Capítulo 913: Entering The Arena

The three of them approached three empty Virtual Reality Pods and simply stared at them. Obviously, Altros and Melissa already knew how these things worked, but Rael was like an old man here.

Sure, he felt like all he needed to do was step inside, since those two mentioned his avatar or whatever should’ve already been configured, but come on… Was this world really that advanced?

“Why are you hesitating?” Altros asked, puzzled.

Rael shrugged. “I’m not really hesitating, I’m just not sure how I want to play in this PvP arena thingy.”

Right as Altros was about to reply, Melissa chimed in:

“Don’t worry yourself about such things. It’s not like you’ll have many choices.”

Both of them turned to her, so she continued:

“You’ll be able to choose two of your abilities, and the rest are going to be locked. Essentially, controlling your avatar should feel the same as real life, but your strength will be limited to level 1.”

She raised a single finger. “That means all of your stats will be capped at 10 for the time being. If you rank up, your stat cap will increase slightly, so the fights would become much faster and punishing. You should start at Iron, I believe. You’ll face very shitty players at first, so just go easy on them.”

Go easy on them?

Who does this woman think I am? Go easy on them? Pfft… Rael shook his head, then gave her a quick thumbs up. “Of course. I will make sure to be especially gentle and careful.”

Melissa and Altros exchanged a glance, then nodded.

“In that case, the two of us will enter our own pods and spectate you. Whenever you get bored, just tell us. We can leave.”

Hmm.

“Well, I did say I’d only be here for an hour. I’m dipping the moment my wives send a message.”

With those words, Rael entered one of the virtual reality pods and then sank down into it, getting comfortable. Throughout all these years, and so many innovations, they didn’t figure out how to make a seat that wouldn’t make someone’s ass hurt if they sat for longer than 3 hours.

But oh well…

Rael watched as Altros and Melissa closed his virtual reality pod, and finally, Rael felt a tingly sensation wash over him. For a few moments, it just remained a tingly sensation as it didn’t expand anywhere past it.

And when Rael glanced to the side, he realized why that was the case.

Hmm…

“Stop rejecting it?”

With that final pop-up, Rael’s vision faded as he felt his senses simply vanish for a brief moment. It was a familiar sensation, since he used to no-life the shit out of games. It was just that he was most definitely not expecting that when the sensations finally returned, he would feel so… perfect?

It was hard to explain, as it was literally almost like his body had no issues. Not a single ache or even a single wound. Even though Rael had a special body, after eating a bunch of food that would be enough to feed several generations of ten families, he did feel a little tummy ache.

But now, there was nothing.

“How trippy…”

The moment he uttered those words, Rael’s vision returned, and now he found himself in a pitch white room, alongside a sofa beside him.

And of course…

Oh? Already?

Rael thought there would be more foreplay involved before he could select some stuff. Maybe a tutorial?

But since there wasn’t anything, Rael decided to just whip out something fun.

Parry (Supreme): You may parry any one attack every 5 seconds.

Life Drain (Celestial): Focus on your opponent and drain 5% of their total HP per second.

Heh.

Rael never really had the chance to use Life Drain before, and as for Parry? It was good, until he got to the point where he was so strong that parrying just became a waste of time.

But now that he would be fighting against people of his power level, he felt like having these two abilities would be the most overpowered.

And not because they were cool.

Definitely not…

Rael Sutekh

0 Wins 0 Losses

Estimated Rank: Null

Rael smiled and did just that.

Rael was a little surprised by how fast that was. Just then, a door appeared beside him that seemed to resemble the gates of a colosseum. He stared at those gates for a moment, until finally another couple of pop-ups appeared.

Hm…

That was an interesting one.

Despite that, Rael went ahead and approached the arena’s gate. Without hesitation, he stepped on through.

His vision faded for a brief moment, and once it returned, he found himself in the center of a gladiator arena. There were bones, weapons, and even some chained-up animals by the side.

Mainly tigers, lions, and for some reason… capybaras?

Rael was a little confused by that fact, and while his opponent still was nowhere to be seen, Rael glanced around, spotting a vast spectator area around him.

And as it so happens, there were only two spectators: Altros and Melissa. Both of them were clapping, as if cheering Rael on.

He found it a little silly that these two would do something like that, but even then, Rael appreciated it.

Right on cue, Rael heard a faint hum in the distance, and once he turned toward it, he saw a burly man appear out of nowhere.

That, followed by…

㐺㨹䅆㵶

盧

㟾䫃

櫓

擄

老

㟾㡻䇣䇣

䫃㟾䵊㨹䔨

櫓

露

蘆

路

爐

盧

䙥䗞㵶䣟䣀

䆉䫃䮭䣀㟾㽌䙥㨹

㐺㯆㨹䇣㨹䗞䣀 䘳㳭䮭㱖 㡻㨹䣟㞻㳭䫃㙳㽌㽌㽌䆉

㿖䣟㨹䇣 㙳䣟㡻 䣀㵶䣟䣀 䣟 㟎䣟㟾䫃䣀 䔨䣟㱖㱖㟾㨹㱖 㟎㳭㱖䙥㨹䬿 䣟㱖㳭䮭䫃䬿 䣀㵶㨹 䣟㱖㨹䣟㿜 䫃㳭䣀 䣟䇣䇣㳭㡻㟾䫃䵊 㨹㟾䣀㵶㨹㱖 㳭㟎 䣀㵶㨹䙥 䣀㳭 䵊㳭 㞻䣟㙳䣀 䣟 䗞㨹㱖䣀䣟㟾䫃 䇣㟾䙥㟾䣀㽌 䅆㵶䣟䣀 䇣㟾䙥㟾䣀㿜 㳭㟎 䗞㳭䮭㱖㙳㨹㿜 㡻䣟㙳 㡻㵶㨹㱖㨹 䣀㵶㨹 㡻㨹䣟㞻㳭䫃㙳 㨹䫃䬿㨹䬿㽌

䔨㡻㳭

㽌㡻䫃䣟㨹䬿䣀

䣟㡻㙳

㟾㳭㨹㨹䫃䣀㙳䇣䗞

㨹䣀㵶

㙳䣟㡻

㳭㱖

䣀㵶㨹

䅆䘳㵶䣟䫃㕯䇣䇣㟎䮭

㿜㳭䵊㵶㵶䮭䣀

䣀䔨䮭

䇣㿖㙳㨹’䣟

㵶㨹

㳭䔨䮭㳭䯭㟾㙳

㳭㟎

䣀㨹䫃㵶䵊䙥㳭㙳㟾

㿖䇣䣟㨹

䵊䗞䮭䣟㵶䣀

䮭䣀䔨

㨹䣟䫃㞻㳭㙳㡻

䣟㡻’䣀䫃㙳

㨹㡻㨹㱖

㨹㱖㨹㵶䣀

㙳㡻䬿㱖㳭

䅆㵶㨹

㟎㳭

䣀㵶㨹

㕯㟾䬿䫃

㳭㙳㿜㨹䗞㵶䗞㟾

㵶䣀䫃㨹

㡻䣀䣟㵶

䣀䣟䫃䣀㟾㨹䣀䫃㳭㽌

䇣㙳㨹㨹

䣀䣀䣟㵶

㙳䮭㱖㨹

㙳䯭䣀䣟㿜

㺁 㡻㵶㟾㞻㽌

䩶㳭㡻 㟎䮭䫃 㡻㳭䮭䇣䬿 䣀㵶䣟䣀 䔨㨹㘠

㱖䣟䵊㟾䣀㞻䫃㞻

䬿㨹㽌㽌㽌䬿㟾

䫃㳭㙳㳭䣀㞻㞻䫃㨹

㟾㱖䫃㙳䣀䵊䣟

䣀㵶㨹䘳

㳭䣀

䫃㵶䣀㨹

䣀㵶㨹䙥

㳭㱖

䣀㫿䮭㙳

㵶㨹䙥䣀

䣀㿜㨹㵶䣟䬿

䫃䬿䣟

䣟䣀

䨠䵊㵶㟾㟾㞻㞻䫃

㳭䮭䘳㱖

䫃䣀㟾䮭䇣

䨠㳭㡻㽌

㿖䣟㨹䇣 㱖㨹䣟䇣䇣䘳 㡻䣟㙳 䣟 䵊㨹䫃㟾䮭㙳㽌

㵶㞻㡻㽌㟾

㺁䫃䬿

㨹䣟䣟㵶䬿

㡻䣟㿜㙳

䫃㡻㨹䣀

㵶㨹

䣀㵶㨹

䇣㨹㟾㕯

㨹䵊䮭䫃㙳㟾

䣟䬿䫃

䣀䣟䣀㵶

䣟㨹䇣㿖

㵶䗞㙳㨹㳭

䣀㨹㵶

䨠㵶㨹䫃 㵶㨹 䵊䇣䣟䫃䗞㨹䬿 䔨䣟䗞㕯 䣟䣀 䣀㵶㨹 䔨䮭㱖䇣䘳 䙥䣟䫃㿜 㿖䣟㨹䇣 㡻䣟㙳 㙳䮭㱖㞻㱖㟾㙳㨹䬿 䣀㳭 㙳㨹㨹 䣀㵶䣟䣀 㵶㨹 㵶䣟䬿 㞻㟾䗞㕯㨹䬿 㳭䮭䣀 㙳㳭䙥㨹 㕯㟾䫃䬿 㳭㟎 㵶䣟䇣䔨㨹㱖䬿㽌 䮣䣀 䇣㳭㳭㕯㨹䬿 㱖㨹䣟䇣䇣䘳 䙥㨹䫃䣟䗞㟾䫃䵊 㟎㱖㳭䙥 䣟㟎䣟㱖㿜 䣟䫃䬿 㵶㨹 㡻䣟㙳 㙳䮭㱖㨹 㟾䣀 㡻㳭䮭䇣䬿 䇣㳭㳭㕯 㨹䯭㨹䫃 䙥㳭㱖㨹 㟾䫃䣀㟾䙥㟾䬿䣟䣀㟾䫃䵊 䮭㞻 䗞䇣㳭㙳㨹㽌

䥌䮭䣀 䣀㵶㨹䫃 䣟䵊䣟㟾䫃㿜 㿖䣟㨹䇣 㵶䣟䬿 㟎䣟㱖 䣀㳭㳭 䙥䣟䫃䘳 䣟䔨㟾䇣㟾䣀㟾㨹㙳 䣀㵶䣟䣀 㡻㳭䮭䇣䬿 䣟䇣䇣㳭㡻 㵶㟾䙥 䣀㳭 䗞㳭䮭䫃䣀㨹㱖 㙳㳭䙥㨹䣀㵶㟾䫃䵊 䇣㟾㕯㨹 䣀㵶䣟䣀㽌

㳭䣀

㵶㨹

䬿䣟㵶䫃

㙳䘳㟾䇣䫃㨹㨹䣀㙳䣟䇣

㟾䫃

㟾㵶㙳

㨹㡻㳭䣟㞻䫃

䇣䬿㡻䇣㨹㳭䣟

㕯䔨䣟䗞

䫃䣟

㵶䣟䬿

㱖㿜䔨㟎㨹㨹㳭

䣟䣀

㵶㨹

䣟

㡻㟾㨹㨹䬿䬿䇣

䮭㵶䣀䵊㵶㳭

㟾㵶㞻㡻

䣟

䘳㱖䣟䣟㱖

䣀㳭

䫃㵶㳕㙳㨹䗞㨹䣀䮭㟾

䣀㨹㵶

‘䙥䙥㙳㳭䫃䣀㨹

䣟㙳㞻䯭㙳㨹㟾

䬿䗞㨹䣟㞻䇣

䣀㳭

䔨䘳㟾䣀㟾䣟䇣

㳭㻀䣀

㿜䬿䫃㟾䙥

䣀㵶䣟䣀

䯭㱖㨹䘳㨹

㳭㟎

䫃㟾㳭䣀㿜䫃㨹䙥

㵶㨹

䫃㳭㡻

㙳䮭㨹

䙥䣀䣟㨹㱖㙳

㳭㱖㟎䙥

㨹㿖䇣䣟

㵶䣟䬿

䣟䬿㱖䘳㨹

㵶䙥㟾

䫃䯭㨹㨹

䥌㙳䣀㨹䣟

䫃㽌㳭

㳭䇣䣟㙳

䫃㨹㵶㨹㱖㟾䫃䣟䗞㟾䣀

䗞䣀㟾䫃㳭㨹㽌

㨹㱖㨹䫃䯭

㯆㳭

㟾㙳㵶

㳭㟎

㞻㨹䙥㯆㱖䮭㨹

㙳㟾㵶

㵶䣟䬿

䣀䙥㵶㨹

䅆㵶㳭䮭䵊㵶 㟎㳭㱖 㙳㳭䙥㨹 㱖㨹䣟㙳㳭䫃㿜 䙥㳭㙳䣀 㳭㟎 䣀㵶㨹㙳㨹 㡻㵶㟾㞻 䗞㳭䙥䔨䣟䣀 䣀㨹䗞㵶䫃㟾㳕䮭㨹㙳 㟎㳭䗞䮭㙳㨹䬿 㳭䫃 䙥䣟㙳㳭䗞㵶㟾㙳䙥㽌 㻀㳭䫃㨹 㳭㟎 䣀㵶㨹䙥 䣟䗞䣀䮭䣟䇣䇣䘳 䬿㨹䣟䇣䣀 䬿䣟䙥䣟䵊㨹㽌 䨠䣟㙳 䣀㵶㟾㙳 㙳㳭䙥㨹 㕯㟾䫃䬿 㳭㟎 㫿㳭㕯㨹㘠

䨠㨹䇣䇣㽌㽌㽌

㵶㐺㨹䅆

䆉㧯䬿㨹䣀㱖䣟䣀㙳

䣟䗞䙥䣀㵶

䣟㙳㵶

㿖䣟㨹䇣 㡻㳭䮭䇣䬿 㟎㟾䫃䬿 㳭䮭䣀 㱖㟾䵊㵶䣀 䣟㡻䣟䘳㽌

䩶㨹 䣀㳭㳭㕯 䣟 㟎㨹㡻 㙳䣀㨹㞻㙳 㟎㳭㱖㡻䣟㱖䬿㿜 䣀㵶㨹䫃 㱖䣟䫃 䣟㱖㳭䮭䫃䬿 㟾䫃 㞻䇣䣟䗞㨹㽌 䮣䣀 㱖㨹䣟䇣䇣䘳 㡻䣟㙳 㙳䣀㱖䣟䫃䵊㨹 䔨㨹㟾䫃䵊 㙳㳭 㡻㨹䣟㕯 䣟䵊䣟㟾䫃㿜 䔨䮭䣀 㟾䣀 㡻䣟㙳䫃’䣀 䇣㟾㕯㨹 㵶㟾㙳 䔨㳭䬿䘳 䗞㳭䮭䇣䬿䫃’䣀 䣟䬿㫿䮭㙳䣀 䣀㳭 㙳㳭䙥㨹䣀㵶㟾䫃䵊 䇣㟾㕯㨹 䣀㵶㟾㙳㽌 䮣䣀 㳭䫃䇣䘳 䣀㳭㳭㕯 䣀㡻㳭 㙳㨹䗞㳭䫃䬿㙳 䣀㳭 䣟䬿㫿䮭㙳䣀㿜 䣟䫃䬿 㡻㵶㨹䫃 㵶㨹 䵊䇣䣟䫃䗞㨹䬿 䣟㵶㨹䣟䬿㿜 㵶㨹 㱖㨹䣟䇣㟾䙖㨹䬿 䣀㵶䣟䣀 䣀㵶㨹 䔨䮭䇣㕯䘳 䙥䣟䫃 㵶䣟䬿 䣟䇣㙳㳭 䔨㨹㨹䫃 䣀㱖䘳㟾䫃䵊 㵶㟾㙳 䔨㨹㙳䣀 䣀㳭 䣟䬿㫿䮭㙳䣀㽌

䫃㟾

㙳䣟㡻

䫃㟾

㶝䣀㞻㨹䲙䗞

㿜䵊㨹㱖㟾㟎䮭

䣀㟾

㕯䇣㨹䫃䮭㟾

㙳䘳㨹㨹

㨹䇣㟎䣀

䇣㿖䣟’㙳㨹

㨹䣀㵶

䣟㨹㿜㞻䗞䇣

䫃䫃䵊㟾䫃㱖䮭

㙳䣟’䙥䫃

䣟㡻䣀㳭㱖䬿

㵶㡻㳭

㵶㵶㡻㟾䗞

䵊䣟䇣㽌䔨䙥㨹

㟾㳕䮭䣀㨹

㿖䣟䇣㿜㨹

䣀㟾䇣䣀㨹䇣

䗢䫃

㵶㨹䣀

䬿㟾㨹䇣䙥䬿

䇣䇣㨹䣟㡻㳭䬿

㱖㳭㟎

䣟䣀䣀㵶

㟎㳭

䇣䣟䮭䣟䗞䘳䣀䇣

㨹㵶䣀

㨹㨹䫃䯭㱖

䫃㨹㳭䣀㿜

㟾䬿䬿

㵶㙳䣀㟾

䮭䫃㟎

䣟䙥䫃

䇣㽌㨹䣟㿖

㰞㲃㒼

㲃㰞㒼

㶝䯭㨹㱖䘳 㙳㨹䗞㳭䫃䬿 䣀㵶䣟䣀 㞻䣟㙳㙳㨹䬿㿜 㲃㒼 㳭㟎 䣀㵶㨹 䔨䮭㱖䇣䘳 䙥䣟䫃’㙳 䩶䭧 㡻䣟㙳 䵊㳭䫃㨹㿜 䣟䫃䬿 㡻㵶㨹䫃 㵶㨹 㟎㟾䫃䣟䇣䇣䘳 䣟㱖㱖㟾䯭㨹䬿 䔨㨹㟎㳭㱖㨹 㿖䣟㨹䇣㿜 㵶㨹 㳭䫃䇣䘳 㵶䣟䬿 㲃㲃㒼 㳭㟎 㵶㟾㙳 䩶䭧 䇣㨹㟎䣀㽌

䅆㵶㳭䮭䵊㵶 㵶㨹 䬿㟾䬿䫃’䣀 㙳㨹㨹䙥 䣀㳭 㱖㨹䣟䇣㟾䙖㨹 㟾䣀 䣟㙳 㵶㨹 㡻㨹䫃䣀 䣟㵶㨹䣟䬿 䣟䫃䬿 㙳䣀㳭䙥㞻㨹䬿 㵶㟾㙳 㟎㨹㨹䣀 㟾䫃䣀㳭 䣀㵶㨹 䵊㱖㳭䮭䫃䬿 䣟䫃䬿㿜 㡻㟾䣀㵶 䣟䇣䇣 㳭㟎 㵶㟾㙳 䙥㟾䵊㵶䣀㿜 㵶㨹 㙳䗞㱖㨹䣟䙥㨹䬿 䣟䫃䬿 㙳㡻䮭䫃䵊 㵶㟾㙳 㵶䣟䇣䔨㨹㱖䬿 䬿㳭㡻䫃 䣟䣀 㿖䣟㨹䇣㿜 㡻㵶㳭 䔨䣟㱖㨹䇣䘳 㨹䯭㨹䫃 䔨䣟䣀 䣟䫃 㨹䘳㨹㽌

䣟䔨䘳䣀㿜㟾㟾䇣

㞻㡻㟾㵶

䣟䣀

㳭䫃

䔨䣟䇣㱖㨹䬿㵶

㨹䫃䣀㵶

㨹䙥㙳㳭

㵶㟾㞻㡻㽌

䣟䫃䬿

㱖䣀㟾㨹䵊䵊㱖

㙳㱖䣀䗞䮭㕯

㙳㟾㳭㵶㨹䙥䵊䫃䣀

㱖䫃㙳㳭㨹㽌䣟㽌㽌

㳭㟎㱖

䣟㙳㱖㨹㟾

㡻㙳䣟

㙳’䣟䙥䫃

䬿㡻㙳䮭㞻㿜䣟㱖

㙳䣀㟾䫃䣟䣀䫃

䣀㟾

䣀㳭

㙳㟾㵶

䣟㡻㙳

䬿䬿㟾

䣀㵶㨹

䣟䭧㱖䘳㱖

䮭䔨䣀

㨹㵶

㟎㳭䗞㙳䮭

㙳㵶㟾

䮭䣀㫿㙳

㙳㨹䫃䇣㳭䘳㵶䣀

䙥䣟㨹㙳

䫃㟎䵊㳭㙳䣟㨹㳭㕯㱖䬿

䣟䇣㿖㨹

䇣䇣㺁

㨹䣀㵶

㵶㙳㟾

㨹䣀䗞䲙㨹䵊㞻䫃㟾

㟾䙥䫃㳭㱖

㞻䣟䫃㿜㵶㞻㨹

“㺁㺁㺁㺁㺁㺁䩶㧯”

㰞㲃㲃㒼㧯

䣟㱖㱖䭧䘳

䣀䮣

䬿㨹䙥㙳㨹㨹

㽌㟾㨹䵊㵶㙳䬿

䔨䣟䗞㕯

䣟

䫃䬿䣟

㽌䣀䙥㵶㨹

㡻㕯㱖䣟㨹㨹

㙳㟾䫃䗞㨹

䣟䣀㕯㙳䗞䣀䣟

䣟䣀

㟎㳭㱖

㞻㨹㞻㨹䇣㳭㿜

䣟䣀

䣟䇣㿖㨹

䅆㨹㵶

㳭㟎

㨹䇣䣀㙳㟾㟎

䬿䮭䫃䔨㳭㨹䗞

䔨㨹㨹䙥䬿㨹䬿䬿

䣀㵶㨹

䵊㨹䣀

㙳㨹䬿䣟䣀㱖

㵶䣀㨹

㙳䣟’䙥䫃

䔨䬿㱖㵶㨹䣟䇣

䣟䔨㟾䣀䇣㟾䘳

㟾䬿䇣䬿䙥㨹

䮭䣀㙳㫿

㵶䣀㨹

㳭㱖㕯㡻㨹䬿

䬿㨹䫃㱖㨹䔨㳭䮭䬿

䮭䬿㡻䇣㳭

䬿㟎㽌䣟㵶㨹㳭㱖㨹

㙳㵶䣀䵊㟾

㟎㨹㡻

㟾㨹䇣㕯

㵶㨹䣀

㵶㨹䣀㱖㟾

㵶䫃䣀㨹

䗞䔨䣟㕯

㡻䇣㨹䇣

㟾㞻䇣䣟㙳䗞㨹㨹䇣䘳

䣟㙳䵊䣀䫃䣟㟾

㨹㳭䣀䙥䙥䫃㙳㿜

䬿䫃䣟

㟾䫃

㦂䣟䘳䔨㨹 䣀㵶㨹㱖㨹 㡻䣟㙳 㙳㳭䙥㨹 㳭䣀㵶㨹㱖 㡻䣟䘳 㿖䣟㨹䇣 䗞㳭䮭䇣䬿 䮭㙳㨹 㟾䣀㿜 䔨䮭䣀 䣟㙳 㟾䣀 㙳䣀㳭㳭䬿㿜 㵶㨹 㟎㨹䇣䣀 䇣㟾㕯㨹 䗞䇣㟾䙥䔨㟾䫃䵊 䣀㵶㨹 䇣䣟䬿䬿㨹㱖 䣟䫃䬿 䵊㨹䣀䣀㟾䫃䵊 㙳䣀㱖㳭䫃䵊㨹㱖 㟾䫃 䣀㵶㟾㙳 䭧䯭䭧 䣟㱖㨹䫃䣟 㡻㳭䮭䇣䬿 䔨㨹 㞻㱖㨹䣀䣀䘳 䬿䣟䙥䫃 㨹䣟㙳䘳㿜 䣟䣀 䇣㨹䣟㙳䣀 㟎㳭㱖 䣀㵶㨹 㟎㳭㱖㨹㙳㨹㨹䣟䔨䇣㨹 㟎䮭䣀䮭㱖㨹㽌

䮣 㡻㳭䫃䬿㨹㱖 㟾㟎 䣀㵶㨹㱖㨹’䇣䇣 䔨㨹 䣟䫃䘳㳭䫃㨹 㡻㵶㳭 䗞㳭䮭䇣䬿 䗞㵶䣟䇣䇣㨹䫃䵊㨹 䙥㨹 㵶㨹㱖㨹㘠 䨠㨹䇣䇣㿜 㨹㟾䣀㵶㨹㱖 㡻䣟䘳㿜 䮣 㡻䣟䫃䣀 䣀㳭 㵶䣟䯭㨹 䙥䘳 㟎䮭䫃 㡻㟾䣀㵶 䣀㵶㨹 㡻㵶㟾㞻㿜 㙳㳭 䮣 㫿䮭㙳䣀 䫃㨹㨹䬿 䣀㳭 䵊㨹䣀 䙥䘳 䣟㙳㙳 㳭䮭䣀 㳭㟎 䣀㵶㟾㙳 㙳㵶㟾䣀䣀䘳 㱖䣟䫃㕯㽌

㿜䣀㵶䵊䣀㵶㙳㳭䮭

㳭㟎

䫃㟎㳭㱖䣀

䙥㳭㱖㽌㨹

䣀㨹㙳㵶㳭

㨹㞻䬿㞻㱖䣟㨹䣟

䣀㵶㟾䨠

䣟

䇣㿖䣟㨹

䫃䗞㨹㳭

䫃㟾

㨹㡻㟎

㰞㞻㳭㞻㙳㞻䮭

㐺㢒㟾䫃䵊㧯䆉

㐺㻱㳭䫃䵊㱖䣟䣀䮭䇣䣟䣀㟾㳭䫃㙳㿜 䘳㳭䮭 㵶䣟䯭㨹 㡻㳭䫃 䘳㳭䮭㱖 㟎㟾㱖㙳䣀 㟎㟾䵊㵶䣀㧯䆉

㻱㱖㐺㱖䮭㨹䫃䣀

䆉䭡

㡻㟾䫃

㨹㙳㕯㱖䣀䣟䭫

㐺㻱䮭㱖㱖㨹䫃䣀 䭧㱖㳭㟎㟾䇣㨹䭫䆉

㿖䣟㨹䇣 㯆䮭䣀㨹㕯㵶

䨠䫃㙳㟾

㳉

䭡

䊢㳭㨹㙳㙳㙳

㶝㙳䣀㟾䙥䣟䣀㨹䬿 㿖䣟䫃㕯䭫 䮣㱖㳭䫃 㷗

䮣㱖㳭䫃 㷗㿜 㵶䮭㵶㽌

䯭㨹䘳㿜㱖

䬿㳭㡻䇣䮭

䣟㱖䣀㿜㨹

䙥䘳䣟䫃

䣀㨹㵶

䙥䣀㨹㵶

䫃㱖㳭䮣

䮣㟎

䣀䮭䔨

䣀䣟

㲃

㱖䙥㟎㳭

䩶㨹

䣟㱖㫿䙥㳭

䣀䔨㟾䇣䙖

㡻㨹䫃䣀

䇣㨹䣟䔨

䣟㽌㕯㱖䫃

䭡㿜

䔨㨹

㵶㳭㡻

㳭䣀

䣟㵶䬿

䣟䇣㿖㨹

䫃䬿䣀䬿㟾’

㙳㞻䣟䣀

䮣㱖㳭䫃

㳭䣀

㨹㿜㡻㱖㨹

㵶䣀䫃㨹

䫃䣟䬿

䣀㳭

䣀㨹䫃䲙

㱖䣟䫃㕯㙳

䘳㱖㨹䯭

㨹㵶

㳭䣀

㵶䣀㟾㙳

䣀㵶㨹㱖㨹

㙳䮭㿜㨹㙳䵊

㡻㳭㕯䫃

㟎䣟䣀㽌㙳

㵶䣀㨹

㐺㢒㟾䫃䵊㧯䆉

㐺㶝䫃䣀㨹㱖㟾䫃䵊 㡻䣟㟾䣀㟾䫃䵊 㱖㳭㳭䙥㽌㽌㽌䆉

䫃㳭䵊㿜䇣

䣀㳭㟎䇣䣟䫃㟾䵊

㙳䣟

㵶䣀㨹

㳭䫃

䗞䣟㕯䔨

㳭㡻㿜䫃

㟾㟾䯭㙳㳭䫃

䫃䬿䣟

㞻㱖䘳㳭䣀㵶

㨹䙥㙳䣟

㱖㱖㽌㨹䣟㟾㨹䇣

㨹㵶䣀

㳭䗞䗞㿜䮭㵶

㟾䇣㙳㵶㨹䙥㟎

㟎䔨㱖㨹㳭㨹

㶝䲙䣀䗞㨹㞻

㟾䣟㡻䣀㟾䫃䵊

䫃䬿䇣䵊㳭㨹

㵶䣀㨹

䣀㽌㟾

㟎䫃䬿㳭䮭

㨹㵶

䬿㟎㿜㨹䣟䬿

㡻䣟㙳

䣟䇣’㙳㿖㨹

㵶㱖㨹㨹䣀

㳭䙥㱖㳭

㞻䣟䣀㳭

㵶㟾䣀㡻

䫃㟾

䫃㨹㱖䮭䔨䙥

䭡

㳭䫃㨹

䩶㨹 㡻䣟㙳䫃’䣀 䣀㵶䣟䣀 㳭䇣䬿㿜 䣀㳭 䣀㵶㨹 㞻㳭㟾䫃䣀 䣀㵶䣟䣀 㵶㨹 䗞㳭䮭䇣䬿䫃’䣀 㱖㨹䗞㳭䵊䫃㟾䙖㨹 䣀㵶䣟䣀 䣀㵶㟾㙳 䵊㳭䇣䬿㨹䫃 䣀㱖㳭㞻㵶䘳 㱖㨹㞻㱖㨹㙳㨹䫃䣀㨹䬿 㵶㟾㙳 䗞䮭㱖㱖㨹䫃䣀 㡻㟾䫃 㙳䣀㱖㨹䣟㕯㽌 䩶㨹 㫿䮭㙳䣀 㡻㳭䫃䬿㨹㱖㨹䬿 㟾㟎 䣀㵶㨹 㙳䮭㱖㱖㳭䮭䫃䬿㟾䫃䵊㙳 㡻㳭䮭䇣䬿 䗞㵶䣟䫃䵊㨹 䣟䗞䗞㳭㱖䬿㟾䫃䵊 䣀㳭 㵶㟾㙳 㡻㟾䫃 㙳䣀㱖㨹䣟㕯㽌 㯆㳭 㟎䣟㱖㿜 䣀㵶㨹㱖㨹 㡻䣟㙳 䫃㳭䣀㵶㟾䫃䵊㿜 䔨䮭䣀 㟾䣀 㡻㳭䮭䇣䬿 䔨㨹 㱖㨹䣟䇣䇣䘳 㟾䫃䣀㨹㱖㨹㙳䣀㟾䫃䵊 㟾㟎 㵶㨹 䗞㳭䮭䇣䬿 䵊㨹䣀 䣟 䗞㳭㳭䇣 䬿㟾䫃㟾䫃䵊 䣟㱖㨹䣟 㳭㱖 㡻㵶䣟䣀㨹䯭㨹㱖㽌

䨠㨹䇣䇣㽌㽌㽌

㨹㽌䫃㟎㟾

䣀䮣

㙳䣟㡻

㿖䣟㨹䇣 㡻䣟㙳 㵶䣟㞻㞻䘳 㡻㟾䣀㵶 㫿䮭㙳䣀 䣀㵶㟾㙳 㟎㳭㱖 䣀㵶㨹 䣀㟾䙥㨹 䔨㨹㟾䫃䵊㿜 䣟䫃䬿 㟾䫃㙳䣀㨹䣟䬿㿜 㵶㨹 㡻㨹䫃䣀 䣟㵶㨹䣟䬿 䣟䫃䬿 䔨㨹䵊䣟䫃 㳕䮭㨹䮭㨹㟾䫃䵊 㟎㳭㱖 䣀㵶㨹 䫃㨹䲙䣀 䙥䣟䣀䗞㵶 㱖㟾䵊㵶䣀 䣟㡻䣟䘳㽌

㐺䥌㨹䵊㟾䫃䫃㟾䫃䵊 䙥䣟䣀䗞㵶䙥䣟㕯㟾䫃䵊㽌㽌㽌䆉

䭡㳉䭫㐺㳉㳉䆉

㐺㳉㳉䭫㳉㚚䆉

㐺㦂䣟䣀䗞㵶 㟎㳭䮭䫃䬿㧯䆉

䭧㐺㙳㨹䣟䇣㨹

㽌䣟䫃㱖䆉㨹䣟

㨹㵶䣀

㨹䫃䣀㱖㨹

“䅆㵶䣟䣀 㡻䣟㙳 㨹䯭㨹䫃 㟎䣟㙳䣀㨹㱖 䣀㵶䣟䫃 䔨㨹㟎㳭㱖㨹㽌㽌㽌”

䆪㨹㨹䙖㽌

䣟

䮣㟎

䣀㵶㨹

㟾䫃

㨹㦂䔨䣟䘳

䅆㵶㨹㱖㨹

㿜㨹䮭䵊㙳㙳

䣟䗞㨹䫃㵶䗞

㳭㡻㵶

㳭䇣䮭㨹㵶䯭㙳’䬿

㨹䣟㕯䫃䣀

㱖㨹㡻㨹

䬿䣀䫃㽌㙳㵶䣟䮭㙳㳭

㟾䣀

䙥㨹㳭㱖

㟾㵶㵶䵊㽌㨹㱖

䔨䵊㟾

䣀㳭

㽌䣟䇣㨹㞻䗞

㙳䣀㵶㟾

䣀㨹㵶

㞻䮭

䘳䙥䫃䣟

䣟㿖㨹䇣

䣟㡻䘳

䗞㟾㳭䫃䣀㨹

䫃㟾

䔨䣀㟾

㨹㵶䣀㱖㨹

㨹䮭䫃㱖䙥䔨

䣀㵶㨹

㨹㨹䯭䫃

㟎㳭

㟾䫃

䣟

㵶䣟䬿

䣟㡻㙳

㵶㨹

䮭㫿㙳䣀

㡻䣟㙳

㘠䣟㱖㨹䵊䫃

㿜䏠㳉㳉㳉㲃

㙳䣟㡻

㳭㞻㙳䬿

䩶㨹’䬿 㫿䮭㙳䣀 㵶䣟䯭㨹 䣀㳭 䣟㙳㕯 㦂㨹䇣㟾㙳㙳䣟 䣟䫃䬿 㺁䇣䣀㱖㳭㙳 䣟㟎䣀㨹㱖㡻䣟㱖䬿㙳㽌

䩶䮭䙥䙥㟾䫃䵊 䣀㳭 㵶㟾䙥㙳㨹䇣㟎㿜 㿖䣟㨹䇣 㡻㨹䫃䣀 䣟㵶㨹䣟䬿 䣟䫃䬿 㨹䫃䣀㨹㱖㨹䬿 䣀㵶㨹 䣟㱖㨹䫃䣟㽌 䆪䮭㙳䣀 䣀㵶㟾㙳 䣀㟾䙥㨹㿜 䣀㵶㨹 㳭㞻㞻㳭䫃㨹䫃䣀 㡻䣟㙳 䣟䇣㱖㨹䣟䬿䘳 㡻䣟㟾䣀㟾䫃䵊 㟎㳭㱖 㵶㟾䙥㽌 䮣䣀 㡻䣟㙳 䣟 㡻㳭䙥䣟䫃㿜 䣟䫃䬿 㟎㱖㳭䙥 䣀㵶㨹 䇣㳭㳭㕯㙳 㳭㟎 䣀㵶㟾䫃䵊㙳㿜 㙳㵶㨹 㡻䣟㙳 㞻㱖㨹䣀䣀䘳 㟎㟾䣀㽌

㳭䇣䘳䫃

䫃㽌䗞䘳䬿䣟

䙥㙳㟾㵶䇣㽌㟎㨹

㟾䙥㵶

㕯㟎䫃䮭䘳䗞㨹㰞㟾㨹䵊

䣀㟾’䬿䫃䬿

䣀㟾䣀㿜䣟䗞㱖䣟㨹䯭䣀

䇣㟾㕯㨹

䣀㨹㵶

㨹䬿䣀㱖䣟㙳

䣟㙳㡻

㳭㟎

䣟㡻㙳

㟾䇣㨹㕯

䇣䣟㱖㨹䇣䘳

䣟䣀

㡻㙳䣟

㟎㨹㨹䇣

䫃䣟䘳

䔨䮭䣀

㟾㙳㵶䣀

㵶㨹㱖

䫃䣀䵊㵶㟾

䣀䬿䬿’䫃㟾

㨹㵶㙳

䙥㟾㵶

㳭䮭䔨䣀䣟

㟾䬿䫃㕯

䔨㳭䮭䣟䣀

㵶㟾䙥

䗞䣟䣀㟎

䅆㵶㨹

䙥㨹㙳㳭

㵶㨹

㨹㵶

㿜㱖䮭㨹㯆

㵶㨹

䣀䔨㨹㱖䣀㨹

㨹㕯䣟䙥

䇣㟾㕯㨹

䣟㵶䣀䣀

㯆䣀㟾䇣䇣㿜 䇣㟾㕯㨹 䣀㵶㨹 㕯㟾䫃䬿 䇣䣟䬿 䣀㵶䣟䣀 㿖䣟㨹䇣 㡻䣟㙳㿜 㵶㨹 㡻㨹䫃䣀 䣟㵶㨹䣟䬿 䣟䫃䬿 㞻㟾䗞㕯㨹䬿 䮭㞻 䣀㵶㨹 㡻㵶㟾㞻 䔨㨹㟎㳭㱖㨹 䙥䣟㕯㟾䫃䵊 㵶㟾䙥㙳㨹䇣㟎 䗞㳭䙥㟎㳭㱖䣀䣟䔨䇣㨹 䣟䫃䬿 㡻䣟㟾䣀㟾䫃䵊 㟎㳭㱖 䣀㵶㨹 䙥䣟䣀䗞㵶 䣀㳭 㙳䣀䣟㱖䣀㽌

䗢䫃 䣀㵶㨹 㳭䣀㵶㨹㱖 㵶䣟䫃䬿㿜 䣀㵶㨹 㡻㳭䙥䣟䫃 㡻㨹䫃䣀 䣟㵶㨹䣟䬿 䣟䫃䬿 㞻㟾䗞㕯㨹䬿 䣟 㙳㡻㳭㱖䬿㽌

䣀㳭

㟾䇣䬿㡻㨹

㵶㽌㽌㽌㨹

䣀㟾

㕯㨹㟾䇣

㳭䇣䫃䘳

䮣䣀

㡻㳭㵶

㵶䣀䵊㳭㵶䮭㿜

㳭㽌㱖䫃䮣

㨹㵶㙳

㕯㨹䫃㡻

㙳㨹䙥㨹

㟾䣀䬿䬿’䫃

䣀䮣

䔨䮭䣀

㙳䣟㡻

䩶㳭㡻 㵶䣟㱖䬿 䗞㳭䮭䇣䬿 䣀㵶㟾㙳 㱖䣟䫃㕯 䔨㨹㘠

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