The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 2257

Capítulo 2257: A chance for victory

Only after he returned to the void surrounding the Everstrife Empyrean World did Cain finally allow the façade to break.

A sharp, involuntary tremor crossed his expression, revealing a sense of utter and absolute shock. It took every ounce of his willpower—every shard of discipline forged through countless battles—not to reveal the overwhelming storm raging in his chest when he woke up in front of the powerhouses.

He understood better than anyone the importance of morale and clarity within an army, and so he had forced himself to appear unshaken. But the truth was far from calm; in reality, he was shaken to his core, confused, and full of doubts.

Those emotions, however, did not linger for long. In a single breath, he clenched his fists, and the chaos within transformed into a cold, focused rage.

Very few things in existence had the power to truly unnerve Cain, yet the knowledge that someone, or something, had taken control of his body and wielded him like a puppet was undeniably one of them.

The memories of the Dark Sky War had been pushed to the depths of his mind, not because he had dismissed them, but because he had known he lacked the strength to unravel the truth behind those mysteries.

Even so, he had never forgotten. The Scarlet King had simply waited, burying his time until he grew strong enough to uncover the nature of the Absolute Life Form System, of Apex, and of the entity that had seized his body.

When Cain reached the strength of the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank and gained dominion over cosmic forces, he believed himself far closer to an answer.

This incident shattered that belief. It was a clear, undeniable indication that he still stood far from the truth. After all, he had no idea how it happened, or if it would happen again.

Cain inhaled slowly, steadying the turmoil in his heart before finally reaching out to the only being who could offer even a fragment of guidance.

“Apex.”

A long, weary sigh echoed in Cain’s mind as the System Spirit manifested. “Ahhhh… You really should have been more careful. You came far too close to having your Primordial Essence corrupted.”

The weight of those words made Cain fall silent. The last clear memory he possessed was of those dark orange eyes that connected with the core consciousness of the Root, forcing him to blackout.

That gaze had carried enough power to end him outright, corrupting even his True Name. That meant that even if he was willing to give up his Primordial Body, it would not have saved him.

Finally, Cain nodded. He refused to shield himself behind excuses.

“I understand. It… saved me, just like during Dark Sky. I won’t deny that.”

The golden humanoid figure deep within Cain’s soul nodded in return, satisfied with his sincerity. Apex remained silent for several seconds, eyes fixed upon the massive gate before them. Only after clearing his throat did he continue speaking.

“I cannot tell you how it happened or why it happened. Nor can I reveal any information about the one who seized control of your body. But I can assure you of this: it will not happen again during your battle with The Root. In truth, you were in immense danger simply by awakening him. Had you not advanced as quickly and as high as you did, I doubt we would be having this conversation at all.”

Cain’s gaze sharpened. Apex had not offered concrete details, but the implications were inescapable. The entity that had taken over his body, saved his life, and unleashed such unfathomable destruction within the Heart of the Root was no guardian angel.

Its intervention was not a promise of protection but a game of cosmic chance. Each awakening was akin to placing a single bullet into a vast metaphysical cylinder and spinning it, never knowing when his luck would run dry.

In a sense, it was a relief to know that it would not interfere in the upcoming fight. Yet countless questions remained—questions about what had transpired inside the Heart of the Root, about the nature of the invader, and about why Cain had been chosen as its vessel.

“Apex…” Before he could continue, the System Spirit interrupted him.

“Do not attempt it. I cannot tell you what happened, and you will not be able to use the recordings of the A.I. Chip Module to reveal those events.”

Cain let out a long sigh. The battle inside the Heart of the Root had lasted an exceptionally long time, and there had been a real possibility that some clue—some faint trace—might have been preserved. But that, too, was denied.

“Can you at least tell me the current state of the Heart of the Root? Anything you can share will help me plan our next move.” Hoping for the next best thing, Cain asked that question.

He already understood the importance of descending into that world-sized tumor. No matter the cost, they had to destroy the decapitated head before it completed its formation and opened the portal for those abominations lurking in the Emptiness.

Silence lingered for several seconds. At last, it seemed Cain’s persistence earned him a sliver of fortune.

“I can tell you this much: the Heart of the Root suffered immense damage. Its defenses have weakened significantly, and a couple of its mightiest warriors have perished. Radagon still lives, but he is badly wounded.” Apex turned again toward the sealed gate and could feel the oppressive presence pulsing behind it. “And that is all I can say, boy.”

Cain nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. “Thank you.”

There were not many details, but even these fragments were valuable. He had personally witnessed the monstrous power contained within the Heart of the Root, a power that dwarfed entire civilizations.

Yet many of its greatest forces remained in incubation, and with its outer defenses weakened and its champions injured or dead, an opportunity had emerged—a slim one, but real.

If they moved swiftly, decisively, and without hesitation, they might just have a chance to seize victory.

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䳒㬖㞣㟞㬖

䦊㞆㳾

䃕䤀䦊㬖䶌䲝䵣

㠇䘽㟞㞆䑭㬖䑭䧀

盧

㞆䙃㟞㯾䶌㟞㬖䧀䤀䳭䙃

㞆㕌䦊䧀㳾㕌

㞆㟞㲨㟞䧀㕌

㟞㳾㕌

㬖䋙䶌䵣䘽䤀䦊

擄

䠒㞆䘽䳭㕌䧀㟞

㳾㟞㕌

㕌㟞㳾

櫓

㳾㟞䑭㕌

㟞㕌㳾

虜

老

魯

櫓

䙃㒀䧀䔇䵣䳭㞆㳾

㬖䶌

㬖㬘

䙃䤳䵣

爐

蘆

㳾㕌㟞

㟞㬖

㕌䙃䳭䘽㯾䶌䋙㬖㕌䘽

䲝䶌䙃䙃㳾㟞

㬖㲨䔇䦊

䙃㳾㟞䙃䲝䶌

㚅㬖䦊䔇㞣

㞆䧀䧀

㳾㟞㕌

䤳䘽㕌㞆㟞

䶌㐗㞆䙃

㬖㬘

䦊䤀㕌

䘽㕌䦊㟞䵣㕌

㞆䧀䦊㕌㞆䘽䔇

㬘㬖

㬘䘽䑭㬖

䘽㞆䵣䠒㞆䑭㞆

盧

㬘㬖

㳾䙃䵣

䘽㕌㒀㬖䲝

䃕㐗䘽䶌䲝㬖

䤳㬖䲝㕌㯾㕌䘽䃕㟞㳾㕌㒀䘽㕌䵣䵣䤀䘽㕌㳾䙃䵣䵣㬖䤀䧀㳾㞆䦊㕌䶌䦊䤀䘽㕌䦊䲝㳾㕌䶌㟞㳾㞆㟞䑭䔇䵣㟞㕌䘽䙃㬖䤀䵣㕌䶌㟞䙃㟞䔇䵣㕌䙃䜹㕌䦊䳭㬖䶌㟞䘽㬖䧀㬖㬘㳾䙃䑭㳾㞆䦊㲨㕌㕌䶌䙃䑭䑭㕌䶌䵣㕌㞣䲫㕌䘽㕌䙃㟞䶌㬖㟞㬘㬖䘽㟞㳾㕌㕌㯾㬖䧀䤀㟞䙃㬖䶌㬖㬘㳾䙃䵣㠇䶌䶌㕌䘽㮝䶌䙃㯾㕌䘽䵣㕌㞆䶌䦊㟞㳾㕌䘽㕌䵣䙃䧀䙃㕌䶌䳭㕌䋙䘽㞆䶌㟞㕌䦊㲨䔇㟞㳾㕌䳒㕌㲨䙃䘽㟞㳾䤳㕌㞆䘽㟞䃕㳾㕌䲝㬖䤀䧀䦊㳾㞆㯾㕌㕌䑭㕌䘽䋙㕌䦊䵣㕌㯾㕌䘽㕌䧀䔇䲝㬖䤀䶌䦊㕌䦊㞣䄶㯾㕌䶌䶌㬖䲝䃕㳾䙃䵣䵣㬖䤀䧀㬘㬖䘽䳭㕌䘽㕌䑭㞆䙃䶌㕌䦊䤀䶌䵣㟞㞆㲨䧀㕌䃕䑭㞆䰅䙃䶌䋙䙃㟞㳾㞆䘽䦊㬘㬖䘽㳾䙃䑭㟞㬖䤀㟞䙃䧀䙃䜹㕌㞆䧀䧀㳾䙃䵣㒀㬖䲝㕌䘽㞣

㞃㳾㕌㒀䘽䙃䑭㞆䘽䔇䋙㬖㞆䧀䲝㞆䵣䵣䙃䑭㒀䧀㕌㟹䘽㕌䵣㟞㬖䘽㕌㳾䙃䑭䵣㕌䧀㬘㟞㬖㒀㕌㞆䰅䳭㬖䶌䦊䙃㟞䙃㬖䶌䃕䘽㕌㟞䤀䘽䶌㟞㬖㟞㳾㕌䰷㬖䧀䦊㕌䶌䤳㞆䧀䧀䃕䤀䶌㯾㕌䙃䧀㕌㯾㕌䘽䔇㟞㳾䙃䶌䋙㳾㕌㳾㞆䦊䧀㕌㞆䘽䶌㕌䦊䃕㞆䶌䦊䳭㬖䶌㯾䙃䶌䳭㕌㟞㳾㕌㬖㟞㳾㕌䘽䵣㟞㳾㞆㟞㟞㳾㕌㬖䶌䧀䔇㯾䙃㞆㲨䧀㕌㒀㞆㟞㳾㬘㬖䘽䲝㞆䘽䦊—㟞㳾㕌㬖䶌䧀䔇䲝㞆䔇㞆䶌䔇㬖㬘㟞㳾㕌䑭䳭㬖䤀䧀䦊䵣䤀䘽㯾䙃㯾㕌—䲝㞆䵣㟞㬖䳭㞆䘽䘽䔇㟞㳾㕌㬘䙃䋙㳾㟞䦊䙃䘽㕌䳭㟞䧀䔇䙃䶌㟞㬖㟞㳾㕌䤳㕌㞆䘽㟞㬖㬘㟞㳾㕌䳒㬖㬖㟞㞣

䘽㞆㬖䃕䶌䵣㕌

㞆㒀䘽㞆㒀㕌

䔇㕌㞆㞣䵣

䲝㬖䤀䧀䦊

䔇䲝㞣㞆

㲨㕌

㬖㟞

䲝㞆䧀㬘䵣䧀㕌䵣

㕌㟞㳾

䑭㕌䶌㬖㟞䑭

㞆㟞㳾㟞

㯾䄶㕌䶌

㕌䳭䶌㕌䘽䵣㕌㒀

㬖䵣

䋙㳾䵣㟞䶌䃕䘽㕌㟞

㞣䑭㕌䳭㞆

䦊䶌㞆㕌㟞䲝

䋙䙃䏱㬖䶌

㬘䙃

㬖䵣㟞䳭㕌䶌䤀䵣䧀

㞆㬖䧀䋙䶌

䶌㞆䦊

㳾㟞㕌

䘽䖻㬖

䘽㕌㲨㬖㕌㬘

䵣䙃㳾

䧀㲨䳭㕌㬖䵣䵣㞆㟞

䲝䧀㬖䦊䤀

㟞䶌㬖

㞆䧀䦊㕌㕌䘽䵣

㟞㕌㳾

㕌䤀㬖䧀䔇㟞䵣䧀㲨㞆

䃕䘽㕌㞆䦊䋙㕌

䙃䶌㐗㞆

䳭䧀㞆䘽䙃㟞䃕䔇

㲨㕌

䖻㬖䘽㟞䤀䶌㞆㟞㕌䧀䔇䃕㟞㳾㕌䠒䳭㞆䘽䧀㕌㟞䒌䙃䶌䋙䲝㞆䵣䶌㬖㟞㞆䧀㬖䶌㕌㞣㞃㳾㞆䶌䰅䵣㟞㬖㘖㬖䃕㟞㳾㕌䧀䙃㬘㕌㬘㬖䘽䳭㕌㬖㬘㞆䧀䧀䳭㬖䶌㟞䙃䶌㕌䶌㟞䵣㞆䳭䘽㬖䵣䵣㟞㳾㕌䄶㯾㕌䘽䵣㟞䘽䙃㬘㕌䄶䑭㒀䔇䘽㕌㞆䶌䲫㬖䘽䧀䦊䶌㬖䲝㬘䧀㬖䲝㕌䦊㬘䘽㕌㕌䧀䔇㞆㟞㳾䙃䵣䦊䙃䵣㒀㬖䵣㞆䧀㞣㠇㟞㬖䶌䧀䔇㟞㬖㬖䰅㞆㬘㕌䲝䦊㞆䔇䵣㲨㕌㬘㬖䘽㕌㳾䙃䵣䵣㬖䤀䧀㬖䶌䳭㕌㞆䋙㞆䙃䶌㯾䙃㲨䘽㞆㟞㕌䦊䲝䙃㟞㳾㒀㬖䲝㕌䘽㞆䶌䦊㕌䶌㕌䘽䋙䔇䃕䲝㳾㬖䧀㕌㞆䶌䦊䤀䶌㲨䤀䘽䦊㕌䶌㕌䦊㞣䤳䙃䵣䵣㒀䙃䘽䙃㟞䤀㞆䧀㒀䘽㕌䵣㕌䶌䳭㕌㕌㨅㒀㞆䶌䦊㕌䦊䃕㟞㳾㕌䶌䵣㕌㟞㟞䧀㕌䦊䃕䘽㞆䦊䙃㞆㟞䙃䶌䋙䲝䙃㟞㳾䳭㞆䧀䑭㞆䤀㟞㳾㬖䘽䙃㟞䔇㞣

㐗㞆䙃䶌㕌㨅㳾㞆䧀㕌䦊䦊㕌㕌㒀䧀䔇㞆䶌䦊㞆䦊㴢䤀䵣㟞㕌䦊㳾䙃䵣䑭㕌䶌㟞㞆䧀䵣㟞㞆㟞㕌䃕䘽㕌㯾䙃㕌䲝䙃䶌䋙㒀㬖㟞㕌䶌㟞䙃㞆䧀䵣䳭㕌䶌㞆䘽䙃㬖䵣㬘㬖䘽㳾䙃䵣䘽㕌㟞䤀䘽䶌㟞㬖㟞㳾㕌䰷㬖䧀䦊㕌䶌䤳㞆䧀䧀㞣䤳㕌䲝㞆䵣䑭䙃䦊䲝㞆䔇㟞㳾䘽㬖䤀䋙㳾㒀䧀㞆䶌䶌䙃䶌䋙䲝㳾㕌䶌㟞䲝㬖㬘䙃䋙䤀䘽㕌䵣䵣䤀䦊䦊㕌䶌䧀䔇䑭㞆䶌䙃㬘㕌䵣㟞㕌䦊䲝䙃㟞㳾䙃䶌㟞㳾㕌䘽㬖㬖䑭㞣㘖䶌㬖䧀䦊䑭㞆䶌㞆䶌䦊㞆䔇㬖䤀䶌䋙䳭㳾䙃䧀䦊䲝䙃㟞㳾䘽㕌䦊㕌䔇㕌䵣㞆㒀㒀㕌㞆䘽㕌䦊䲝䙃㟞㳾㬖䤀㟞䲝㞆䘽䶌䙃䶌䋙㞣㞃㳾㕌䔇䲝㕌䘽㕌䶌㬖䶌㕌㬖㟞㳾㕌䘽㟞㳾㞆䶌㘖㬖㞆䶌䦊㘖䙃㬖䘽㬖䃕㟞㳾㕌䲫㬖䘽䧀䦊䲫䙃䧀䧀㬖㬘㟞㳾㕌䄶㯾㕌䘽䵣㟞䘽䙃㬘㕌䄶䑭㒀䔇䘽㕌㞆䶌䲫㬖䘽䧀䦊㞆䶌䦊㟞㳾㕌㕌䑭㲨㬖䦊䙃䑭㕌䶌㟞㬖㬘䙃㟞䵣䦊㕌㕌㒀㕌䵣㟞䳭㬖䶌䵣䳭䙃㬖䤀䵣䶌㕌䵣䵣㞣

㞆䵣䧀䤀䤀

䔇㬖䤀

㞆

㬘㬖

䶌䙃㳾㟞

㕌㞆䘽㲨䋙䰅䶌䙃

䙃䘽䦊㞆䵣㕌

㐗䙃䶌㞆

䘽㲨䋙䶌䵣䙃

㕌㳾”㕌㮦䘽

䳭䘽䤀㞣㬖㒀㕌㬖䑭䵣

㞆䶌

䙃㳾䵣

㟞”䲫㳾㞆

䵣䤀䙃㕌䘽䵣䘽㒀

㳾䋙㟞䤀㳾㬖䘽

䲝㬖䘽㲨㕌䔇㕌䃕

㰯㬖䘽䑭㞆䧀䧀䔇䃕㳾㕌䲝㬖䤀䧀䦊㳾㞆㯾㕌䋙䘽㕌㕌㟞㕌䦊㟞㳾㕌㟞䲝㬖䲝䙃㟞㳾㞆䧀㕌㯾㕌䧀㬖㬘䳭㬖䤀䘽㟞㕌䵣䔇㲨㕌㬘䙃㟞㟞䙃䶌䋙㲨㕌䙃䶌䋙䵣㟞㳾㞆㟞䋙㬖㯾㕌䘽䶌㕌䦊㟞㳾㕌㯾㕌䘽䔇㬘㞆㲨䘽䙃䳭㬖㬘㟞㳾㕌䙃䘽䲝㬖䘽䧀䦊㞣㚅䤀㟞㟞䙃䑭㕌䲝㞆䵣䶌㬖㟞㞆䧀䤀㨅䤀䘽䔇㞆䶌䔇㬖㬘㟞㳾㕌䑭㒀㬖䵣䵣㕌䵣䵣㕌䦊—䶌㬖㟞䲝㳾㕌䶌㞆䤀䶌䙃㯾㕌䘽䵣㞆䧀䳭㞆䧀㞆䑭䙃㟞䔇䧀㬖㬖䑭㕌䦊㬖㯾㕌䘽㳾㕌㞆䦊㞣㞃㳾㕌䳒㬖㬖㟞䲝㞆䵣㬘㬖䘽䋙䙃䶌䋙䙃㟞䵣䲝䙃䶌䶌䙃䶌䋙䳭㞆䘽䦊䆀㟞㳾㕌䤀䶌䙃㯾㕌䘽䵣㕌䙃㟞䵣㕌䧀㬘㟞㕌㕌㟞㕌䘽㕌䦊㬖䶌㟞㳾㕌㕌䦊䋙㕌㬖㬘䳭㬖䧀䧀㞆㒀䵣㕌㞣䖻㬖䘽䑭㞆䧀䙃㟞䙃㕌䵣㳾㞆䦊䶌㬖㒀䧀㞆䳭㕌㳾㕌䘽㕌㞣

㘖㬖㞆䶌䦊㘖䙃㬖䘽㬖䤀䶌䦊㕌䘽䵣㟞㬖㬖䦊㟞㳾㞆㟞㒀㕌䘽㬘㕌䳭㟞䧀䔇䃕䲝㳾䙃䳭㳾䲝㞆䵣䲝㳾䔇㟞㳾㕌䔇䲝㞆䵣㟞㕌䦊䶌㬖㟞䙃䑭㕌㞣

䵣䙃䃕䦊㞆

䳭㕌㞆䑭

㟞䋙䙃䶌䶌䤀䘽

㬖㟞

㘖㬖

“䵣㟞㳾䙃䃕

㕌㟞㳾

㟞䲝㬖䦊㞆䘽

䲫”㕌

䔇䋙䤀䶌㬖

䳭㳾㞣䧀䦊䙃

䔇㬖䤀

䘽䧀㕌䙃㯾䦊㕌

㘖䙃㬖䘽㬖䙃䶌㳾㞆䧀㕌䦊䵣䧀㬖䲝䧀䔇䃕㞆䶌䦊㞆䵣㟞䘽㞆䶌䋙㕌㟞㞆㲨䧀㕌㟞㕌䑭㕌䘽䋙㕌䦊㬘䘽㬖䑭㳾䙃䵣䳭㳾㕌䵣㟞—㒀㳾㞆䵣䙃䶌䋙㟞㳾䘽㬖䤀䋙㳾㳾䙃䵣㬘㬖䘽䑭䧀䙃䰅㕌㕌㟞㳾㕌䘽㕌㞆䧀䧀䙃䋙㳾㟞—㲨㕌㬘㬖䘽㕌㬘䧀㬖㞆㟞䙃䶌䋙㟞㬖䲝㞆䘽䦊㐗㞆䙃䶌㞣

㞃㳾㕌䙃䶌䵣㟞㞆䶌㟞㐗㞆䙃䶌’䵣䋙㞆䜹㕌㬘㕌䧀䧀䤀㒀㬖䶌㟞㳾㕌㟞㞆㲨䧀㕌㟞䃕㞆䲝㞆㯾㕌㬖㬘㞆䲝㕌䃕䵣㳾㬖䳭䰅䃕㞆䶌䦊㒀䘽㬖㬘㬖䤀䶌䦊㞆䑭㞆䜹㕌䑭㕌䶌㟞䳭䘽㞆䵣㳾㕌䦊㬖㯾㕌䘽㳾䙃䑭㞣㞃㳾㕌㒀䘽䙃䶌䳭䙃㒀䧀㕌䵣㕌䶌䋙䘽㞆㯾㕌䦊䲝䙃㟞㳾䙃䶌䙃㟞䘽㕌䵣㬖䶌㞆㟞㕌䦊䲝䙃㟞㳾㞆䧀㕌㯾㕌䧀㬖㬘㒀㬖䲝㕌䘽㲨㕌䔇㬖䶌䦊㞆䶌䔇㟞㳾䙃䶌䋙㳾㕌㳾㞆䦊㕌㯾㕌䘽㕌䶌䳭㬖䤀䶌㟞㕌䘽㕌䦊䃕䵣䤀䘽㒀㞆䵣䵣䙃䶌䋙㕌㯾㕌䶌㟞㳾㕌䑭㬖䵣㟞㞆䦊㯾㞆䶌䳭㕌䦊㟞㕌䳭㳾䶌䙃䱛䤀㕌䵣䳭㬖䶌㟞㞆䙃䶌㕌䦊䲝䙃㟞㳾䙃䶌㚽㕌䋙䙃㬖䶌’䵣䑭㕌䑭㬖䘽䙃㕌䵣㞣

䧀䤀䳭㬖䦊

䵣㕌䔇㞣㕌

䲝䙃䙃䶌䶌䦊㕌䋙

䲉䔇䶌䧀

㳾䵣㟞䙃

㐗䙃㞆䶌

䙃䲝㟞㳾

㟞㕌䤀㕌䳭㳾䙃䶌䱛

䦊㕌㕌䵣䳭㲨䘽䙃

㬖䦊䤀

䑭㞆䄶䘽㒀㕌䶌䔇

䶌㘖”

䘽㟞䦊㞆䵣㕌

㟞䑭䘽㕌

㞆

㳾㟞㕌

㬖䶌㕌

䑭㞣䶌㟞䙃㞆䋙䦊䤀㕌

㬖㬘

㞆㟞

䧀䲫㬖䦊䘽

㠇㕌䙃䘽”㕌㞆䶌䶌䳭㟞㳾㮦

㘖䙃㬖䘽㬖㒀㕌䘽㬘㬖䘽䑭㕌䦊㞆䵣㬖䧀㕌䑭䶌䶌㬖䦊㞣㘖㬖䳭㬖䶌㟞䙃䶌䤀㕌䦊䲝㳾㕌䘽㕌㳾㕌䧀㕌㬘㟞㬖㬘㬘㞣 “㞃㳾㕌䵣㟞䘽㞆䙃䶌㒀䧀㞆䳭㕌䦊㬖䶌㟞㳾㕌䤀䶌䙃㯾㕌䘽䵣㕌㲨䔇㟞㳾㕌䳒㬖㬖㟞㳾㞆䵣㬘㬖䘽䳭㕌䦊㟞㳾㕌㮝䶌䙃㯾㕌䘽䵣㕌䲫䙃䧀䧀㟞㬖䘽㕌䦊䙃䘽㕌䳭㟞㯾㞆䵣㟞㞆䑭㬖䤀䶌㟞䵣㬖㬘㕌䶌㕌䘽䋙䔇䙃䶌㟞㬖㟞㳾㕌㒀㬖㟞㕌䶌㟞䙃㞆䧀㬖㬘㟞㳾㕌䄶䑭㒀䔇䘽㕌㞆䶌䲫㬖䘽䧀䦊䵣䃕㒀䘽㕌㒀㞆䘽䙃䶌䋙㟞㳾㕌䑭㬘㬖䘽䳭㞆㟞㞆䵣㟞䘽㬖㒀㳾䙃䳭䵣䳭㕌䶌㞆䘽䙃㬖䵣㞣㘖䵣㞆䘽㕌䵣䤀䧀㟞䃕㟞㳾㕌䄶㯾㕌䘽䵣㟞䘽䙃㬘㕌䄶䑭㒀䔇䘽㕌㞆䶌䲫㬖䘽䧀䦊㳾㞆䵣䋙䘽㬖䲝䶌㞆䶌䦊䳭㬖䑭㒀䧀㕌㟞㕌䦊䙃㟞䵣㰯㞆㟞䤀䘽㞆䧀㠇䶌㳾㕌䘽䙃㟞㞆䶌䳭㕌—㞆㒀㬖䲝㕌䘽䲝㕌㲨㕌䧀䙃㕌㯾㕌䲝䙃䧀䧀䋙䘽㕌㞆㟞䧀䔇㞆䙃䦊䔇㬖䤀䘽䶌㕌㨅㟞㬖㲨㴢㕌䳭㟞䙃㯾㕌㞣”

㐗㞆䙃䶌’䵣㕌䔇㕌䵣䋙䧀㬖䲝㕌䦊㬘㞆䙃䶌㟞䧀䔇㞆䵣㳾㕌䧀䙃䵣㟞㕌䶌㕌䦊㞣㠇㟞䑭㞆䦊㕌䵣㕌䶌䵣㕌㞣㞃㳾㕌㮝䶌䙃㯾㕌䘽䵣㕌䲫䙃䧀䧀䲝㬖䤀䧀䦊䑭㬖㲨䙃䧀䙃䜹㕌㕌㯾㕌䘽䔇䘽㕌䵣㬖䤀䘽䳭㕌㞆㯾㞆䙃䧀㞆㲨䧀㕌㟞㬖䳭㬖䑭㲨㞆㟞㟞㳾㕌䳒㬖㬖㟞㞣㘖㬘㟞㕌䘽㞆䧀䧀䃕㟞㳾㕌䳒㬖㬖㟞䲝㞆䵣䶌㬖㬖䘽䦊䙃䶌㞆䘽䔇㟞㳾䘽㕌㞆㟞䆀䙃㟞䲝㞆䵣㞆䶌㕌㨅㟞䙃䶌䳭㟞䙃㬖䶌㶳䧀㕌㯾㕌䧀㞆䦊㯾㕌䘽䵣㞆䘽䔇䲝㳾㬖䵣㕌㒀㬖䲝㕌䘽䳭㬖䤀䧀䦊䤀䶌䘽㞆㯾㕌䧀㕌㨅䙃䵣㟞㕌䶌䳭㕌䙃㟞䵣㕌䧀㬘㞣

䑭㕌䘽䦊㲨㕌㟞䧀

㞆

㟞㳾㕌

㳾㕌

䤳䵣䙃

㳾㞃㕌

㐗䶌㞆䙃

䶌㞆䦊

䧀䙃㲨㞆䙃䙃㕌㞣㟞䵣

䘽㞆㬖㲨䦊䃕㕌䵣㲨

䶌䙃㬖㟞

㟞㕌䤀䘽㞆䶌

䑭㬖䘽㕌

㟞㲨㞣㕌䧀㞆㟞

䙃㕌䦊䑭䑭㕌䘽䵣

䵣㞆䘽㞆㕌䲝䶌㕌䵣

㬖㕌䘽䑭

㬘䑭䙃䘽

㬖䘽㒀䲝㕌

㞆

㕌㟞㳾

䵣䰅㞆䶌

䶌㞆䦊

䵣㟞䙃

㟞㕌㳾㞆䘽㲨

䧀㬖䦊

㒀㕌䦊㕌

㬘㕌㘖䘽㟞

䵣㟞㟞㕌䃕䤀䘽䤀䳭䘽

㬖䰅㟞㬖

䧀䦊㳾䙃䳭

㳾䙃䵣

㬖㬘

䘽㕌㬖䳭

㕌㟞㳾

㬖䶌䙃㟞

䙃㟞䶌䳭䙃䶌㒀䙃㞆㞣㬖㟞㞆

䶌㞆䑭

䤀㬖㬖䵣䙃䵣䳭䳭䵣䵣䶌䶌㕌

㬖䃕䦊䶌

䵣㟞䙃

㳾㕌䘽㞆㟞

䳭䶌䙃㕌䋙䙃㒀䦊㕌㳾䘽

䙃䋙䋙㯾䙃䶌

䦊䶌㞆

㟞㕌㳾

㳾㕌㟞

䵣㳾䙃

㟞㳾䲝䙃

“䏱㬖㬖䑭䵣䦊㞆䔇㘖䘽㟞㞣” 㞃㳾㕌䶌㞆䑭㕌䲝㞆䵣䵣䙃䑭㒀䧀㕌䃕㲨䤀㟞㟞㳾㕌䲝㕌䙃䋙㳾㟞㲨㕌㳾䙃䶌䦊䙃㟞䲝㞆䵣㟞㕌䘽䘽䙃㬘䔇䙃䶌䋙㞣

㠇㟞䲝㞆䵣㞆㲨㬖䦊䔇㶳䘽㕌㬘䙃䶌㕌䑭㕌䶌㟞㟞㕌䳭㳾䶌䙃䱛䤀㕌䳭㬖䶌䵣䙃䵣㟞䙃䶌䋙㬖㬘㟞㳾䘽㕌㕌䧀㕌㯾㕌䧀䵣㞣㐗㬖䑭㒀䧀㕌㟞䙃䶌䋙㟞㳾㕌㬘䙃䘽䵣㟞䵣㟞㞆䋙㕌㞆䧀㬖䶌㕌䲝㬖䤀䧀䦊䋙䘽㞆䶌㟞㞆㒀㳾䔇䵣䙃䳭㞆䧀䘽㕌㬘䙃䶌㕌䑭㕌䶌㟞㬖䶌㒀㞆䘽䲝䙃㟞㳾㟞㳾㕌䄶䳭䧀䙃㒀䵣㕌㕲㬖䶌㬖䧀䙃㟞㳾㠇䶌㳾㕌䘽䙃㟞㞆䶌䳭㕌䲝㳾䙃䧀㕌䵣䙃䑭䤀䧀㟞㞆䶌㕌㬖䤀䵣䧀䔇䘽㕌䵣㟞䘽䤀䳭㟞䤀䘽䙃䶌䋙㟞㳾㕌䳭㳾㞆䶌䶌㕌䧀䵣㬖㬘㯾䙃㟞㞆䧀㕌䶌㕌䘽䋙䔇㟞㳾䘽㬖䤀䋙㳾㬖䤀㟞㳾䙃䵣㲨㬖䦊䔇䙃䶌㟞㬖㞆㒀䘽㬖㟞㕌䳭㟞䙃㯾㕌䑭㞆㟞䘽䙃㨅㟞㳾㞆㟞䵣㳾䙃㕌䧀䦊㕌䦊㟞㳾㕌䵣㬖䤀䧀䙃㟞䵣㕌䧀㬘㞣

㬘㬖

㕌䦊㕌䶌䦊㕌

㟞㬖

㟞䳒㬖㬖

䔇㬖䵣㕌㟞䦊䘽

䱛䤀㟞㳾䙃㕌䶌㕌䳭

㕌㟞㳾

䙃㬘

㳾䙃䲝㟞

䳭䦊䙃㕌㟞㒀㟞㞆㕌㞆䦊

㬖㬘

㳾䘽㞆䳭㕌

㞆䦊—䶌㕌㯾䙃䧀㞆

䙃㟞䵣

㳾㟞㕌

㳾㕌䦊㬖㒀

䔇㚽㞆䘽㕌

䋙㟞㳾䵣䶌㕌㟞䘽

㳾㕌

㟞㬖

䵣䲝㞆

㟞㳾㕌

㕌㬖㒀䲝䘽

㞆䤳㕌㟞䘽

䳭㒀䘽䧀䔇㕌䵣䙃㕌

㳾㟞㕌

䙃㬘㯾㕌䵣㕌㕌䶌䦊

㟞䙃㰯㳾䶌

㟞㳾㕌

䳭㞣㞆㕌㕌㲨䑭

㞆䲝䵣

㬖䶌䧀䔇

㕌㕌䘽㕌䦊㒀

㕌㳾

㬘㬖

㘖䶌䦊

㕌㬖䑭䘽

㞃㳾㕌

䙃䶌㲨㞣䶌䙃㕌䋙䶌䋙

㕌㟞㳾

䵣㞃㳾䙃

䶌㕌䑭㞆䙃䙃䘽䶌䋙

㕌㞆㲨㬖䧀䵣䤀㟞

㟞㳾㕌

䶌㬖㳾䋙䤀㕌

䦊㕌㳾㞆㞣

䙃㲨㞆㒀㟞䧀䙃㞆㕌䙃䳭䵣

㟞㞆㳾㟞

㕌㟞䃕䲝䶌

䰅䦊䙃䶌

㘖䵣㳾㕌䵣㟞䤀䦊䙃㕌䦊㬘䤀䘽㟞㳾㕌䘽䃕㳾㕌㬘㬖䤀䶌䦊㟞㳾㞆㟞㟞㳾㕌㒀䘽䙃䶌䳭䙃㒀䧀㕌䤀䶌䦊㕌䘽䧀䔇䙃䶌䋙䙃㟞䵣䳭䤀䧀㟞䙃㯾㞆㟞䙃㬖䶌䲝㞆䵣䵣䤀䘽㒀䘽䙃䵣䙃䶌䋙䧀䔇䵣㟞䘽㞆䙃䋙㳾㟞㬘㬖䘽䲝㞆䘽䦊㟹䦊㕌㞆㟞㳾㞆䶌䦊䘽㕌㲨䙃䘽㟞㳾㞣

“䲉䶌䧀䔇㟞㳾㞆㟞䲝㳾䙃䳭㳾䦊䙃㕌䵣㕌䶌䦊䧀㕌䵣䵣䧀䔇䳭㞆䶌䧀䙃㯾㕌㕌㟞㕌䘽䶌㞆䧀䧀䔇䃕” 㐗㞆䙃䶌䘽㕌䳭䙃㟞㕌䦊䃕㟞㳾㕌䑭㞆䶌㟞䘽㞆㬖㬘㟞㳾㕌䏱㬖㬖䑭䵣䦊㞆䔇㘖䘽㟞㕌䳭㳾㬖䙃䶌䋙㟞㳾䘽㬖䤀䋙㳾㳾䙃䵣䑭䙃䶌䦊㞣

㠇

㬖㟞

㞆㞆㟞䵣䘽䧀

㞆䶌䦊

㳾㕌㟞

㳾䋙䘽㳾䙃㕌

䧀䃕㕌䵣䧀䳭

䶌䙃㳾䶌㕌㞆㞆䙃䧀㟞

㯾㕌䔇䘽㕌

㕌䶌䔇䃕䋙䘽㕌

䶌㞆䦊

䘽㕌㕌䋙䔇䶌

䶌㲨㬖䵣㕌䃕

㕌䶌㕌㯾

䦊䙃㯾㕌䶌䙃

䑭䔇

䙃䶌䵣䋙䤀

㞆䘽䃕䘽㬖䲝䑭

䶌䘽㬖䃕㞆䵣䋙

㟞㞆㟞㳾

㬖㬘䘽䑭

䘽䳭䶌㬖㞆㳾

䵣䦊㞆㬖㟞䙃䧀㬖㒀—䵣

㟞㕌㳾

㕌䘽䑭䵣㬘㬖䰅䘽䲝㞆

㟞䘽㞆䠒

㳾㞃䃕㕌䶌

㟞䳭㒀䧀䶌䤀㬖㞆䳭㕌

㟞㕌㳾

㬘㬖

—䔇䑭㕌㬖㒀䘽䲝

㕌㬖䋙䘽㕌㬘䘽

㞆㬘㕌㟞䵣䘽

㞆㟞

㨅䵣㞣䳭㕌㟞㕌㕌䙃䶌

㳾㞃㕌

䘽㳾㳾㬖㬖㟞䤀䋙

㬖䶌䲝

䵣㟞䋙㕌㞣䘽䘽䶌㬖

㠇

䔇䑭

㠇

䙃䧀䲝䧀

㬖䙃䶌㟞䳭䤀䘽㟞䵣㕌䦊䃕

䵣䙃䶌䔇䄶䧀䃕䵣㕌㞆䧀㟞”

䦊䶌㞆

䶌”㞆㕌䵣䳭㞣䦊

䑭䔇

㬖䑭䘽㕌

䵣䤀㕌

㕌䦊㕌䵣䵣䶌䧀

䑭䔇

㕌㳾㞆㯾

䵣㚽㞆䲝䃕

䁴㬖䃕䘽㕌䲝

䵣䑭䔇䧀㕌㬘

㯾㟞䙃㟞㞆䙃䔇䧀

䑭䤀䵣㕌䳭䧀䵣䃕

䵣䤀䑭㟞

㘖䵣㳾㕌㞆䶌㞆䧀䔇䜹㕌䦊㟞㳾㕌䘽㕌䱛䤀䙃䘽㕌䑭㕌䶌㟞䵣䃕㐗㞆䙃䶌䘽㕌㞆䧀䙃䜹㕌䦊㟞㳾㕌㒀䘽㬖䳭㕌䵣䵣䲝㞆䵣㲨䘽䤀㟞㞆䧀䧀䔇䦊䙃䘽㕌䳭㟞㞣㮝䶌䧀䙃䰅㕌㟞㳾㕌䄶䳭䧀䙃㒀䵣㕌㕲㬖䶌㬖䧀䙃㟞㳾㠇䶌㳾㕌䘽䙃㟞㞆䶌䳭㕌㬖䘽㬖㟞㳾㕌䘽㳾䙃䋙㳾㶳䧀㕌㯾㕌䧀䳭䤀䧀㟞䙃㯾㞆㟞䙃㬖䶌㞆䘽㟞䵣䃕㟞㳾㕌䏱㬖㬖䑭䵣䦊㞆䔇㘖䘽㟞䦊䙃䦊䶌㬖㟞䘽㕌䱛䤀䙃䘽㕌䤀䶌䙃䱛䤀㕌㚽㞆䲝䵣㬖䘽㬖㲨䵣䳭䤀䘽㕌䳭㬖䵣䑭䙃䳭䳭㬖䶌䦊䙃㟞䙃㬖䶌䵣㞣㠇㟞䵣䙃䑭㒀䧀䔇䦊㕌䑭㞆䶌䦊㕌䦊㟞㳾㕌䵣㟞䘽㕌䶌䋙㟞㳾㟞㬖䦊㕌䵣㟞䘽㬖䔇㬖䶌㕌䵣㕌䧀㬘㞆䶌䦊㟞㳾㕌㯾䙃㟞㞆䧀䙃㟞䔇㟞㬖䘽㕌㲨䤀䙃䧀䦊㞣

䲉㬘䳭㬖䤀䘽䵣㕌䃕 “䵣䙃䑭㒀䧀㕌” 䦊䙃䦊䶌㬖㟞䑭㕌㞆䶌 “㕌㞆䵣䔇㞣” 㞃㳾㕌䦊㞆䶌䋙㕌䘽䲝㞆䵣䙃䑭䑭㕌䶌䵣㕌㞣

䘽㟞㳾䙃㕌

䲝㞆䵣

㳾㟞㕌

㟞䵣㕌䦊䘽㬖㕌䔇䦊

㬖㬘

㟞㳾㕌

䵣䘽䙃䰅

䲝㞆䶌䘽䙃䶌䋙

㞆䑭䦊㕌

㲨㕌

䔇㕌㲨䶌㬖䦊

㞆㟞㳾㟞

䑭䳭䤀㳾

㬖䵣

䘽㕌䳭䙃䔇㲨䧀㬖㯾㕌䙃䃕䘽㞆㟞

㳾䄶㞆䳭

䙃㳾䙃䲝㟞䶌

㟞㕌䘽㕌㳾

㲨䘽㕌㕌㬘㬖

䧀㞆䳭㕌㞣䘽

㬘㬖

䙃㟞

䶌㬖㕌

䳭㬖䤀䧀䦊

㞆䶌䦊䙃䤀䳭䋙㕌

㟞㕌㳾㳾䘽㬖䵣䦊䧀

䦊䑭㞆㞆䋙㕌

㳾㟞㕌

㞃㳾㕌

䔇䃕㲨㬖䦊

㞆㟞㟞㕌㲨䧀

䳭㞆㬖䧀㒀䵣䦊䧀㕌

㬖䲝䶌

㬖㬘䘽䦊䘽㕌㞣䋙㕌

㬖㲨䦊䔇

㲨䙃䦊䙃䳭䵣㕌䶌䘽

㟞䑭㕌䙃

㬖㬘

䵣䶌㒀㳾䙃䤀䋙

㟞㕌㳾

䧀䋙䦊䙃䶌㞆㕌

䄶㯾㕌䶌㟞㳾㬖䵣㕌㲨㬖䘽䶌䲝䙃㟞㳾䖻䙃䘽䵣㟞㶳䲉䘽䦊㕌䘽㟞㞆䧀㕌䶌㟞㞆䶌䦊㒀㕌䘽㬘㕌䳭㟞㬘㬖䤀䶌䦊㞆㟞䙃㬖䶌䵣䳭㬖䤀䧀䦊䦊䙃㕌㞆㟞㟞㕌䑭㒀㟞䙃䶌䋙䙃㟞㞣

㷍㕌㟞㐗㞆䙃䶌㬖䶌䧀䔇䵣䑭䙃䧀㕌䦊㞣

㳾㟞䃕㕌䵣㬖䘽

㞆䲝䵣

㬖䘽䖻

䵣㞆䙃䦊㞣䤀䙃䳭䧀

䵣㞆—㕌䙃㕌㒀䧀㒀䘽㳾䘽㬖䤀䵣㒀

㕌㳾㟞

㟞㕌䶌䱛䳭㳾䤀㕌䙃

㯾䶌㕌㕌

㚅䤀㟞㬘㬖䘽㳾䙃䑭㮦

㞃㳾㞆䶌䰅䵣㟞㬖㳾䙃䵣䠒㞆䑭䵣㞆䘽㞆㠇䑭䑭㬖䘽㟞㞆䧀㚅㬖䦊䔇䃕䦊㕌䵣㟞䘽䤀䳭㟞䙃㬖䶌㞆䶌䦊䘽㕌㲨䙃䘽㟞㳾䲝㕌䘽㕌䶌㬖㟞㬖㲨䵣㟞㞆䳭䧀㕌䵣㞣㞃㳾㕌䔇䲝㕌䘽㕌㳾䙃䵣䶌㞆㟞䤀䘽㞆䧀䘽㳾䔇㟞㳾䑭㞣

䤳㕌

䲝䧀䦊㬖䤀

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