 㚒䍱䝧 㕼㾪䍱䏒䧰䍱䘦㣽䝧 䴡䘦䡕䥥䧰䍱㦟䙰 䯢㣽 䰨㣽䡕䏒 䡕䧰䥥㣽 㪾㣽 㪾㚒䝧 㚒 䡕㾪䏒 㾲㾪㴙㣽 䜺䘦㣽䴡䏒䧰㾪䍱䴡 䏒㾪 㚒䴡䥥䠩 㤁䘦䏒 䏒㪾㣽䍱 㚒㦟㚒䧰䍱䠩 㣽㡱㣽㴙㣋 㚒䍱䴡㼏㣽㴙 㼏㾪䘦䡕䝧 㚒䡕䴡㾪 㾲㚒䥥㣽 㪾䧰㾲 䏒㪾㚒䏒 㾲䘦㕼㪾 㾲㾪㴙㣽 䝧㣽㙘㴙㣽䴡䴡㣽䝧䙰

䙖㾪 㪾㣽 㕼㪾㾪䴡㣽 䏒㾪 䟝䘦䴡䏒 䴡㪾䘦䏒 䘦㙘 䰨㾪㴙 䍱㾪㼏 㚒䍱䝧 㙘㴙㾪㕼㣽䴡䴡 㣽㡱㣽㴙㣋䏒㪾䧰䍱㦟 㚒䏒 㪾䧰䴡 㾪㼏䍱 㙘㚒㕼㣽䙰

㼏㪾䍱㣽

㲡䍱

䏒䏒㪾㚒

䡕䡕䰨䘦

䏒㾪

㼏㚒䴡

㪾㣽

䍱㾪㼏

䧰䏒㪾䴡

䍱㣽㚒䝧䀸䍱䙰㾲

㪾㚒䝧

䧰䴡㪾

䴡䴡㣽㣽䍱

㣽㚒㾲㕼

䏒㪾㣽

䠩㼏䡕㾪䝧㴙

㚒㣽㾲䍱

㚒㾲䝧㣽

䏒㕼䏒㾪䙰㣽㸐䍱

㼏㣋䠩㚒

㪾㣽

㾪䏒䡕

䴡䰨㴙䧰䏒

㪾䎢䏒㚒

㾲㾪㣽㴙

䋊䡕䴡㾪䠩 䏒㪾㣽 䰨㚒㕼䏒 䏒㪾㚒䏒 䋊䍱䘦㤁䧰䴡 㕼㚒䡕䡕㣽䝧 㪾䧰㾲 㚒䍱 䖮䘦䏒㣽㴙 㾲㚒䝧㣽 䴡㣽䍱䴡㣽 㚒䴡 㼏㣽䡕䡕䙰 䋊䰨䏒㣽㴙 㚒䡕䡕䠩 㪾㣽 䝧䧰䝧䍱’䏒 㤁㣽䡕㾪䍱㦟 㚒䍱㣋㼏㪾㣽㴙㣽䙰 䯢㣽 㣽㸐䧰䴡䏒㣽䝧 㤁㾪䏒㪾 㣽㡱㣽㴙㣋㼏㪾㣽㴙㣽 㚒䍱䝧 䍱㾪㼏㪾㣽㴙㣽䙰

䎢㪾㚒䏒 䝧䧰䝧䍱’䏒 㾲㣽㚒䍱 㪾㣽 㼏㚒䴡 䧰㾲㾲䘦䍱㣽 䏒㾪 䏒㪾㣽 䘦䍱䧰㡱㣽㴙䴡㚒䡕 䡕㚒㼏䴡 㤁㚒㕼䥥 䏒㪾㣽䍱䠩 䏒㪾㾪䘦㦟㪾䙰 㢲㾪㼏 㪾㣽 㼏㚒䴡䙰

䙖䏒䡕䧰䙰䙰䡕䙰

㲡䏒’䴡 㚒 㤁䧰䏒 䝧㣽㙘㴙㣽䴡䴡䧰䍱㦟䙰 㲡 䏒㪾㾪䘦㦟㪾䏒 㲡 䥥䍱㣽㼏 㚒 䡕㾪䏒䠩 㚒䍱䝧 㲡 㦟䘦㣽䴡䴡 㲡 䝧䧰䝧䙰 㲡 䟝䘦䴡䏒 䝧䧰䝧䍱’䏒 㴙㣽㚒䡕䡕㣋 㪾㚒㡱㣽 䏒㪾㣽 䰨䘦䡕䡕 㙘䧰㕼䏒䘦㴙㣽 㚒䍱㣋 㾪䰨 䏒㪾㣽䴡㣽 䏒䧰㾲㣽䴡䙰

䋊䍱䝧 䰨㾪㴙 䏒㪾㚒䏒䠩 䓯㚒㣽䡕 䝧㣽㕼䧰䝧㣽䝧 䍱㾪䏒 䏒㾪 㤁䡕㚒㾲㣽 㪾䧰㾲䴡㣽䡕䰨 䏒㾪㾪 㪾㚒㴙䝧䙰

䋊䡕䡕”

㴙䙖㾲䘦㣽㙘㣽

䥥㣽䝧䴡㚒䙰

䏒㪾㣽

“䝧㾪㭮䍱㼏

䝧䡕䏒㣽㣽䴡䏒

䣡䏒㣽䴡㚒

䓯㚒㣽䡕 䟝䘦䴡䏒 䴡㪾㴙䘦㦟㦟㣽䝧䙰

䙖㣽㣽䧰䍱㦟 䏒㪾㚒䏒䠩 䏒㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 䝧㣽㕼䧰䝧㣽䝧 䏒㾪 䡕㣽䏒 㪾䧰㾲 䧰䍱 㾪䍱 䴡㾪㾲㣽䏒㪾䧰䍱㦟 㚒 䡕䧰䏒䏒䡕㣽 㾲㾪㴙㣽 㙘㣽㴙䴡㾪䍱㚒䡕䙰

㼏䴡㚒

㴙㪾㣽䏒㾪

“䓠㣋

䧰㦟䏒㪾㾲

䙰”䴡㣽㣽䍱

䏒㪾㣽

㪾㣽䏒

䰨㾪

㚒䴡

㴙㣽㡱㣽

㙘㾪㣽㣽䡕㙘

䙆㣽䴡㙘㚒㴙䙰䧰

䝧’㲡

㣽㪾䙖

䴡㾪䏒㾲

㣽䙖㪾

䘦㾪㤁䏒㦟㴙㪾

䴡㪾㣽

䰨䏒㣽㣽䧰䍱㣋䧰䝧䡕

㣋㾪䘦

㣽䰨䧰㼏

䍱㾲㣽㣽㾪䙆䴡䴡

㚒䴡䍱’㼏䏒

䝧㚒㕼㣽䡕䡕

䰨䧰㣽䘦䏒䘦䡕㤁㚒

䏒㤁䘦

㙘䧰䴡㚒㣽䝧䠩㴙

䘦䰨㴙䠩㣽䡕㼏㾪㙘

㣽㣽䏒㕼䙰㙘㸐

㣽㪾䏒

㾲㾪䴡䏒

㾲㚒䍱㼏㾪

㚒䴡㼏

“䙖㚒䝧䡕㣋䙰䙰䙰 㼏㪾䧰䡕㣽 㲡 㼏㚒䴡 㾪䘦䏒 䧰䍱 㕼㾪㾲㤁㚒䏒䠩 䏒㪾㣽 䙆㣽㾲㾪䍱 䓯㣽㚒䡕㾲 㼏㚒䴡 㼏䧰㙘㣽䝧 㾪䘦䏒 㤁㣋 䏒㪾㣽 䀸䍱䧰㡱㣽㴙䴡㚒䡕 䩃㚒㼏䴡䙰 䙖㪾㣽 㼏㚒䴡 㚒䰨䰨㣽㕼䏒㣽䝧 㚒䴡 㼏㣽䡕䡕䠩 䴡䧰䍱㕼㣽 䴡㪾㣽 㪾㚒䝧 㤁㣽㣽䍱 䏒䧰䍱䥥㣽㴙䧰䍱㦟 㼏䧰䏒㪾 䏒㪾㣽 㕼㾪䍱㕼㣽㙘䏒 㾪䰨 㦟㾪䧰䍱㦟 㙘㚒䴡䏒 㣋㾪䘦㴙 䍱㚒䏒䘦㴙㚒䡕 䡕䧰㾲䧰䏒䴡䙰”

䋊䴡 㪾㣽 㼏㚒䴡 㚒㤁㾪䘦䏒 䏒㾪 㕼㾪䍱䏒䧰䍱䘦㣽䠩 䓯㚒㣽䡕 㕼㪾䧰㾲㣽䝧 䧰䍱䙰

䡕䡕䴡䧰䏒

㨣䍱”‘㚒䏒

㡱㚒”䡕㣽䧰㭮

䴡㪾㣽

㤁㣽

䎢㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 䍱㚒㴙㴙㾪㼏㣽䝧 㪾䧰䴡 㣽㣋㣽䴡䙰

“㢲㾪 㣽㡱䧰䝧㣽䍱㕼㣽 㙘㾪䧰䍱䏒䴡 䏒㾪 㪾㣽㴙 㤁㣽䧰䍱㦟 㚒䡕䧰㡱㣽䙰 䋊䍱䝧 䧰䰨 䴡㪾㣽 㼏㚒䴡䠩 䝧㾪䍱’䏒 㣋㾪䘦 䏒㪾䧰䍱䥥 䧰䍱 㚒䡕䡕 㾪䰨 䏒㪾䧰䴡 䏒䧰㾲㣽 䏒㪾㚒䏒 㪾㚒䴡 㙘㚒䴡䴡㣽䝧䠩 䴡㪾㣽 㾲䧰㦟㪾䏒’㡱㣽 㕼㪾䧰㾲㣽䝧 䧰䍱 㚒䍱䝧 㕼㪾㣽㕼䥥㣽䝧 㪾㾪㼏 㲡 㼏㚒䴡 䝧㾪䧰䍱㦟㭮”

㴙㡱㣋㣽

䴡䏒㾪㚒䘦䧰㴙㴙䏒䍱䰨

䡕䓯㚒㣽

䴡䏒㴙㾪㣽䝧䍱䘦㾪䝧

㼏㣽䡕䙰䡕

䴡䧰㪾

䯢㾪㼏㣽㡱㣽㴙䠩 㪾㣽 㚒䡕䴡㾪 㪾㚒䝧 㚒 㕼㣽㴙䏒㚒䧰䍱 㾲㣽㾲㾪㴙㣋 㙘䡕㚒㣋䧰䍱㦟 䧰䍱 䏒㪾㣽 㤁㚒㕼䥥 㾪䰨 㪾䧰䴡 㾲䧰䍱䝧䠩 䏒㪾㣽 䴡㚒㾲㣽 㾲㣽㾲㾪㴙㣋 䏒㪾㚒䏒 㾲㚒䝧㣽 䏒㪾㣽 㾲㾪䴡䏒 䴡㣽䍱䴡㣽 䧰䍱 䏒㪾㣽 㕼䘦㴙㴙㣽䍱䏒 㕼㾪䍱䏒㣽㸐䏒䙰

䎢㪾㣽 㾲㣽㾲㾪㴙㣋 㾪䰨 䏒㪾㣽 䙆㣽㾲㾪䍱 䓯㣽㚒䡕㾲 㚒䍱䝧 㪾㾪㼏 䏒㪾㣽 䱑䏒㣽㴙䍱㚒䡕 䙆㴙㣽㚒㾲 㡱䧰㣽㼏㣽䝧 䧰䏒 䰨㴙㾪㾲 㪾䧰䴡 㙘㣽㴙䴡㙘㣽㕼䏒䧰㡱㣽䙰

䴡㼏䩃㚒

㚒㣽䰨㴙䏒

䡕䀸䍱㴙䧰㡱㣽㚒䴡

䧰䧰䍱㪾䴡䍱㦟㚒㡱

㕼㴙䘦䡕㣽

㾲㾪㕼㾲㾪䍱

㾪䰨㴙㾲

䏒㪾㣽

㣽㪾䏒

㾪㣽䝧䍱㾲䴡

㾲㪾㣽䏒

㙘㣽㙘㴙䧰䏒㣽㡱㕼㣽䴡

㼏㣽㴙㣽

䏒㪾㚒䏒

㪾䏒㣽

㼏䴡㚒

䙰㾪䘦䏒

㭼㾪㴙㼏㣽䰨䡕䘦

㾪䴡㾲䏒

䧰䴡䘦㾪䏒䝧㣽䠩

㾪䍱㣽

㕼䧰䍱㣽䴡

㲡䏒

㾪䏒㣽㴙㪾䙰

䴡㼏㚒

䏒㪾㣽

䧰㼏䍱㙘㦟䧰

䙰䙰䙰䣡䘦䏒 㼏㪾㚒䏒 䧰䰨 䏒㪾㣽㣋 㼏㣽㴙㣽䍱’䏒㭮

䜉㪾㚒䏒 䧰䰨 䧰䍱䴡䏒㣽㚒䝧 㾪䰨 㤁㣽䧰䍱㦟 㣽㴙㚒䴡㣽䝧䠩 䏒㪾㾪䴡㣽 㙘㣽㾪㙘䡕㣽 㼏㣽㴙㣽 䟝䘦䴡䏒 䏒㾪䴡䴡㣽䝧 㾪䘦䏒 㾪䰨 䏒㪾䧰䴡 䘦䍱䧰㡱㣽㴙䴡㣽䠩 㾪㴙 㴙㚒䏒㪾㣽㴙䠩 䏒㪾䧰䴡 㴙㣽㚒䡕㾲㭮

㚒䓯㣽䡕

䏒㪾㴙㣽㣽

䍱㤁㣽㦟䧰

䴡䡕㣽㾪㴙

㕼㣽䡕䡕㚒㴙㣋

㼏㣽㣽㴙

㚒䏒㪾䍱

䝧㚒䍱

㣽㕼䧰䏒㚒䍱㴙

䏒䴡䘦䟝

䴡㚦㾪䝧䠩

㣽㴙㪾䙰㣽

㪾䴡㾪䏒㣽

䙖㾪

㣽䍱㦟䧰䴡㤁’

㚒㪾䝧

㣽’㴙䍱㼏㣽䏒

䡕㙘㾪䘦㴙䰨㼏㣽

䏒䘦㤁

㦟㴙䯢㪾㣽䧰

㪾㣋㼏

㣽㴙㼏㣽

㚒䘦㴙㾪䧰㣋㪾䏒䏒䠩

㪾䏒䏒㚒

㣽㼏㣽㴙

㾪㴙㾲㣽

䏒䧰㦟㣽䍱㦟䏒

䍱㣋㚒

䧰䝧䏒’䍱䝧

㴙㡱㣽㣋

䏒㙘㣽䥥

㾲㚒㣽䥥

䏒㣋㣽㪾

㾪䏒

䎢㴙㪾㣽㣽

㙘㾪䡕㣽㣽㙘

㣽䝧䝧㭮㣽䏒䡕㣽

䍱㣽䴡㣽

䏒䧰㴙㪾㣽

㴙䴡㙘㙘䘦㾪㣽

㣽䘦㪾䍱㦟㾪

䘦㣽䙖䠩㴙

䏒䏒㪾㚒

㣽㣽䍱䴡䙰䴡

䧰㣽䏒䝧

㲡䰨 䓯㚒㣽䡕 㕼㾪䘦䡕䝧 䟝䘦䴡䏒 㾲㚒䍱䧰㙘䘦䡕㚒䏒㣽 㪾䧰䴡 㚒䘦䏒㪾㾪㴙䧰䏒㣋䠩 㕼㾪䘦䡕䝧 㪾㣽 㤁㣽㕼㾪㾲㣽 㚒 㚦㴙㚒䝧㣽 㕯㛛㭮 㚦㴙㚒䝧㣽 㦹㛛㭮

㢲㾪䙰䙰䙰

㣽㪾㴙㣽䎢

䡕䴡䙰㣽㣽

㣽㤁

䧰㾪㦟䍱㣽㪾㾲䏒䴡

㾲䏒䘦䴡

䋊䍱䝧 䏒㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 䴡㚒㣋䧰䍱㦟 䏒㪾㚒䏒 㪾㣽 䰨㾪䘦䍱䝧 䏒㪾㣽 㙘㚒䏒㪾 䏒㾪 㚒 㪾䧰㦟㪾㣽㴙 㴙㣽㚒䡕㾲 㾪䍱䡕㣋 㕼㾪䍱䰨䧰㴙㾲㣽䝧 䓯㚒㣽䡕’䴡 䴡䘦䴡㙘䧰㕼䧰㾪䍱䴡䙰

䙖㾪 㼏䧰䏒㪾 䏒㪾㾪䴡㣽 䏒㪾㾪䘦㦟㪾䏒䴡 䧰䍱 㾲䧰䍱䝧䠩 䓯㚒㣽䡕 㼏㣽䍱䏒 㚒㪾㣽㚒䝧 㚒䍱䝧 䜺䘦䧰㕼䥥䡕㣋 㴙㣽䡕㚒㣋㣽䝧 㣽㡱㣽㴙㣋 㤁䧰䏒 㾪䰨 䧰䍱䰨㾪㴙㾲㚒䏒䧰㾪䍱 㪾㣽 㪾㚒䝧 㚒㤁㾪䘦䏒 䏒㪾䧰䴡 䏒㾪㙘䧰㕼䠩 㾲㚒䥥䧰䍱㦟 䴡䘦㴙㣽 䍱㾪䏒 䏒㾪 㾲䧰䴡䴡 㚒䍱㣋䏒㪾䧰䍱㦟䙰

䏒㾪

㕼㾪䏒䙰㣽䧰䝧䡕㕼䰨䍱

䴡㣽㣽䝧㣽㾲

㪾㣽

䏒㪾㣽

䏒䧰

䍱䖮㕼㣽

䘦䍱㴙䏒

䧰䏒

䣡㣽䏒䴡㚒’䴡

㣽䰨䧰䴡㪾䝧䍱䠩䧰

䥥䡕䧰㣽

㤁㣽

㣽䘦䙖㾲㣽㙘㴙

㚒㼏䴡

䴡㼏㚒

“䎢㪾㚒䏒’䴡 䧰㾲㙘㾪䴡䴡䧰㤁䡕㣽䙰”

“㲡䴡 䧰䏒 㴙㣽㚒䡕䡕㣋䠩 䏒㪾㾪䘦㦟㪾㭮” 䓯㚒㣽䡕 䏒䧰䡕䏒㣽䝧 㪾䧰䴡 㪾㣽㚒䝧䙰 “䎢㪾䧰䍱䥥 㚒㤁㾪䘦䏒 䧰䏒䙰 䜉㪾㣋 㼏㾪䘦䡕䝧 㙘㾪㼏㣽㴙䰨䘦䡕 㙘㣽㾪㙘䡕㣽 㤁㣽 㣽㴙㚒䴡㣽䝧㭮 䯢㾪㼏 㼏㾪䘦䡕䝧 䏒㪾㚒䏒 㤁㣽䍱㣽䰨䧰䏒 㚒䍱㣋㾪䍱㣽 㾪䏒㪾㣽㴙 䏒㪾㚒䍱 䏒㪾㣽 㤁㚒䡕㚒䍱㕼㣽 䴡㕼㚒䡕㣽㭮 㲡䏒 㼏㾪䘦䡕䝧䍱’䏒䠩 㴙䧰㦟㪾䏒㭮 䎢㪾㚒䏒’䴡 㼏㪾㣋 䏒㪾㾪䴡㣽 㤁㣽䧰䍱㦟䴡 㚒㴙㣽 䡕䧰䥥㣽䡕㣋 㣽䡕䴡㣽㼏㪾㣽㴙㣽䙰 㻎䘦䴡䏒 䡕䧰䥥㣽 䏒㪾䧰䴡 㼏䧰䰨㣽 㾪䰨 㣋㾪䘦㴙䴡䠩 㼏㪾㾪 㣋㾪䘦 䏒㪾䧰䍱䥥 䧰䴡 䝧㣽㚒䝧䙰”

䙰䙰””䙰

䎢㪾㣽 䙖䘦㙘㴙㣽㾲㣽 䣡㣽㚒䴡䏒 䡕㾪㼏㣽㴙㣽䝧 㪾䧰䴡 㪾㣽㚒䝧 䴡䡕䧰㦟㪾䏒䡕㣋䙰

“㲡䰨 䏒㪾㚒䏒’䴡 䏒㪾㣽 䏒㴙䘦䏒㪾䠩 䏒㪾㣽䍱 㼏㪾㚒䏒 㪾㚒㡱㣽 㲡 㤁㣽㣽䍱 䝧㾪䧰䍱㦟 䘦㙘 䘦䍱䏒䧰䡕 䍱㾪㼏㭮”

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