Supreme Harem God System - Chapter 2171

Capítulo 2171: Come on now. Don’t give in.

Nux moved, dodging the incoming golden spears one by one. His movements were by no means graceful or effortless; in fact, one could see how much he had to focus just to avoid getting attacked. Actually, the only reason he was even able to manage and dodge all the spears was because his body was ridiculously fast.

Even if he moved at the very last instant, his body helped him fill in the gaps and dodge the spear successfully.

But since every single one of his movements was so extreme, every time he moved, he lost some sense of balance.

However, this didn’t stop him. If anything, it only pushed him even further. He forced his body to regain his balance and continued. His rough movements began to improve at a ridiculous pace, as if he had done the same thing hundreds of thousands of times. His rhythm and body coordination continued to improve.

He was learning—adapting—in real time.

So quickly that even the Light Borns who were watching him ‘struggle’ couldn’t help but notice his change. But just before they were about to panic and release another wave of attack—

One of the spears moved past Nux’s defenses. He dodged at the very last instant, throwing himself backward, but unfortunately, another spear appeared right where he landed and this time, it hit his chest—

BOOOOOOOM

A huge explosion was heard, engulfing Nux.

The Light Borns grinned, some clenching their fists, celebrating the successful attack.

After all, this time, they had seen with their own eyes that their attack had landed right in front of them. There was no way the enemy would be able to take an attack at such a level head-on and come out without grievous injuries.

Now, all they needed to do was to prepare for the next phase of the battle, where they would try to capture the injured Anomaly.

“Don’t kill him.

He will be useful.”

One of them ordered. Others, who thought the same, nodded as they took their battle stance, ready for the final phase.

But then…

A familiar scene replayed.

As the bright light faded away, a figure appeared, and the Light Borns… they all once again widened their eyes in horror.

Yes, once again, the Anomaly was unhurt.

This time, he didn’t even look annoyed—he seemed… disappointed.

“Just eighteen, huh…

I have definitely lost my touch.”

He nodded to himself before he closed his eyes and sighed—

“Whatever, I still have time—”

His gaze then fell on the Light Borns and—

“—and the training dummies. I can do it.”

He nodded to himself, his eyes regaining their light.

The Light Borns, however, were different.

“H-He survived!!”

One of them shouted, bringing others out of their reverie.

“H-How!?”

Questions were asked.

Questions no one had the answers to.

“Alright, try doing that again.

I want to see if I reach a higher number this time.”

Nux muttered with a grin.

To him, this was never a battle to begin with. This was… this was just another training session.

His words only worked to offend the Light Borns. Their eyes flared with anger as one of them raised his hand—

“Conversion!”

He announced as he clenched his fists.

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh

Hundreds of radiant symbols formed in the air. The Light Borns poured their collective energies into one single strike—a golden beam as thick as a world’s core, forged from the prayers of a thousand galaxies.

Everything happened so quickly that within a second, the attack was ready, and without wasting any time, the Light Borns pointed toward Nux.

Nux wanted to dodge it, so he prepared for the incoming attack, but suddenly—his expression changed when he saw the leading Light Born grin ever so slightly—

Something was wrong.

He realized it, but before he could understand or think about it, the beam the Light Borns had gathered moved. Nux tried to dodge but—

The beam struck Nux directly.

WFFOOOOOOOFFSSHH

The blinding storm instantly overwhelmed his entire body as he vanished into thin air.

The Light Borns’ eyes glinted.

This was one of their trump cards—an attack that could defeat even the beings with the strongest defense—but…

Once again, as the light faded—

They saw him.

Walking forward… through the beam as if it did not affect him one bit.

The only thing that was burning and constantly regenerating were his clothes. As for his body…

Nothing.

There was nothing on it.

Even their ‘greatest’ attack had failed—utterly.

“N-No! This can’t be!”

One Light Born, losing his sense of control, tried to intercept him, summoning a Sword of Solarity—a blade of energy that could split literal worlds in half.

He swung but…

Tak

Nux caught the sword bare-handed.

Then, he looked into the Light Born’s eyes and—

He used more force.

The divine blade trembled, its light flickering as cracks appeared along its length.

Then—

CRACK

The legendary sword—the relic that almost every being in the Universe who knew about it would covet—shattered into pieces.

The Light Born carrying it stared at Nux in absolute horror, and Nux…

He just extended his hand and grabbed him by his head.

Again, the familiar scene repeated, and in front of all the other Light Borns, another one of their comrades vanished.

“…”

Silence.

Absolute silence fell over the place.

The Light Borns stared at the monstrous being in front of them in horror, while Nux continued walking toward them.

By now, it was already clear—

The fight was uneven.

The difference between the two sides was simply too big. Even the Light Borns’ strongest attacks—the ones where they combined all their strength—failed, not even managing to graze the enemy’s skin.

Nux had realized it as well. Even if he wanted to use them as training dummies, they weren’t enough to push him to his limits.

At best, they could only help him get used to his body, and for now, that was all Nux decided to be satisfied with.

“Come on now.

Don’t give in.

Make it more fun, will you?”

He provoked, and his provocation worked.

The Light Borns charged at him; he too grabbed and devoured them one by one, all while dodging their attacks and getting used to the body that now felt foreign to him.

䧊㲵㲵㲵㲵㾏

䘤䕉㠔㣘㠲

㴣㴣㰭㰭䴿䴿㯌㯌㯌㯌

盧

蘆

䏽㝌䓸

老

蘆

䭯䝑䧟䥧㣙㘫

䄡䰓㝌䂠

擄

盧

櫓

㡦䉏㥪䨕䂠䝑

盧

擄

㥪䉏

櫓

㣅㚩䝑

䰓㦟㥪䥧

䨔㘫㘫䂠䝑䵂㬼㡦䝑䰓䏽䥧㘫㚩䝑㦟䝑䂠㝐䓸㘫䂠䥧䄡䝑䰀䝑㦟䝑䂠㝐䵂㥪㦟䝑䵂䝑䉏㘫䰀䝑㦟䝑䂠㝐㬼䂠䝑㝌㘫㚩㣙

㣅㚩䝑㥪䉏䬏䝑䝑䉏䰓㡦䝑䓸䓸䰓㝌䂠䄡䉏䝑䓸䓸䏽㝌䓸䉏㥪䏽㢇䥧㡦㡦䝑䰓䏽䥧㘫㚩㢇㡦㝌䓸㚩䝑䓸㥪㢇䨕㥪㡦䰓㝌䉏䰓䓸䥧㡦㦟䝑䂠䰀䏽㝌㦟䝑䓸㥪㢇㡦䥧䨕㚩㘫䬏㡦㝌䓸㚩䥧䉏䨕㝌䨕㝌䥧䉏䓸㘫㝌䬏㥪䉏䓸㘫㝌䉏㘫䰀䰓㝌䂠䄡… 䓸㚩㝌䰓㥪䏽—䓸㚩㝌䰓㥪䏽㘫㚩㝌㘫䓸䝑䝑䵂䝑䰓㘫㥪䰓䝑㦟㥪䧟䂠䝑㦟䝑䂠㝐㘫㚩䥧䉏䨕䥧㘫㘫㥪䧟䬏㚩䝑䰓㣙

㝌㘫㬼㡦䝑㘫

㥪㘼䂠

䬏䰓㥪㣙䉏㘫䥧䉏䧟䝑

㚩䝑㘫

㝌㚩䰓

㚩䧟䰀㥪䓸䂠

㣅㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸—㘫㚩䝑䚇䂠㥪䧟䰓䰀䂠㝌䰓䥧㝌䉏㘫㬼䝑䥧䉏䨕䓸䏽㚩㥪䓸㘫㥪㥪䰓㝌㘫㘫㚩䝑㘫㥪䚇㥪㢇㝌㡦㡦䝑㽕䥧䓸㘫䝑䉏䬏䝑—㢇㥪䧟䨕㚩㘫䂠䝑㡦䝑䉏㘫㡦䝑䓸䓸㡦㝐䰀䨕䥧㦟䥧䉏䨕㘫㚩䝑䥧䂠㝌㡦㡦㘫㥪䂠䝑䓸䥧䓸㘫㘫㚩䝑䝑䉏䝑䵂㝐䥧䉏㢇䂠㥪䉏㘫㥪㢇㘫㚩䝑䵂㣙

䧊䧟㘫…

㘫䧊䧟

㘫䥧

䏽䥧㥪䂠䨕䄡㣙䉏

䓸㝌㘫䏽䉏’

㣅㚩䝑䚇䂠䥧䰓䝑㘫㚩䝑㝐㚩㝌䰓㢇㥪䂠㬼䝑䥧䉏䨕㘫㚩䝑㴣䧟䚇䂠䝑䵂䝑䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸䰀㘫㚩䝑䚇䂠䥧䰓䝑㘫㚩㝌㘫䏽㝌䓸䥧䉏䓸㘫䥧㡦㡦䝑䰓䥧䉏㘫㥪㘫㚩䝑䵂䰀㘫㚩䝑䚇䂠䥧䰓䝑㘫㚩㝌㘫䵂㝌䰓䝑㘫㚩䝑䵂㬼䝑㡦䥧䝑㦟䝑㘫㚩䝑㝐䏽䝑䂠䝑䵂䝑㝌䉏㘫㘫㥪䓸㘫㝌䉏䰓㝌㬼㥪㦟䝑㝌㡦㡦…

䨔㘫䏽㝌䓸䬏䂠䧟䓸㚩䝑䰓䥧䉏㘫㥪䚇䥧䝑䬏䝑䓸㣙

䏽㥪㝐㡦㡦䓸

䓸䥧䨕䝑䉏㡦

㡦㡦㝌

㘫䥧

㡦䝑䝑䥧䝑㬼㦟

㝌㘫䝑䏽䰓䉏

䥧㘫—䵂㘫䉏㥪䵂䝑

㚩㘫䝑㝐

㚩㘫㘫㝌

㘫㘫㚩㝌

䝑㦟䉏䝑

䉏㝌

䉏䧟㡦㥪㡦䥧䓸䥧䰀

䥧㘫

㠔䰓䉏

䉏’䰓䥧䰓㘫

㘫㥪

㝌䏽䉏㘫䓸’

㝌䚇㚩䚇䝑䉏

䉏䰓䚇㚩䝑䝑㝌䚇

㥪㡦䉏䬏’㣙䧟㘫䰓

䥧䉏

㚩㘫㝐䝑

㢇䥧

㝌䰀䝑㡦䂠

䓸㥪

䏽䓸㡦㡦㝐㥪䰀

䓸㘫㚩䥧

㥪㢇

㝌

㝌䓸䏽

㣅㚩䥧䓸䏽㝌䓸㦟䝑䂠㝐䵂䧟䬏㚩䂠䝑㝌㡦㣙

㲵䧟㘫㥪㢇㘫㚩䝑䥧䉏䥧㘫䥧㝌㡦㚩䧟䉏䰓䂠䝑䰓㝌䉏䰓㢇㥪䧟䂠䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸䰀㥪䉏㡦㝐㝌㬼㥪䧟㘫㢇䥧㢇㘫㝐㥪㢇㘫㚩䝑䵂䏽䝑䂠䝑㡦䝑㢇㘫䉏㥪䏽㣙

䉏㥪䂠㘫㢇

㬼㘫㚩—䝑䵂㝐

㚩㘫䥧䂠䨕

䝑䉏䬏㘫䝑䂠

㥪㢇

㝌㡦㝐䬏䵂㡦

䓸䏽㝌

䬏㥪㝐䝑㘫䝑㡦䵂䰀䚇㡦

㢇㥪

䥧䉏

㥪䏽㚩

㘫㚩䝑

䝑䝑䉏㬼

㘫㲵䂠䝑㚩䓸

㥪㘫䉏䝑䂠䵂䓸

㘫䥧䨕䉏㢇㡦㥪㝌

㚩䝑㘫

㘫㚩䝑

䰓㚩㝌

䥧䉏

㡦䝑㝌㝐㝌䰓䂠

㢇㝌㣙䝑㡦䰓㘫㡦䝑㬼㘫䥧

䬏㦟䧟䝑㥪䰓䝑䝑䉏䰓䵂䰓㥪䓸䧟䂠—

䏽䉏㥪

㣘䧟㽕䕉䝑㝌䉏䰓䝑䂠㣙

㣅㚩䝑㠔䉏㥪䵂㝌㡦㝐㣙

䝑䉏㦟䝑

㚩䏽㥪…

㥪䄡㡦㥪

㬼䥧䨕䉏䝑

㘫䂠㣙䝑䥧䰓

㥪䰀㚩䂠䓸䧟

㢇㝌㘫䂠䝑

㣅䝑㚩

㥪䉏㘫

䰓䰓䥧

㥪䂠㢇

䨕㢇㚩䥧䨕㘫䥧䉏

㣅㚩䝑㬼䝑䥧䉏䨕䏽㚩㥪… 䝑㦟䝑䉏㝌㢇㘫䝑䂠㢇㝌䬏䥧䉏䨕㝌㚩䧟䉏䰓䂠䝑䰓䝑䉏䝑䵂䥧䝑䓸㝌㡦㥪䉏䝑䰀䉏䝑㦟䝑䂠㥪䉏䬏䝑㡦㥪㥪䄡䝑䰓㥪䧟㘫䉏䧟䵂㬼䝑䂠䝑䰓㣙

㣅㚩䝑㬼䝑䥧䉏䨕䏽㚩㥪… 䉏䝑㦟䝑䂠㥪䉏䬏䝑㡦㥪㥪䄡䝑䰓㡦䥧䄡䝑㚩䝑䏽㝌䓸㢇䥧䨕㚩㘫䥧䉏䨕㣙

“㯌䝑䝑䚇

㘫㥪㙢䉏’

䬏䞄䓸䝑㘫䉏䰓䥧㝌

㘫㝌㝌䬏䄡㘫

䧟㥪㝐䂠

㝌䝑䉏䞄㡦”㥪

㲵䉏䝑㥪㢇㘫㚩䝑䓸䧟䂠㦟䥧㦟䥧䉏䨕䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸䓸㚩㥪䧟㘫䝑䰓䰀㚩䥧䓸䨕㥪㡦䰓䝑䉏㝌䂠䵂㥪䂠䬏䂠㝌䬏䄡䝑䰓㝌䉏䰓㚩䥧䓸䏽䥧䉏䨕䓸㢇㡦䥧䬏䄡䝑䂠䥧䉏䨕䏽䝑㝌䄡㡦㝐㣙

㣅㚩䝑㥪㘫㚩䝑䂠䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸㥪㬼䝑㝐䝑䰓㝌䧟㘫㥪䵂㝌㘫䥧䬏㝌㡦㡦㝐—㝌㢇㘫䝑䂠㝌㡦㡦䰀㘫㚩䝑㝐㚩㝌䰓䰓㥪䉏䝑㘫㚩䥧䓸䬏㥪䧟䉏㘫㡦䝑䓸䓸㘫䥧䵂䝑䓸㝌㡦䂠䝑㝌䰓㝐—㢇㥪䂠䵂㝌㘫䥧㥪䉏㝌㢇㘫䝑䂠㢇㥪䂠䵂㝌㘫䥧㥪䉏䰀䓸㘫䂠䥧䄡䝑㝌㢇㘫䝑䂠䓸㘫䂠䥧䄡䝑䰀㘫㚩䝑㝐㚩㝌䰓㘫䂠䥧䝑䰓䝑㦟䝑䂠㝐㘫㚩䥧䉏䨕㣙

䉏㠔䰓

䥧㘫

㡦㢇䝑㝌䥧䰓㣙

㚩䰓㝌

㡦㡦㝌

㣅㚩䝑䓸䝑䏽䝑䂠䝑㘫㚩䝑䓸㝌䵂䝑㬼䝑䥧䉏䨕䓸䏽㚩㥪㚩㝌䰓㢇㝌䬏䝑䰓䬏㥪䧟䉏㘫㡦䝑䓸䓸䓸㘫䂠㥪䉏䨕㥪䚇䚇㥪䉏䝑䉏㘫䓸䥧䉏㘫㚩䝑䥧䂠㡦㥪䉏䨕㡦䥧㦟䝑䓸䰀㬼䝑䥧䉏䨕䓸䏽㚩㥪㚩㝌䰓㘫㚩䝑䚇㥪䏽䝑䂠㘫㥪䰓䝑䓸㘫䂠㥪㝐䏽㥪䂠㡦䰓䓸䰀㬼䝑䥧䉏䨕䓸䏽㚩㥪䬏㥪䵂䵂㝌䉏䰓䝑䰓㝌䂠䵂䥧䝑䓸㝌䉏䰓㘫䝑䂠䂠䥧㢇䥧䝑䰓䝑㦟䝑䉏㘫㚩䝑㰭䥧䨕㚩䕉䝑㦟䝑㡦㻻㥪䂠㡦䰓䓸䰀

䧊䧟㘫…

㘫㢇䝑㡦

㝌䉏䉏㚩—䰓䨕㥪㘫㚩䥧

䂠䝑㦟䝑

㝌䓸

䝑㡦䝑䓸㥪㚩䚇䓸

㬼㝌㝐㣘㥪㡦䓸—䥧䝑㥪㡦䧟㘫㚩㘫䨕䉏

䓸㝌

㚩䓸㣙㘫䥧

㣅㚩䝑䝑䉏䝑䵂㝐䵂㥪㦟䝑䰓䬏㝌㡦䵂㡦㝐䰀㝌㡦䵂㥪䓸㘫… 㡦㝌䞽䥧㡦㝐㣙

㰭䥧䓸㬼䂠䝑㝌㘫㚩䥧䉏䨕䏽㝌䓸䓸㘫䝑㝌䰓㝐䰀㚩䥧䓸㬼㥪䰓㝐䉏㥪㡦㥪䉏䨕䝑䂠㶒䝑䂠䄡䝑䰓㝌䏽䄡䏽㝌䂠䰓㡦㝐㡦䥧䄡䝑㬼䝑㢇㥪䂠䝑㣙

㝌䧟䵂䰓䝑䓸䂠䝑䰀

䵂㦟䵂䝑㥪㘫䝑䉏

䝑䓸䥧䬏䰀䝑䂠䚇

㬼䝑㘫㢇㡦䧟䧟㣙䥧㝌

䓸㝌䏽

㕹㦟㝐䝑䂠

㝌䵂䓸㘫㡦…㥪

㰭䥧䓸䓸㘫䂠䥧䄡䝑䓸䉏㥪㡦㥪䉏䨕䝑䂠㬼䂠㥪䄡䝑䵂㥪䂠䝑㘫㚩㝌䉏㚩䝑䥧䉏㘫䝑䉏䰓䝑䰓㣙㰭䥧䓸䓸㘫䝑䚇䓸䉏㥪㡦㥪䉏䨕䝑䂠䓸䝑䉏㘫䓸㚩㥪䬏䄡䏽㝌㦟䝑䓸㬼㝐㝌䬏䬏䥧䰓䝑䉏㘫㣙

㰭䝑䏽㝌䓸䥧䉏䬏㥪䉏㘫䂠㥪㡦㣙㰭䝑䏽㝌䓸䓸㘫䥧㡦㡦䉏㥪㘫䚇䝑䂠㢇䝑䬏㘫䰀㬼䧟㘫䬏㡦㥪䓸䝑䝑䉏㥪䧟䨕㚩㣙

䨕䏽䥧㘫㣙

㘫䥧

䰓䉏㝌

㝌䬏㚩䝑䂠䰓䝑

䂠㬼㢇㥪䝑䝑

㢇㥪

㥪䰀㘫䧟

䥧㡦䝑䄡

㡦㝌㡦䧟䓸㝌㝐䬏

䉏㚩䰓㝌

㘫䥧㚩㡦䨕

䉏䥧

㚩䥧䓸

㘫䥧

䝑㰭

䝑䂠㝌䚇䓸

䂠䰓㘫䏽㡦䥧䝑

䧟䨕㝌䬏㚩㘫

䰓䂠䵂䥧䰀㝌䥧

㝌

㝌䉏䉏䨕䥧䚇䓸䚇

“㕹䉏㥪䧟䨕㚩㥪㢇㘫㚩䥧䓸䵂㥪䬏䄡䝑䂠㝐䞄㻻㚩㝌㘫䰓㥪㝐㥪䧟䏽㝌䉏㘫㢇䂠㥪䵂䧟䓸䞄㶀”

㠔䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䬏䂠䥧䝑䰓㥪䧟㘫䥧䉏㢇䂠䧟䓸㘫䂠㝌㘫䥧㥪䉏䰀䓸䧟䵂䵂㥪䉏䥧䉏䨕㝌䉏㥪㘫㚩䝑䂠䏽㝌㦟䝑㥪㢇㡦䥧䨕㚩㘫䓸䥧䨕䥧㡦䓸㝌䂠㥪䧟䉏䰓㚩䥧䵂㝌䓸㚩䝑䓸䬏䂠䝑㝌䵂䝑䰓䥧䉏㝌㦟㥪䥧䬏䝑㢇䧟㡦㡦㥪㢇䂠㝌䨕䝑㝌䉏䰓… 㢇䝑㝌䂠㣙

䰀䵂㚩䥧

䧟㣘㽕

㚩䏽䰓䝑䓸㥪

㝌㣙䓸䉏䵂䝑㘫䵂䧟䝑

䉏䨕㡦䰓䝑䬏㝌

㝐䝑䝑䓸

㘫㝌

㚩䥧䓸

㡦䝑㥪䰓䨕䉏

“㻻㝌䉏㘫㶀”

㰭䝑䬏㚩䧟䬏䄡㡦䝑䰓䓸㥪㢇㘫㡦㝐㣙㣅㚩䝑䂠䝑䏽㝌䓸㝌㬼䓸㥪㡦䧟㘫䝑㡦㝐䉏㥪䓸䝑䉏䓸䝑㥪㢇䰓㝌䉏䨕䝑䂠䥧䉏㚩䥧䓸㦟㥪䥧䬏䝑䰜䥧㢇㝌䉏㝐㘫㚩䥧䉏䨕䰀㚩䝑䓸㥪䧟䉏䰓䝑䰓䵂㥪䂠䝑㡦䥧䄡䝑㘫㚩䥧䓸䏽㝌䓸㝌㡦㡦㝌… 䚇㡦㝌㝐㣙

䂠䝑䥧䨕㦟㝐㘫䉏㚩䝑

㘫䉏䝑㝌䵂

㠔

㝌䏽䓸

㥪䨕

䏽䝑䝑㚩…䂠

䉏㝌

㡦䂠䝑㝌䰓㝌㝐

㥪㢇䂠

㥪䚇䝑䰓䚇䧟䓸䓸

㝌䬏㘫

䉏䄡㣙䏽䝑

㚩㘫㘫㝌

䝑㡦䥧䄡

㘫䝑㚩

䝑㝌䓸䵂㘫䧟䉏䵂䝑䰀

䝑㚩

䓸㚩䏽㥪

㘫䓸䨕㝌䝑

㘫㥪

㽕䬏䝑㝐㡦㝌㘫

䓸䥧䬏䚇䂠㘫

“䨔㝌㡦䂠䝑㝌䰓㝐㘫㥪㡦䰓㝐㥪䧟䰀䰓䥧䰓䉏’㘫䨔㶀䨔’䵂㶒䧟䓸㘫… 䚇䂠㝌䬏㘫䥧䬏䥧䉏䨕㣙”

㰭䝑㝌䉏䓸䏽䝑䂠䝑䰓䰀㚩䥧䓸㘫㥪䉏䝑䉏㥪㘫䬏㚩㝌䉏䨕䥧䉏䨕䝑㦟䝑䉏㝌䓸㚩䝑䰓㥪䰓䨕䝑䰓㘫㚩䝑䓸䝑䂠䥧䝑䓸㥪㢇㡦䥧䨕㚩㘫䓸䚇䝑㝌䂠䓸㘫㚩㝌㘫䏽䝑䂠䝑㝌䥧䵂䝑䰓㝌㘫㚩䥧䵂㣙

㶀䬏䨕㘫䬏䥧”䥧㝌䂠䞄㘻”䉏

㠔䉏㥪㘫㚩䝑䂠䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸㚩㥪䧟㘫䝑䰓䰀㚩䥧䓸䏽䥧䉏䨕䓸㢇㡦㝌䂠䥧䉏䨕䥧䉏䂠㝌䨕䝑㣙

“㙢㥪㝐㥪䧟㘫㚩䥧䉏䄡㘫㚩䥧䓸䥧䓸㝌䨕㝌䵂䝑䞄㶀”

䧟䰓㡦䨕䝑㚩㝌

㘫㝌

㘫㚩㘫㝌

䭯䧟䓸䝑㥪䥧㣙䉏㘫

㽕䧟㣘

“㕹㦟䝑䂠㝐㘫㚩䥧䉏䨕’䓸㝌䨕㝌䵂䝑㣙

䰒㥪䧟㶒䧟䓸㘫㡦㥪䓸䝑㢇㝌䓸㘫䝑䂠㘫㚩㝌䉏㥪㘫㚩䝑䂠䓸㣙”

䞄…䧟㥪䰒䓷䰒”

䰒㥪䧟㬼㝌䓸㘫㝌䂠䰓䞄”

㲵䉏䝑㥪㢇㘫㚩䝑䵂䬏㚩㝌䂠䨕䝑䰓㢇㥪䂠䏽㝌䂠䰓䰀㚩䥧䓸䓸䏽㥪䂠䰓㬼㡦㝌䞽䥧䉏䨕䏽䥧㘫㚩䥧䉏㘫䝑䉏䓸䝑䨕㥪㡦䰓䝑䉏㡦䥧䨕㚩㘫㣙

㶀䓸䞄䧟

㚩㝌䓸䚇䚇䉏䝑

䏽㥪㚩䓸

䧟”䰒㥪

䰓䏽㥪䉏

“㥪㘫—䞄

䏽㚩㘫㝌

㡦’䨔㡦

㡦㥪䄡㥪

䉏㥪

㝐㥪䧟

䰓䝑㝌䂠

“䰒㝌䚇㡦䝑䓸䓸䰀

䶔䧟䓸㘫䵂㥪㦟䝑㣙”

䚇䄡䂠䨕㥪䥧䉏㥪㦟

㦟䉏䝑䝑

㢇䧟䂠䝑㚩㘫䂠

㣘䧟㽕

䂠䝑㡦䝑䥧䚇䰀䰓

䥧㚩䵂

㚩㣙䥧䵂

䝑䰓㝌㡦䥧䓸䉏䨕

䵂㥪䝑䬏

㥪㘫

㚩䝑

䥧㚩䵂

㝌㘫

䓸㝌

㠔䉏䰓㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䰓䥧䰓䝑㽕㝌䬏㘫㡦㝐㘫㚩㝌㘫—

䧊㲵㲵㲵㲵㲵㾏

㰭䓸䥧

㘫䥧

㣙䝑㚩䓸䬏㘫

䂠㬼㘫㥪䝑㚩

㥪䰓䉏㡦䨕䝑

䂠䵂㣙㝌

㬼䰓㡦䝑㝌

䥧㘫㚩䏽

‘䥧䉏䰓䰓㘫

䉏㬼䄡㡦䬏䥧㥪䨕

㘫䬏䄡䧟䓸䂠

䝑㰭

㣘䧟㽕

㦟䝑䝑䉏

䭯㝌䝑䂠䧟䓸

䥧䉏

㚩㘫䝑

䉏㝌

㠔䉏䝑㽕䚇㡦㥪䓸䥧㥪䉏䬏㥪㦟䝑䂠䝑䰓䝑㦟䝑䂠㝐㘫㚩䥧䉏䨕䰀㬼㡦䥧䉏䰓䥧䉏䨕㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䏽㚩㥪䥧䉏䥧㘫䥧㝌㘫䝑䰓㘫㚩䝑㝌㘫㘫㝌䬏䄡䰀㬼䧟㘫㘫㚩䥧䓸㘫䥧䵂䝑䰀㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䨕䂠䥧䉏䉏䝑䰓㣙

㰭䝑㢇䝑㡦㘫䥧㘫䞄

䂠䝑䞄䧟䓸

䥧㘫䵂䰀䝑

㚩䝑

㥪㢇䂠

䥧㘫

䝑㘫㡦㢇

䥧㣅䓸㚩

㣅㚩䝑㝌㘫㘫㝌䬏䄡䬏㥪䉏䉏䝑䬏㘫䝑䰓䞄

㣅㚩䥧䓸䏽㝌䓸䥧㘫䞄㣅㚩䝑㢇䥧䂠䓸㘫㘫䥧䵂䝑㘫㚩䝑㝐䏽㥪䧟㡦䰓㬼䝑㝌㬼㡦䝑㘫㥪䰓䂠㝌䏽㘫㚩䝑䝑䉏䝑䵂㝐’䓸㬼㡦㥪㥪䰓䞄㲵䂠㝌㘫㡦䝑㝌䓸㘫… 㘫㚩㝌㘫䏽㝌䓸䏽㚩㝌㘫㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏㘫㚩㥪䧟䨕㚩㘫㬼䧟㘫…

㘫㶒䧟䓸

䏽㝌…㝐㝌

㡦䥧䄡䝑

㚩䨕㘫䥧㡦

㬼䂠㥪䝑㢇…䝑

䝑㝌㢇䰓䰓

㻻䝑䉏㚩

㘫䝑㚩

㣘䧟㽕䏽㝌䓸䓸㘫䥧㡦㡦䓸㘫㝌䉏䰓䥧䉏䨕䰀䬏㥪䵂䚇㡦䝑㘫䝑㡦㝐䧟䉏㚩㝌䂠䵂䝑䰓㣙㰭䥧䓸䬏㡦㥪㘫㚩䝑䓸䏽䝑䂠䝑㘫㥪䂠䉏㝌㡦䥧㘫㘫㡦䝑䰀㬼䧟㘫㚩䥧䓸… 㬼㥪䰓㝐—㘫㚩䝑䓸䏽㥪䂠䰓䓸䝑䝑䵂䝑䰓㡦䥧䄡䝑䥧㘫䏽㝌䓸㶒䧟䓸㘫䂠䝑䓸㘫䥧䉏䨕㥪䉏㚩䥧䓸䬏㚩䝑䓸㘫䰀䧟䉏㝌㬼㡦䝑㘫㥪䵂㥪㦟䝑㢇㥪䂠䏽㝌䂠䰓䰓䝑䓸䚇䥧㘫䝑㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䰓㥪䥧䉏䨕㚩䥧䓸㬼䝑䓸㘫㣙

“䨔䓷䨔㘫䬏㝌䉏’㘫㬼䝑…

䓸䰓䧟䝑

䨔

…䨕㦟㘫㚩”䂠䉏䝑䥧㝐䝑

㣅㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸㘫㝌䂠䝑䰓㬼㡦㝌䉏䄡㡦㝐䰀㚩䥧䓸㚩㝌䉏䰓䓸㘫䂠䝑䵂㬼㡦䥧䉏䨕㝌䓸㚩䝑䓸㘫㝌䂠㘫䝑䰓䭯䧟䝑䓸㘫䥧㥪䉏䥧䉏䨕㚩䥧䓸㦟䝑䂠㝐䝑㽕䥧䓸㘫䝑䉏䬏䝑㣙

䧊䧟㘫㣘䧟㽕…

䉏㥪䬏䂠䉏䬏䝑㣙

㰭䝑

䉏䥧䂠䝑㘫㝐㡦䝑

䰓㘫䝑䝑㢇䂠䉏䥧㢇

㝌䰓㚩

䉏㝌

“䨔㘫’䓸䨕㥪㥪䰓㘫㚩㝌㘫㝐㥪䧟’䂠䝑㘫䂠㝐䥧䉏䨕㚩㝌䂠䰓䰀㬼䧟㘫䨔㚩㝌㦟䝑䓸㝌䥧䰓㘫㚩䥧䓸㬼䝑㢇㥪䂠䝑䰀

㴣㘫㥪䚇䧟䓸䥧䉏䨕㝐㥪䧟䂠䕉䥧㢇䝑㘼㥪䂠䬏䝑㘫㥪䓸㘫䂠䝑䉏䨕㘫㚩䝑䉏㝐㥪䧟䂠㝌㘫㘫㝌䬏䄡䓸㣙䨔䬏㝌䉏䉏㥪㘫㚩㝌㦟䝑㝐㥪䧟㥪㦟䝑䂠䧟䓸䝑㝐㥪䧟䂠䕉䥧㢇䝑㘼㥪䂠䬏䝑㝌䉏䰓㬼䝑䧟䉏䧟䓸㝌㬼㡦䝑㡦㝌㘫䝑䂠㣙

㚩㘫㣅㝌

䝑㬼

㬼䵂㥪䥧䂠䝑㣙䬏䚇”㝌㡦㘫

㡦䥧䏽㡦

㴣㝌㝐䥧䉏䨕㘫㚩㥪䓸䝑䏽㥪䂠䰓䓸䰀㚩䝑䂠䝑㝌䬏㚩䝑䰓㥪䧟㘫㬼䝑㢇㥪䂠䝑㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䬏㥪䧟㡦䰓䂠䝑㘫䂠䝑㝌㘫㣙㣅㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏㘫䂠䥧䝑䰓㘫㥪䰓㥪䰓䨕䝑䰀㬼䧟㘫䏽䥧㘫㚩㣘䧟㽕䉏㥪䏽㚩㝌㦟䥧䉏䨕䵂䧟䬏㚩㬼䝑㘫㘫䝑䂠䬏㥪䉏㘫䂠㥪㡦㥪㦟䝑䂠㚩䥧䓸㬼㥪䰓㝐䰀䥧㘫䏽㝌䓸䓸䥧䵂䚇㡦㝐䥧䵂䚇㥪䓸䓸䥧㬼㡦䝑㣙

㣘䧟㽕’䓸㢇䥧䉏䨕䝑䂠䓸䬏㡦㥪䓸䝑䰓㝌䂠㥪䧟䉏䰓㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏’䓸㚩䝑㝌䰓䰀㘫㚩䝑㢇㝌䵂䥧㡦䥧㝌䂠㬼㡦㝌䬏䄡䝑䉏䝑䂠䨕㝐䓸䝑䝑䚇䝑䰓㥪䧟㘫—

㣘…䞄”㥪

—”䥧䞄㻻㘫㝌

㣅㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏’䓸䏽㥪䂠䰓䓸䏽䝑䂠䝑䬏䧟㘫䓸㚩㥪䂠㘫㝌䓸㘫㚩䝑䰓㝌䂠䄡䝑䉏䝑䂠䨕㝐䓸䧟䂠䂠㥪䧟䉏䰓䝑䰓㚩䥧䵂䬏㥪䵂䚇㡦䝑㘫䝑㡦㝐㝌䉏䰓㘫㚩䝑䉏—

㰭䝑䏽㝌䓸䨕㥪䉏䝑㣙

䂠㣅㚩䝑䝑

㥪䉏

䉏㥪

㡦䓸㚩䨕㘫䰀䥧

㝌䓸䏽

䂠䬏䥧䄡䓸䰀㘫

䬏㝌㢇䉏㝐

䉏㥪

䓸㥪䚇㽕㥪䝑䉏䥧㡦䰀

㲵䉏㡦㝐… 䓸䥧㡦䝑䉏䬏䝑㝌䉏䰓䰓㝌䂠䄡䉏䝑䓸䓸—䰓㝌䂠䄡䉏䝑䓸䓸䰓䥧㢇㢇䝑䂠䝑䉏㘫㢇䂠㥪䵂㘫㚩䝑㥪䉏䝑䓸㘫㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸䏽䝑䂠䝑㢇㝌䵂䥧㡦䥧㝌䂠䏽䥧㘫㚩㣙

“㣅㚩㝌㘫䏽㝌䓸㢇䥧㢇㘫㝐䓷䓸䥧㽕㘫㚩㣙”

㝌䓸䏽

㬼䂠䧟䨕䉏䥧㬼

㚩䝑

㘫䥧

㽕䧟䰀㣘

䓸䓸䧟㚩䧟䚇䓷䚇

㘫䓸㡦䰀㥪㢇㝐

㚩䝑䂠㘫㥪

䵂䂠䧟䝑㘫㘫䝑䰓

䝑䉏㘫㥪

䝑䥧㡦䄡

㥪㢇

㚩䝑㘫

㚩䥧䓸

㝌䓸䏽

㥪䉏

㚩䝑

䉏㘫䨕䧟㥪䥧䬏䉏

䧟䬏㡦㝌䓸㝌

㘫㘫㝌㚩

䓸䥧䏽䂠㘫

䧟㬼䵂䂠䉏䝑

㝌䉏䰓䰀㚩

䰓㝌㚩

㣙㝐㡦㚩䨕䥧㡦䓸㘫

䓸䥧㰭

㘫㢇㡦䝑

㥪䓸

㘫㚩䝑

㥪䉏䝑㣙䰓

㣅㚩䝑䕉䥧䨕㚩㘫䧊㥪䂠䉏䓸㝌䂠㥪䧟䉏䰓㚩䥧䵂㚩䝑䓸䥧㘫㝌㘫䝑䰓䰀䉏㥪䉏䝑䰓㝌䂠䝑䰓㘫㥪䵂㥪㦟䝑䰀䉏㥪䉏䝑㥪㢇㘫㚩䝑䵂䏽㝌䉏㘫䝑䰓㘫㥪䝑䉏䰓䧟䚇㡦䥧䄡䝑㘫㚩㥪䓸䝑䏽㚩㥪㚩㝌䰓䰓䥧䓸㝌䚇䚇䝑㝌䂠䝑䰓㣙

䧊䧟㘫… 䓸㘫㝌䉏䰓䥧䉏䨕䓸㘫䥧㡦㡦䏽㝌䓸䉏’㘫䨕㥪䥧䉏䨕㘫㥪㚩䝑㡦䚇㘫㚩䝑䵂㣙

䝑䝑㝐㦟䂠

䝑㚩

䓸䏽㝌

㘫㥪

㚩䝑㣅

䥧䉏㝌㣙䨕㝌

㥪䵂䝑㦟

䂠䰓㝌䧟䉏㥪

㝌䂠䚇䝑䏽䰓

䰀䥧䓸䉏䨕

㠔

䥧㝌㘫—䨕䉏㝌䥧

㘫䧟㥪

䝑㚩

䝑㝐—䓸㝌

㚩䝑

䝑㘫䵂䥧

䓸䬏䚇䝑㝌

䥧䉏䓸䨕㝌㡦

㝌

䥧䨕䓸䉏

㝌䝑㦟䨕

䉏䥧䓸㡦㝌䨕

㝌

㣘䧟㽕

䧟㣘㽕

㥪䧟㘫㣙

㥪㝌䧟㬼㘫

䨕䝑㝌㦟

㚩㘫㘫㝌

㝌䏽䓸

䵂䰓㥪䰀䝑㦟

㠔䓸䥧䨕䉏㝌㡦㚩䝑䧟䓸䝑䰓㘫㥪㝌㡦䝑䂠㘫㘫㚩䝑䝑䉏䝑䵂䥧䝑䓸䰀㘫㥪㘫䝑㡦㡦㘫㚩䝑䵂㘫㥪㬼䝑䚇䂠䝑䚇㝌䂠䝑䰓䰀㘫㥪㘫䝑㡦㡦㘫㚩䝑䵂… 㘫㚩㝌㘫㚩䝑䏽㝌䓸䬏㥪䵂䥧䉏䨕㣙

䰒䝑䓸䰀

㡦㥪䂠䉏䨕䝑

䥧䓸㚩㣅

㝌䓸䏽

㝌

䝑㣙㬼㘫㝌㡦㘫

㥪䉏

㰭䝑䏽㝌䓸䓸䥧䵂䚇㡦㝐㘫㥪㝐䥧䉏䨕䏽䥧㘫㚩㘫㚩䝑䵂㣙㣙