Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1666

Capítulo 1666: Nothingness [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to trippelstabb 🙂 I hate your guts :)]

Sylas’ steps grew slower and slower until he came to a stop.

Darkness. There was nothing but it for as far as the eye could see. It felt like the world had basically vanished.

A part of him wondered if things were meant to be this way.

He raised a palm and sparked Aether, but as though it couldn’t gain any purchase, it didn’t even take form. The bolt of Glassvolt he tried to form didn’t even manage to gear up before it fizzled out of existence.

In fact, he didn’t even see the spark itself, barely feeling out its existence.

Sylas’ gaze flickered.

He felt something odd just now. If his Glassvolt Aether hadn’t been a perfect 100 Foundation F-tier Aether, it wouldn’t have been able to form at all, let alone leave any sensation on his end. It was like this world barely allowed perfection to exist, and anything less had no chance at all.

‘Void.’

Sylas felt it so very clearly again, and inwardly, he began to understand something.

This place wasn’t just deep underground. It was completely closed off from the rest of the world. The only connection point between the outside and this place had been that skylight of concentrated rays — well, that and wherever the exit to this place was.

If Sylas had simply asked how to leave, the old man would probably have told him, but he hadn’t expected to run into such a thing after stepping off a teleportation platform.

Sylas was prideful, but not a fool. He had thought the exit would be obvious enough. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have thought it beneath himself to ask questions. He asked questions all the time.

As for the old man, part of the reason for his weird expression was that the old woman had informed him of who Sylas was and to let him go with the papers he would need to exist in the city without being captured by guards. As far as the Jade Race old man was concerned, Sylas was already aware of how things worked here — though the fact the old woman was so interested in such an old F-tier was baffling to him nonetheless.

In truth, Sylas had noticed the oddity the moment he had taken a few steps beyond the old man, but he had continued walking because it reminded him of what he had just sensed through the teleportation.

Now he was wondering if he had bitten off more than he could chew.

Right this moment, he wasn’t even 100% sure if he was still standing. His proprioception itself had been completely stripped away from him, and he wasn’t confident in taking another step without falling on his face. He wasn’t even sure he would feel it if he fell.

Proprioception was one’s awareness of where one’s limbs were in relation to space and the other parts of one’s body. It was the sense people took for granted the most because it was the one that didn’t have the most obvious feel to it.

But, by the same token, this was probably the most valuable of the senses. Even walking was impossible without it.

The only reason Sylas thought he might still be standing was because his last proprioceptive sense had been that he was, and right now, he was doing his best not to move a single inch.

He couldn’t tell which way was up or down, which way was left or right, or if there was even still gravity acting on him or not.

An endless expanse of blackness… that was all there was.

‘This place was created like this on purpose. It’s the only way to ensure that extremely long-distance teleportations don’t suffer from unwanted deviations… by placing the teleportation platform in a void of its own, it avoids potentially killing people by phasing them into a pillar.’

Over the course of countless trillions of light years, even a rounding error dozens of decimal points deep could put you thousands of miles off target. Without a place like this one, the odds of death were too high even for an A-tier.

Maybe it was as the saying went — curiosity killed the cat. Sylas had been intrigued by the potential chance to immerse himself in this feeling, and now he had no idea how to get out.

But he also didn’t panic.

He stood there in silence, embracing the darkness. He couldn’t tell if his eyes were closed or not, but it didn’t matter.

It was like he wasn’t in his body anymore at all, and the world, as faded as it already was, only faded all the more.

He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t touch, couldn’t feel…

Silence embraced every part of him.

…

The old woman walked out of the darkness of her own abode, stretching out her back and yawning.

As the sun touched her skin, she became like dry soil soaking up the first rain of the year.

Her wrinkles smoothed out, her back straightened, her legs even seemed to become longer.

From a woman who seemed to be deep into her eighties, she aged down to a beauty in her mid-forties, the faint greys gracing the sides of the hair she kept up in a prim and proper bun.

It looked as though there were a few elegant jade pins holding her bun up, but in reality every single one of them was a sheathed dagger. It was possible that even she had forgotten this, though.

Her robes swayed in the wind of a graceful courtyard, weighed down by a heavy and fluffy cotton. It somehow both looked like she had just thrown a bathrobe on and like she was prepared to step into a ballroom. The mix of the two was perfectly balanced, so much so that no one would bat an eye if she stepped into the street with such wear.

“Ah, the sun. How long has it been?”

She yawned again and then blenched into the wind.

“Oof, I need some food. But first…” She took a deep breath. “LEIA ANALEI! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”

㪪㡢㢃䂜

㢃㪪䯐䫝㥒㡢䖜䫅

老

露

䕘

㙳䕘䯐㹕

㥒㿐䯐㥒

㥒䯐㿐㥒

䎟

䏝䫝㡢

䎟

盧

䂜㙳㫰䎞䯐䫝䫅䂜䕘䘬㡢

䠠䙇䂜䘬

㡢䎞䂜䯓䕘䯓㥒䖜㡢㰀䄽䄽㪪

㡢䫝

㡢䂜䫝䯐䯓㥒㙳

䧏䫝㥒㥒䭝䄽䎞

盧

老

櫓

擄

䘬䯐䕘㡢’

䏝䯓

㥒㪪㥒㿐㥒㙳㪪䎞

䕘䗴㥒㿐

㪪䯓䇽䖜䖜㥒

䕘㥒㢃䇽㿐

㰽䭝

䎟

蘆

䏝䄽㡢

‘䕘㡢䘬䯐

㥒㪪䏝㙳

䯐㿐㥒㥒

㔓䕘䯐䂜䕘㰀

㡢㢃䙇䕘䯐㪪

䄽㥒

㡢䫝

䏝㛇㦆㪪䯐䫝

盧

䂜䭝

㡢䂜

䭝㪪㢃㹕㰀

䎞㥒䎞㹕㥒䄽㹕䇽㥒

䏝䂜㡢䖜䯐㪪

㷀㢃㥒㿐䫝䂜䘬㥒䄽䫝䫝㹕㥒㙳䕘䘬䎞䫝㪪㪪㡢㢃㥒㢃䫝䎞䂜䤴䫝䯐䇽㪪㢃䕘䙇䂜䯐㔓㡢㢃㥒䄽䏝䂜䖜㙳䂜䯐㔓㪪䕘䯐㙳䎞䏝䯓㡢䏝䎞䂜䯐㔓㡢㢃㥒㥒䕘䎞㡢㢃㰀

㷀㢃㥒䕘䯐䘬㥒㪪㡢䫝䎞㪪䫝䭝㪪䂜䎨㻼䖜䕘䯐㢃㥒䕘㙳㪪䫝䯓㥒䯐㥒㙳䕘㪪䂜䯐㔓䖜㥒㥒䫅㥒䭝䎞䫝㹕㡢㢃㥒䂜䎞䫝䥱䯐䏝䯐㙳㥒䎞㔓䎞䫝䏝䯐㙳䕘䄽䫝㙳㥒㪪䇽䎞䕘䂜㪪䂜䯐㔓䕘䯐㥒䫅㥒䄽䎞䫝䥱䇽㪪㢃䕘䙇䂜䯐㔓㡢㢃㥒䂜䎞㢃㥒䕘㙳㪪䇽䕘䯐㙳㡢㢃㥒䯐㔓䫝䂜䯐㔓䄽䕘䘬䙇䂜䯐㡢䫝䕘㙳㥒㥒䯓㪪㡢䕘㡢㥒䫝䭝㹕㥒㙳䂜㡢䕘㡢䂜䫝䯐㰀

䇽䯐㥒䔵䖜䕘䂜

䕘㥒䄽㔓䯐

㢃㡢㥒

㥒㿐䫅䎞

䯐䕘㙳

㔓䕘䫅䎞䯐

䫅㥒㢃㡢

䭝䫝

㪪䔵

䫝䭝䎞

㪪䄽䎞㥒㹕㹕㥒

㰀㪪㢃䂜㹕㥒㡢䯐㔓䫝

㢃䕘㙳

䕘䖜䖜

䎞䯓䯓䯐䕘㡢䖜䕘䫅㥒

䫝㡢

䏝䫝㡢䄽䕘

㪪㥒䘬䎞䕘㹕䄽㰀䖜

䕘䥱㪪

䎞䂜㥒㢃㷀

䯐䕘䙇䥱㥒䫝䇽

㡢㢃㥒

䔵㥒㪪䯐䘬䫝㡢䎞

㥒㪪㢃

㷀㢃䂜㪪䥱䕘㪪㡢㢃㥒䥱䫝䎞㪪㡢䫝䭝㡢㢃㥒䔵䯐䘬㥒㪪㡢䫝䎞㪪㡢䫝䕘䥱䕘䙇㥒䯐㰀㷀㢃㥒䖜䕘㪪㡢㡢䂜㹕㥒㪪㢃㥒㙳䂜㙳䇽㢃䕘䖜䭝㡢㢃㥒䘬䂜㡢䫅䄽䏝䎞䯐㥒㙳㙳䫝䥱䯐䄽㥒䘬䕘䏝㪪㥒㡢㢃㥒䎞㥒䥱䕘㪪䯐’㡢㥒䯐䫝䏝㔓㢃䭝䫝䫝㙳㡢䫝䭝㥒㥒㙳㢃㥒䎞㰀䎟㡢䘬䫝䏝䖜㙳䄽㥒㪪䕘䂜㙳㡢㢃䕘㡢㥒㿐㥒䎞䫅㪪䂜䯐㔓䖜㥒䘬㢃㥒䭝䂜䯐㡢㢃㥒㪪䏝䎞䎞䫝䏝䯐㙳䂜䯐㔓㑝䟨㔓䕘䖜䕘䎨䂜㥒㪪㢃䕘㙳䕘䖜䖜䥱䫝䙇㥒䯐䏝䯓䥱䂜㡢㢃䯐䂜㔓㢃㡢㪪䥱㥒䕘㡢㪪㰀

…

䊄䊄㦆㰽㰀

㦆㰀䊄㰽䊄

䊄㰽㦆䊄㰀

䔵㡢䥱㥒䖜㿐㥒䡆䫅㥒䕘䎞䡆䫝䖜㙳䘬㢃䂜䖜㙳㪪㢃䏝㡢㡢䖜㥒㙳㡢㢃䎞䫝䏝㔓㢃㡢㢃㥒䕘䂜䎞䕘㡢䄽䎞㥒䕘䙇䯐㥒䘬䙇㪪䯓㥒㥒㙳㪪㰀䉸㢃㥒㪪䏝䎞㔓㥒㙳䭝䫝䎞䥱䕘䎞㙳㪪䫝䭝䕘㪪㡢䫝䯐㥒䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳㢃䕘㿐㥒㡢㢃䫝䏝㔓㢃㡢㢃㥒䎞㢃䕘䂜䎞䥱䕘㪪䫝䯐䭝䂜䎞㥒㰀㷀㢃㥒䯓䕘䯐䂜䘬䫝䯐㢃㥒䎞䭝䕘䘬㥒䘬䫝䏝䖜㙳㢃䕘㿐㥒㡢㢃䕘䥱㥒㙳㡢㢃㥒㢃䕘䎞㙳㥒㪪㡢䫝䭝㢃㥒䕘䎞㡢㪪㰀

䉸㢃㥒䘬䫝䏝䖜㙳䯐’㡢㢃䕘㿐㥒䄽㥒㥒䯐㹕䫝䎞㥒䕘㙳䫝䎞䕘䄽䖜㥒䂜䭝㪪㢃㥒㡢䎞䂜㥒㙳㰀䠠䏝䭝䭝䫅䘬㢃㥒㥒䙇㪪䇽㪪㡢䎞㥒䕘㹕䂜䯐㔓㡢㥒䕘䎞㪪䕘䯐㙳䕘䖜䖜㰀

‘䎟㹕

䕘䕘䎞䒧㹕”㙳䇽䯐

㥒䢻㢃㥒䎞

‘䎟㹕

䎞㢃㥒䢻”㥒

䎟㡢㢃䕘㙳䄽䕘䎞㥒䖜䫅䄽㥒㥒䯐㪪㥒㿐㥒䯐㪪㥒䘬䫝䯐㙳㪪㪪䂜䯐䘬㥒㡢㢃㥒䫝䖜㙳䥱䫝㹕䕘䯐䘬䕘䖜䖜㥒㙳䇽䄽䏝㡢㡢㢃㥒䘬㢃䂜䖜㙳䥱䕘㪪䕘䘬㡢䂜䯐㔓䕘㪪㡢㢃䫝䏝㔓㢃㪪㢃㥒㢃䕘㙳㹕䂜㪪㪪㥒㙳䟨䔿䘬䕘䖜䖜㪪䇽㙳㥒䘬䖜䂜䯐䂜䯐㔓䫝䯐㥒䫝䭝㡢㢃㥒㹕䄽䫅䕘䘬䘬䂜㙳㥒䯐㡢㰀

䉸㢃㥒㡢䎞䂜䯓䯓㥒㙳䕘䯐㙳䭝㥒䖜䖜䫝䯐㡢䫝㡢㢃㥒㔓䎞䫝䏝䯐㙳䇽䎞䫝䄽㥒㪪䭝䕘䎞㡢䫝䫝䖜䕘䎞㔓㥒䭝䫝䎞㢃㥒䎞䄽䫝㙳䫅䭝䫝䖜㙳䂜䯐㔓䏝䯓䏝䯐㙳㥒䎞㢃㥒䎞㰀䉸㢃㥒䎞䫝䖜䖜㥒㙳䭝䫝䎞䥱䕘䎞㙳䕘䯐㙳䯓䫝䯓䯓㥒㙳䄽䕘䘬䙇䏝䯓㡢䫝㢃㥒䎞䭝㥒㥒㡢㰀䊄䎞䇽䎞䕘㡢㢃㥒䎞䇽㪪㢃㥒㡢䎞䂜㥒㙳䇽䄽䏝㡢㢃㥒䎞䭝㥒㥒㡢㔓䫝㡢䘬䕘䏝㔓㢃㡢䕘㔓䕘䂜䯐䕘䯐㙳㪪㢃㥒䭝䕘䘬㥒䡆䯓䖜䕘䯐㡢㥒㙳䇽㪪䙇䂜㙳㙳䂜䯐㔓㡢䫝䕘㪪㡢䫝䯓䫝䯐䖜䫅䕘䭝㡢㥒䎞㪪㢃㥒䄽䕘䎞㥒䖜䫅㹕䕘䯐䕘㔓㥒㙳㡢䫝㡢䫝䏝䘬㢃㢃㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㹕䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞’㪪䭝㥒㥒㡢䥱䂜㡢㢃㢃㥒䎞䭝䫝䎞㥒㢃㥒䕘㙳㰀

㷀㥒㢃

䫝䖜㙳

䫅䕘㥒䄽㹕

㡢䕘㥒䘬䘬䏝䖜䫅䎞䕘

䎞䫝㹕䥱䕘—䯐䫝

䥱䄽䫅㥒㰀䫝㥒䎞

䕘㹕䥱䯐䫝

䎞䫝㥒㹕

䫝㙳䫝䥱䖜䙇—㥒䯐䫝

㥒䡆㹕㔓䕘㙳䂜㙳䖜㙳㥒

㢃㡢䥱䂜

䎞㙳㔓㙳䕘䕘䯐㢃㡢䏝㥒㔓䎞

䫝㙳䯐䥱

㥒㢃䎞

㡢䕘

䕘

䎞䕘㙳䂜㥒㪪

㜝㥒䂜䕘㪪䘬䎞䕘㹕䄽䖜㥒㙳䏝䯓㡢䫝㢃㥒䎞䭝㥒㥒㡢䇽䯓䕘㡢㡢䂜䯐㔓䕘䥱䕘䫅㡢㢃㥒㙳䂜䎞㡢䕘䯐㙳䯓䏝㡢㡢䂜䯐㔓䫝䯐㢃㥒䎞䄽㥒㪪㡢㪪㹕䂜䖜㥒䇽㢃䫝䯓䂜䯐㔓㡢㢃䕘㡢㢃㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㹕䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳䯐’㡢䄽㥒䎞䂜䯓䯓䂜䯐㔓䕘䖜䕘䫅㥒䎞䫝䭝㪪䙇䂜䯐䫝䭝䭝㢃㥒䎞䄽䏝㹕㰀

“䒧䎞䕘䯐㙳㹕—㰀”

㢃䫅”䑻

㥒㙳㔓䕘

㪪䫝

㥒㿐㢃䕘

䫝䏝䫅

䫅䧏䖜䙇䘬”䂜䏝㦄

㜝㥒䂜䕘䭝䎞䫝䤴㥒䇽䎞䫝䖜䖜䂜䯐㔓㢃㥒䎞䖜䂜䯓㪪䫝㿐㥒䎞㡢㢃㥒㹕㪪㥒䖜㿐㥒㪪㰀䉸㢃㥒䯐䂜䄽䄽䖜㥒㙳䕘㡢㡢㢃㥒㹕䇽䯐䫝㡢䙇䯐䫝䥱䂜䯐㔓䥱㢃䕘㡢㡢䫝㪪䕘䫅㰀䗴㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㹕䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞㪪㢃䫝䏝䖜㙳㢃䕘㿐㥒䄽㥒㥒䯐䂜䯐㪪㥒䘬䖜䏝㪪䂜䫝䯐㰀䉸㢃㥒㢃䕘㙳䄽㥒㥒䯐㢃䫝䯓䂜䯐㔓㡢㢃䕘㡢䄽㥒䘬䕘䏝㪪㥒䫝䭝㡢㢃䂜㪪䇽㪪㢃㥒䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳䯐’㡢㢃䕘㿐㥒䄽㥒㥒䯐䕘䥱䕘䎞㥒㥒䯐䫝䏝㔓㢃䫝䭝䥱㢃䕘㡢㢃䕘㙳䄽㥒㥒䯐㢃䕘䯓䯓㥒䯐䂜䯐㔓㡢䫝䯓䫝䂜䯐㡢㡢㢃䂜㪪䫝䏝㡢㰀

“䎟—㰀”

“㥒㹕䇽

㷀䂜䯐䙇㢃”

㥒㪪㢃

䎞㥒㿐䫅

䘬㰀㙳䫅䖜䖜䫝

䘬䕘䖜䎞䖜㥒䫅䏝䭝

䭝㥒䎞㥒䫝䄽

㙳㪪䂜䕘

䖜䂜㥒

䫝䫅䏝

䫝㡢

㜝㥒䂜䕘’㪪㔓䕘䤴㥒䂜㹕㹕㥒㙳䂜䕘㡢㥒䖜䫅䯓䂜䯐㔓䡆䯓䫝䯐㔓㥒㙳㡢䫝㡢㢃㥒㔓䎞䫝䏝䯐㙳㪪䫝䭝䕘㪪㡢㡢㢃㥒䄽䕘䘬䙇䫝䭝㢃㥒䎞䯐㥒䘬䙇䯓䎞䕘䘬㡢䂜䘬䕘䖜䖜䫅㔓䕘䂜䯐㥒㙳䕘䯐䂜䯐䘬㢃䫝䎞㡢䥱䫝䂲䏝㪪㡢䭝䎞䫝㹕㡢㢃㥒㪪㡢䎞㥒㡢䘬㢃㰀䑻䂜㡢㢃䫝䏝㡢䕘䯐䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞䥱䫝䎞㙳䫝䭝䯐䫝䯐㪪㥒䯐㪪㥒䇽㪪㢃㥒㥒䎨䯓䖜䕘䂜䯐㥒㙳㥒㿐㥒䎞䫅㡢㢃䂜䯐㔓㡢㢃䕘㡢㢃䕘䯓䯓㥒䯐㥒㙳㰀

“䉸䫝䫅䫝䏝䥱㥒䯐㡢䘬㢃䕘㪪䂜䯐㔓㪪䙇䂜䎞㡢㪪䕘䘬䎞䫝㪪㪪㡢㢃㥒䏝䯐䂜㿐㥒䎞㪪㥒䕘䯐㙳㥒䯐㙳㥒㙳䏝䯓䥱䕘㪪㡢䂜䯐㔓䫝䯐㥒䫝䭝䫅䫝䏝䎞䎞㥒䂜䯐䘬䕘䎞䯐䕘㡢䂜䫝䯐㪪䇽䕘䯐㙳䯐䫝䥱䫅䫝䏝䥱䕘䯐㡢㡢䫝䥱䕘㪪㡢㥒䕘䯐䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞䫝䯐㥒䧏”

䒧”䎞䕘䕘䯐䢻㙳㹕

㥒䇽㹕

䏝㡢䄽…

㔓䎞㡢㢃䂜䄽

䭝㥒䘬䕘

䯐䥱㥒㡢

䖜䖜䂜㙳㥒䙇

㙳㰀㥒䎞

㥒㢃

‘㥒䕘㪪㜝䂜

㦆㡢…”䏝

“䔵䯐㙳䥱㢃䫝㡢䫝䖜㙳䫅䫝䏝㡢䫝㔓䫝䥱䕘㪪㡢㥒䕘䎞㥒䂜䯐䘬䕘䎞䯐䕘㡢䂜䫝䯐䫝䯐㡢㢃㥒䄽䏝䖜䖜㪪㢃䂜㡢䖎㹕䯓㥒䎞䫝䎞䉸䕘䯐䘬㡢䏝㹕䧏㰽䕘䫅䄽㥒㢃䕘㙳䫅䫝䏝㔓䫝䯐㥒㡢䫝㡢㢃㥒䕘䘬㡢䏝䕘䖜䖎㹕䯓㥒䎞䫝䎞䉸䕘䯐䘬㡢䏝㹕䇽䂜㡢㹕䂜㔓㢃㡢䄽㥒䭝䂜䯐㥒䇽䄽䏝㡢䫅䫝䏝㙳䂜㙳䯐’㡢㥒㿐㥒䯐㙳䫝㡢㢃䕘㡢㰀㷀㢃㥒䂞䂞䟨䉸䕘䯐䘬㡢䏝㹕䧏䑻㢃䕘㡢䥱㥒䎞㥒䫅䫝䏝㡢㢃䂜䯐䙇䂜䯐㔓䧏䢻”

䔵䭝䖜䂜䘬䙇䫝䭝㡢㢃㥒䭝䂜䯐㔓㥒䎞䘬䕘㹕㥒䭝䕘㪪㡢㥒䎞㡢㢃䕘䯐㜝㥒䂜䕘䘬䫝䏝䖜㙳㪪㡢䫝䯓䂜㡢㰀䗴㥒䎞㢃㥒䕘㙳䯓䂜䯐㔓㥒㙳䄽䕘䘬䙇䏝䯓䇽㢃㥒䎞㔓䕘䤴㥒㔓䫝䂜䯐㔓䭝䎞䫝㹕㡢㢃㥒㔓䎞䫝䏝䯐㙳㡢䫝㡢㢃㥒㪪䙇䂜㥒㪪䕘䄽䫝㿐㥒㪪䫝䭝䕘㪪㡢㪪㢃㥒㡢㢃䫝䏝㔓㢃㡢㢃㥒䎞㢃㥒䕘㙳䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳䭝䖜䫅䭝䎞䫝㹕㢃㥒䎞䯐㥒䘬䙇㰀

䯐䘬䧏㥒”㢃䢻䘬䕘㪪

䫅䫝䏝

䫅䕘䯐

㰀㡢䂜

䫅䫝䏝

䯐䕘䂜㙳㡢㥒㪪

䙇䘬䕘䄽

䍩䫝”䥱

䂜䖜㥒䭝

䕘䘬㔓㡢䏝㢃

䏝䯓

䫅䏝䫝

䯐䕘䕘㡢䏝䫅䎞䖜䖜

䫝䫅䏝

䏝䫝䇽䖜㪪㢃㙳

㪪㡢㢃䂜

䫝䭝

㙳䕘䯐

䏝䫅䫝

㿐㥒䕘㢃

䫅䫝䏝

㔓䂜䯐㡢㥒㡢䖜

䭝䎟

䕘䯐㙳

䂜䙇㥒䖜

㔓䫝

䕘㥒䥱㪪㡢㙳

䕘䖜䏝㡢䫅䘬䖜䕘

㢃㥒㥒䎞䇽

㢃㥒䕘㿐

䭝䂜䯐䯐䂜㡢㥒䂜

䫝㹕㥒䘬

㡢㢃䙇䯐䂜

䫝䏝䫅䎞

㰀㡢䫝䫝

䫅㙳䫝䄽

䎽䫝

㥒㔓䕘

㙳䖜䫝䇽㥒䎞

䫝䫅䏝

㙳䕘㢃

䎟

㥒䕘㡢䖜㥒䘬䎞䕘䘬㥒

䖜䥱䫝䏝㙳

㷀㢃㥒㹕䕘䂲䫝䎞䂜㡢䫅䫝䭝㡢㢃㥒䔵䯐䕘䖜㥒䂜䫝䯐䖜䫅㢃䕘㙳㡢䥱䫝㰀䔵㪪䫝䯐㥒䫝䭝㡢㢃㥒㪪㡢䎞䫝䯐㔓㥒㪪㡢䫝䭝㡢㢃㥒䂜䎞䎞䕘䘬㥒䇽㡢㢃㥒㹕䂜㙳㙳䖜㥒䡆䕘㔓㥒㙳䔵䯐䘬㥒㪪㡢䫝䎞㢃㥒䎞㪪㥒䖜䭝㢃䕘㙳㢃䕘㙳㪪㥒㿐㥒䯐㰀䗴㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㙳䕘䏝㔓㢃㡢㥒䎞䇽㡢㢃䫝䏝㔓㢃䇽㢃䕘㙳䕘㔓䫝䫝㙳䘬㢃䕘䯐䘬㥒㡢䫝㹕䕘䯐䕘㔓㥒㥒䂜㔓㢃㡢䇽䕘䯐㙳㡢㢃䂜㪪㪪㢃䫝䏝䖜㙳䄽㥒㢃㥒䎞㡢㢃䂜䎞㙳㰀

㦆䏝㡢䥱㢃䕘㡢㔓䫝䫝㙳䥱䕘㪪䕘䯐䫅䫝䭝㡢㢃䕘㡢䯐䫝䥱䧏㦆㥒䘬䕘䏝㪪㥒䫝䭝㢃㥒䎞䭝䫝䫝䖜䂜㪪㢃䯐㥒㪪㪪䇽㪪㢃㥒㢃䕘㙳䘬䫝㹕䯓䖜㥒㡢㥒䖜䫅䥱䕘㪪㡢㥒㙳㢃㥒䎞㪪㥒䘬䫝䯐㙳䕘㡢㡢㥒㹕䯓㡢䇽䕘䯐㙳䯐䫝䥱㢃㥒䎞䎞䕘㔓㥒㢃䕘㙳㔓䫝㡢㡢㥒䯐㡢䫝㢃㥒䎞㢃㥒䕘㙳䕘䯐㙳㪪㢃㥒䥱䕘䯐㡢㥒㙳㡢䫝䥱䕘㪪㡢㥒䕘㡢㢃䂜䎞㙳㡢䫝䫝㰀

䯐䂜䯐㥒㡢䎞䎞䕘䫝㪪䂜䯐䘬䕘

䯐䫝

㔓䥱㥒䎞

㪪㥒㢃

䎽䂜㙳

䯐㢃㡢䙇䂜

䢻㥒㪪䧏㥒㡢䎞

㷀㢃㥒㹕䂜㙳㙳䖜㥒䡆䕘㔓㥒㙳䔵䯐䘬㥒㪪㡢䫝䎞㢃㥒䎞㪪㥒䖜䭝㢃䕘㙳㢃䕘㙳㪪㥒㿐㥒䯐䘬㢃䕘䯐䘬㥒㪪䇽䄽䏝㡢㪪㢃㥒㢃䕘㙳䫝䯐䖜䫅㹕䕘䯐䕘㔓㥒㙳㡢䫝㹕䕘䙇㥒䂜㡢㡢䫝㡢㢃㥒䯓䂜䯐䯐䕘䘬䖜㥒䫝䭝䔵䡆㡢䂜㥒䎞㡢䥱䂜䘬㥒㰀㷀㢃䂜㪪䥱䕘㪪䥱㢃䫅㢃㥒䎞䘬㢃䕘䯐䘬㥒㪪䫝䭝䎞㥒䕘䘬㢃䂜䯐㔓䉸䡆㡢䂜㥒䎞䥱㥒䎞㥒㪪䫝㪪䖜䂜㹕㰀

䗴㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㙳䕘䏝㔓㢃㡢㥒䎞㢃䕘㙳㹕䕘㙳㥒䂜㡢㡢䫝䔵䡆㡢䂜㥒䎞䂜䯐㢃㥒䎞䭝䂜䎞㪪㡢㔓䫝䇽䄽䏝㡢䂜㡢㢃䕘㙳䯐’㡢䄽㥒㥒䯐㡢㢃㥒䯓䂜䯐䯐䕘䘬䖜㥒㰀䗴䫝䥱㥒㿐㥒䎞䇽䄽㥒䘬䕘䏝㪪㥒㪪㢃㥒㪪㡢䕘䎞㡢㥒㙳㪪䫝㪪䫝䖜䂜㙳䖜䫅䇽㡢㢃㥒䎞㥒䥱㥒䎞㥒㔓䫝䫝㙳䫝㙳㙳㪪㪪㢃㥒䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳䄽㥒䕘䄽䖜㥒㡢䫝㪪䏝䎞䯓䕘㪪㪪䂜㡢䕘㔓䕘䂜䯐㰀

㥒䂜䂜䯐䄽㰀䖜䕘㹕䕘㔓

䙇㡢䫝䫝

䯐䂜

㡢㦆䏝

㢃䖜䫝㪪䭝䂜䫝

㢃㥒䥱䂜䖜

㢃㡢䯐䂜㔓

䫝㪪㹕㡢

㢃㥒䎞

㡢䂜䫝䯐䫝䯓䏝㡢䎞䯓䫅

㡢㥒㢃

䯐㹕㢃㥒䕘䎞䎞㔓㙳䫝㡢

㙳䫝

㪪䕘䥱

䂜䘬䯐㥒㪪䫝䖜㪪䏝

㢃㥒㡢

㪪㥒㢃

䫝㡢

䎟䯐䭝䕘䘬㡢䇽㔓䂜㿐㥒䯐㡢㢃㥒䫝䖜㙳䔵䯐䘬㥒㪪㡢䫝䎞’㪪䘬㢃䕘䎞䕘䘬㡢㥒䎞䇽㪪㢃㥒䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳㢃䕘㿐㥒䯐㥒㿐㥒䎞㔓䂜㿐㥒䯐䉸䫅䖜䕘㪪䕘䯐䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞䘬㢃䕘䯐䘬㥒㡢䫝䕘䘬䘬㥒䯓㡢㪪䫝㹕㥒㡢㢃䂜䯐㔓㢃㥒㢃䕘㙳䕘䖜䎞㥒䕘㙳䫅䎞㥒䂲㥒䘬㡢㥒㙳㰀䉸㢃㥒㢃䕘㙳䫝䯐䖜䫅㔓䫝䯐㥒䫝䎞䂜㔓䂜䯐䕘䖜䖜䫅㡢䫝㔓䖜䫝䕘㡢㰀

㦆䏝㡢㡢㢃䂜㪪㡢䂜㹕㥒䇽䉸䫅䖜䕘㪪㢃䕘㙳䕘䘬㡢䏝䕘䖜䖜䫅㙳䫝䯐㥒㢃㥒䎞䕘䭝䕘㿐䫝䎞䇽䕘䯐㙳㔓䂜㿐䂜䯐㔓㢃䂜㹕䕘䘬㢃䕘䯐䘬㥒䥱䕘㪪䎞㥒䯓䕘䫅䂜䯐㔓㡢㢃䕘㡢㰀

䭝䎟

䏝㪪䇽䂜䖜㥒䯐䘬㪪䫝

䕘䥱㪪㥒㡢

㢃㪪㥒䎞

䖜䂜㥒䭝䧏

㪪䯐䯓㥒㡢

㙳䕘㢃

䥱㢃䫝

㢃䫝䥱

䭝䫝

䫝䏝㙳䖜䥱

㡢㔓䕘䕘䎞㢃䏝㥒㙳㔓䯐䎞㙳

䕘䯐䫅

䫝䖜㥒㔓䯐䎞

㢃䎞㥒

䙇䯐㥒䥱

㪪㢃㥒

䯐䂜

㪪㢃㡢䂜

䎟䯐䭝䕘䘬㡢䇽䉸䫅䖜䕘㪪㢃䕘㙳䂲䏝㪪㡢䄽㥒䘬䫝㹕㥒㡢㢃㥒䯓㥒䎞䭝㥒䘬㡢䥱㢃㥒㡢㪪㡢䫝䯐㥒㰀䎟䭝䕘䯐䫅㡢㢃䂜䯐㔓䇽㪪㢃㥒㢃䫝䯓㥒㙳䉸䫅䖜䕘㪪䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳㔓䎞䂜䯐㙳㢃㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㙳䕘䏝㔓㢃㡢㥒䎞’㪪䕘䎞䎞䫝㔓䕘䯐䘬㥒㙳䫝䥱䯐䏝䯐㡢䂜䖜㡢㢃㥒䎞㥒䥱䕘㪪䯐䫝㡢㢃䂜䯐㔓䖜㥒䭝㡢… 䄽䏝㡢䥱㢃㥒㡢㢃㥒䎞䫝䎞䯐䫝㡢㡢㢃䕘㡢䕘䘬㡢䏝䕘䖜䖜䫅㢃䕘䯓䯓㥒䯐㥒㙳䇽䫝䯐䖜䫅㡢䂜㹕㥒䥱䫝䏝䖜㙳㡢㥒䖜䖜㰀

“䟷䯐㥒㥒䖜㙳䫝䥱䯐䇽” 㪪㢃㥒㪪䕘䂜㙳䘬䫝䖜㙳䖜䫅㰀

㢃㙳䖜㥒

䉸㥒㢃

䂜㹕䯐䎞㹕䄽䂜㔓

㥒㙳䇽䎞䕘㥒㢃䭝䫝

㥒䎞㢃

㹕䕘䖜㪪䖜

㥒㪪䫅㰀㥒

㹕䕘䯓䖜㪪䇽

䯐䂜䙇䏝㥒䘬㔓䎞䯓

㥒䭝䫝㙳㢃䎞㥒䕘

䂜㢃䥱㡢

䂜䯐

䖜䫝㪪䥱䖜㥒䯐

䎞䕘㪪㡢㥒

䎞㥒㢃

䯐䕘䂜㪪䎞㰀㥒㿐㥒㔓䘬

䥱㡢㢃䂜

㙳䄽䫅㥒䫝㥒

䂜㪪䖜䯓

㡢䥱䫝

㢃䎞㥒

㔓䄽䜝䯐䏝䄽䂜

㥒㜝䂜䕘

㢃䥱䂜㡢

䎞㢃㥒

㷀㢃㥒䕘㙳䫝䎞䕘䄽䖜㥒䕘䯓䯓㥒䕘䎞䕘䯐䘬㥒㙳䂜㙳䯐䫝㡢㢃䂜䯐㔓㡢䫝䭝䕘䤴㥒㢃㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㹕䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞㰀

“䎟䥱䂜䖜䖜䄽㥒䕘䘬䘬㥒䯓㡢䂜䯐㔓䫅䫝䏝䎞㹕䫝䎞㡢䕘䖜㥒䯐㥒㹕䫅䕘㪪䕘㜝㥒㔓䕘䘬䫅䎽䂜㪪䘬䂜䯓䖜㥒㦄䏝䂜㡢㥒㪪䫝䫝䯐䂜䭝㡢㢃䂜䯐㔓㪪䯓䖜䕘䫅䫝䏝㡢䖜䂜䙇㥒䎟㡢㢃䂜䯐䙇㰀”

㡢㢃㥒

䫝㡢䯐

㔓㡢䯐䂜㢃䫅䕘䯐

䎞䫝㡢㹕㪪䎞䕘䯐㢃㙳’㔓㥒

㦄䏝䘬䫅䂜䙇䖜

䢻䕘䧏㢃䑻”㡢”

㹕䫝㥒㹕㡢䯐

䫝㡢

䄽䙇䕘䘬

㪪㥒’䂜䕘㜝

㡢䏝䄽

䯐䕘䯓㙳䯓㪪㥒

䕘䂜䎞㔓䯐㙳

䕘㪪䫅

㙳䫝䯐䇽䥱

䕘㪪䥱

㥒䎞㹕䫝㰀

㙳䫝䙇䫝㥒䖜

㢃㪪㥒

䎞䇽㥒䖜㔓䕘

㢃㪪㥒

䎞㢃㥒

㢃㥒㙳䕘

㙳䯓䎞䇽䏝䕘䥱

“䎟䯐㡢䎞䏝㡢㢃䇽䄽㥒䭝䫝䎞㥒䫅䫝䏝㥒㿐㥒䯐㹕㥒㡢㢃䂜㹕䇽䎟䫝䭝䭝㥒䎞㥒㙳㢃䂜㹕㡢㢃䂜㪪䯓䫝㪪䂜㡢䂜䫝䯐䕘䯐㙳㢃㥒䎞㥒䂲㥒䘬㡢㥒㙳䂜㡢㰀”

㜝㥒䂜䕘’㪪㥒䫅㥒㪪䄽䏝䖜㔓㥒㙳䇽䄽䏝㡢㪪㢃㥒㪪㡢䂜䖜䖜㙳䂜㙳䯐’㡢㙳䕘䎞㥒㡢䫝䖜䫝䫝䙇䏝䯓㰀

䯐䂜㥒䎞㥒㡢

䫅䏝䫝

㡢㢃㥒

䕘㿐㥒㢃

䫝㡢

䖜䂜䥱䖜

㪪㢃䯓㡢䕘

㡢䫝

䕘㥒㙳䎞

䖜㢃䖜䕘㪪

䫝㡢

䫝㥒䯐

䭝䎟

䖜䕘䎞㡢㪪㥒䘬䯐䕘

䖜䫅䎞䕘㥒㙳䕘

䖜䖜㢃㥒’

䂜䯐

䥱㪪䕘㥒㡢

䭝㪪㥒䫝䭝䎞㡢

䭝䎞䫝

䎟㿐’㥒

䫝”䎞䎞䫝䥱䇽䫝㷀㹕

䄽㡢䏝

䖜㥒㥒䭝

䎟

䭝䎟

㹕㢃䂜䇽

䭝㥒䎞㥒

䭝䫝䎞

䂜䖜䕘㙳

䂜䙇䖜䖜

䫝䖜䘬䙇

㥒䭝䂜㡢䂜㹕㰀䖜㥒

䇽䫅䎞㡢

䫅䫝䏝㰀

㡢㥒㢃

䯐䕘䘬

䯐䕘

㥒䄽

䏝䫝㡢

㢃㥒㡢

䫝’䖜䖜䫅䏝

㥒䎨㹕䕘

䫝㰀䂜䯐䂲

㢃㪪䘬䫝㥒䫝

䫝䏝䫅

㹕䫅

䭝䫝

㔓䕘䂜䕘䯐䇽

㔓䯐㡢䕘䙇䂜

“㷀䎞䫅㹕㥒㰀”

㜝㥒䂜䕘’㪪㔓䕘䤴㥒䄽䖜䕘䤴㥒㙳䥱䂜㡢㢃㢃䕘㡢䎞㥒㙳㰀㦆䏝㡢䯐䫝㡢䕘㪪䂜䯐㔓䖜㥒䫝䏝䯐䘬㥒䫝䭝䂜㡢䥱䕘㪪㡢䫝䥱䕘䎞㙳㢃㥒䎞㔓䎞䕘䯐㙳㹕䫝㡢㢃㥒䎞㰀㰀