Novel Bin
Chapter 874: The New Greek Ruler?
Chapter 874: The New Greek Ruler?
As the sound of cheering and singing came from overhead, on the ground they were doing a brief clean-up job.
Lailah was busy restoring the Colosseum to its former glory while Asmodeus was collecting all of the blood and meat.
"I believe I can assist you…" Shiva stood up and started to raise his hand and unleash his destructive might.
"That's okay, Uncle Shiva! We don't need it all gone."
"Hm..?"
Not even a second later, Lailah opened up a new portal home, and a large furry creature came bounding through the opening.
"All must worship and fall before Camazotz!!!" He roared to the sky.
When the large bat god suddenly arrived at the venue, reactions were not as terrified as much as they once might've been.
Probably because he had on a little blue bowtie in addition to his traditional Mayan skirt.
"Here, boy." Lailah called.
Camaztotz was at Lailah's feet before she could even blink.
He sat on his haunches and stared at her with black, sparkly eyes filled with adorableness.
"Yes?"
Lailah scratched him underneath his chin. "We've got a little treat for you, big guy. A little reward for helping Mira get up in the morning for all of these years."
"Hmm?" Camazotz tilted his head to the side. "Reward for Camazotz? Not share with brothers and sister?"
Lailah smiled and shook her head. "Bagheera, Entei, Bayle, and Gandora will get their own rewards in their own time, but this one is all for you, buddy."
Camazotz's black eyes became slick and glossy with tears. "T-Thank you, snake mommy..!"
Lailah pointed behind him, and Camazotz slowly turned his head while following the sweet scent filling up his nose.
"Titan sashimi!" Laialh presented proudly.
Camazotz gasped openly and let his jaw drop.
A literal mountain of cubed meat and a river of powerful blood lay before him!
The one called Asmodeus was even nice enough to prepare a bib for him so that he wouldn't ruin his precious little bowtie!
"This..." *sniffles* "This is truly what it means to have family..!"
"It sure is, big guy." Nubia smiled. "Go on now, have fun."
Camazotz never needed to be told twice.
He bounded across the now-repaired floor and jumped into the tower of meat like it was made of gold.
Several gods turned away in disgust, but Camazotz had actually become a more mannerable eater thanks to Audrina's persistent tutelage.
In fact, he could almost be considered rather cute.
At some point, one of the other deities had freed Zeus and Hades from the time loop that they were trapped in by their father.
They watched in horror and fascination as that very same father was nibbled on by an oversized, but adorable, bat god.
However, they quickly forgot all about that when Lailah said something that immediately piqued their interest.
"So, shall we talk about succession now?"
The table full of heads of each pantheon stared at Lailah awkwardly.
They weren't exactly expecting to witness a public execution today. Even if it was with someone as deserving as Kronos.
"I do hope this isn't sympathy I feel." Lailah suddenly said. "I am quite sure none of you are unaware of what Kronos would have done with Kirina had she not bested him."
The deities grimaced and shuddered at the thought.
Despite how fast Kronos was moving a moment ago, the oldest of the gods were able to see his every movement and action quite clearly.
The gaze that he was giving Kirina could've only meant one thing. And who knew what might've happened if he had actually been able to touch her?
Perhaps his face would have been a far worse one than what was shown.
"None mourn the wicked titan, old friend." Shiva said. "But I fear the gratuity in his violent death may trouble the stomachs of some."
"Fine..." Lailah sighed and relented.
She clenched her fist and an illusory veil was wrapped around Camazotz and his feast- obscuring it from the view of even the primordial deities.
"Better? Should I perhaps provide some pepto for your upset stomachs?"
"As if you could be that hospitable." Izanagi remarked.
"I have other pets who eat gods, you know?"
Izanagi decided then that maybe he just shouldn't say anything for the rest of the meeting.
Lailah sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. "Alright then. You are all free to make your nominations now."
"You do not have someone you wish to appoint?" Odin asked with a raised brow.
"I don't have any authority over something like that. My family's job is to keep deities in line, but not appoint them." Lailah closed her eyes.
"...." Everyone just stared at her as if she was the most shameless woman they had come across in recent memory.
"I don't much appreciate these gazes." Lailah replied without opening her eyes.
Everyone looked away after a short time.
"I announce my claim to the throne of Mount Olympus!"
Zeus stepped forward while holding a badly broken arm and nursing a heavily bruised left side.
"I am my father's strongest son. As such, I have the right to"
"No." Every deity at the table said at once.
Zeus' face twitched. "A-Are you daft?! I am-"
"No." They repeated.
Internally, Lailah was just really glad that they said something so that she didn't have to. That would have been exhausting.
Hades didn't even bother putting his hand up. He just kind of wanted to go back home and push this day far into the recesses of his memory.
The gods just went to ignoring both of the brothers as if they posed absolutely no significance.
"Does anyone have someone they wish to see nominated as head of the Greek faction? Speak now or forever hold your piece."
Everyone stared at Shiva in confusion.
"...That was my attempt at humor." He confessed.
Shiva received a couple of dry laughs of pity, which in turn made Nubia actually giggle.
"I will go first then." Odin sighed. "I would nominate Ares for the head of the Greek faction!"
The deity of war stood up after some time. Clearly, he was as surprised by the nomination as everyone else.
Internally, Lailah was quite surprised by this choice. But she wasn't actively against it, either.
Ares wasn't just a family friend, but Lailah considered him to be a rather misunderstood deity as well.
If one got to know him a bit, they would realize that he wasn't nearly as thoughtless as the other Greek deities would have outsiders believe.
Above all, he was a misunderstood deity who'd been dealt more than a few bad hands over the course of his life.
But even though Lailah didn't actually have a problem with this choice, she knew that there were others who definitely would.
""NEVERRRR!!!!""
A woman in Greek armor and a less than attractive man with red hair both stood up in unison.
They practically bit off their lips flinging curses about and signifying in no uncertain terms that Ares would never be accepted by them as long as they lived.
Since the two of them were relatively important members of the Greek pantheon, their wishes could not simply be ignored.
Ares remained standing, but in the back of his mind, he and everyone else knew that he was unlikely to be chosen.
Sitting beside him, Aphrodite's heart silently ached for him.
The gods named more and more deities after Ares was first championed.
These included Athena, Apollo, Hyperion, and jokingly Dionysus. This time, Shiva's joke did actually land and as a result, the divine beings enjoyed a round of raunchy laughter.
In the stands, Dionysus was so offended that he didn't even know what to do with himself.
His feelings were hurt on a level that only a good blowjob could fix...
As the deities were named one after the other, eventually it came time for Shiva to give his own, serious recommendation.
The blue-skinned god took his time to think.
He stared at many of the gods with a look devoid of judgment.
He considered many things about them. Temperament, virtue, wisdom, and mutual respect.
And then for another brief moment, his eyes settled on Lailah again.
True, she claimed to have no dog in this fight. But he knew her well enough not to just overlook her potential opinion.
There was a reason why the Tathamets had chosen her specifically to attend this meeting without bothering to volunteer anyone else.
Lailah was effectively a nuclear deterrent.
When she was sent, it was to endure that the gods did things right the first time. That way Abaddon, or god forbid Seras, had to come back here in a less than pleasant mood.
What would the Judicators of the gods find to be the most favorable outcome here..?
A bolt of lightning struck his mind. He had no idea how he'd overlooked such an obvious choice.
"I nominate Prometheus."
Several deities missed the moment when Lailah cracked an imperceptibly small smile.
I won't believe John Cena is really a heel until I see him five knuckle shuffle a make a wish kid
㶧䥔 㓚䎚㷆 䎚 㷆䶯䥔䕅㴋䎚䗏 䎚䞥䞥䥔䕅䛥㴋㣰㳌 䞥㣰㗋 䛥㓚䥔䯟䉱 䖇㣰㴋㳌䖇 䎚㷆 䞥䎚㗋 䎚㷆 䛥㣰 㷆㳌䥔䎚䌀 䛥㣰 䥔䎚㗋䛥㓚 䎚㳌䕄 䖇㴋䞥䛥 䛥㓚䥔䯟 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䞥㴋㗋䥔 䎚䖇䎚㴋㳌㷆䛥 䙽䥔㺡㷆' 㵱㴋㷆㓚䥔㷆䮫
䗖㣰㗋 䛥㓚㴋㷆䉱 㓚䥔 㵱䎚㷆 䶯㺡㳌㴋㷆㓚䥔䕄 䎚㳌䕄 㓚䎚䕄 㓚㴋㷆 㴋㳌㳌䎚㗋䕄㷆 䥔䎚䛥䥔㳌 䛬㬯 䎚 䛬㴋㗋䕄 䥔㴱䥔㗋㬯 䕄䎚㬯 䞥㣰㗋 㬯䥔䎚㗋㷆䮫
㸧㳌䕄 㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 㵱䎚㷆 㷆䛥㴋䗏䗏 䎚 䛥㴋䛥䎚㳌䮫 㞈㓚㴋䗏䥔 㓚䥔 㵱䎚㷆㳌'䛥 㳌䥔䕅䥔㷆㷆䎚㗋㴋䗏㬯 䛥㓚䥔 㷆䛥㗋㣰㳌䖇䥔㷆䛥䉱 㓚䥔 㵱䎚㷆 䕄䥔䞥㴋㳌㴋䛥䥔䗏㬯 䯟㣰㗋䥔 䶯㣰㵱䥔㗋䞥㺡䗏 䛥㓚䎚㳌 䯟㣰㷆䛥 䖇㣰䕄㷆䮫
㥹䥔㗋㓚䎚䶯㷆 㓚㴋㷆 㣰㳌䗏㬯 㗋䥔䎚䗏 䶯㣰䛥䥔㳌䛥㴋䎚䗏 䛥㓚㗋䥔䎚䛥 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄 䛬䥔 䙽䥔㺡㷆䉱 䎚㳌䕄 䛥㓚䥔㗋䥔 㵱䥔㗋䥔 㵱䎚㬯㷆 䛥㣰 䌀䥔䥔䶯 䛥㓚䥔 㣰㴱䥔㗋䖇㗋㣰㵱㳌 䯟䎚㳌䜖䛬䎚䛬㬯 㴋㳌 䕅㓚䥔䕅䌀 㴋䞥 㵱㣰㗋㷆䛥 䕅䎚䯟䥔 䛥㣰 㵱㣰㗋㷆䛥䮫
㱂㺡䛥 㵱㓚䎚䛥 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄 䛥㓚䥔 䯟䎚㳌 㵱㓚㣰 㵱䎚㷆 䎚䕅䛥㺡䎚䗏䗏㬯 㳌㣰䯟㴋㳌䎚䛥䥔䕄 㓚䎚㴱䥔 䛥㣰 㷆䎚㬯㸖
㶧䥔䎚䕄㷆 㷆㵱㴋㴱䥔䗏䥔䕄 㴋㳌 㣰㳌䥔 䕄㴋㗋䥔䕅䛥㴋㣰㳌 㴋㳌 䕄㗋㣰㴱䥔㷆䮫
䱄㓚䥔㬯 䌀㳌䥔㵱 䛬䥔䛥䛥䥔㗋 䛥㓚䎚㳌 䎚㳌㬯㣰㳌䥔 㲞㺡㷆䛥 㓚㣰㵱 䛬䎚䕄 䍐㗋㣰㳌㣰㷆 㵱䎚㷆 䖇䥔䛥䛥㴋㳌䖇䮫 䏟䥔䥔㴋㳌䖇 㓚㴋䯟 䖇䥔䛥 䕅㓚㣰䶯䶯䥔䕄 㴋㳌䛥㣰 䶯㴋䥔䕅䥔㷆 䎚㳌䕄 䞥䥔䕄 䛥㣰 䎚 䞥䥔㗋䎚䗏䉱 䎚䗏䛬䥔㴋䛥 䕅㺡䛥䥔䉱 䛬䎚䛥 䖇㣰䕄 㵱䎚㷆 㲞㺡㷆䛥 䎚㷆 㺡㳌㷆㺡㗋䶯㗋㴋㷆㴋㳌䖇 䎚㷆 㴋䛥 㵱䎚㷆 㺡㳌䯟㣰㴱㴋㳌䖇䮫
㱂㺡䛥 㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆' 㳌㣰䯟㴋㳌䎚䛥㴋㣰㳌㸖 䱄㓚䎚䛥 㵱䎚㷆 䎚 䕄㴋䞥䞥䥔㗋䥔㳌䛥 䛥㓚㴋㳌䖇 䥔㳌䛥㴋㗋䥔䗏㬯䮫䮫䮫
"㱂㗋㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋䮫 㱂㗋㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋䉱 㵱䎚䌀䥔 㺡䶯䮫"
㸧䛥䗏䎚㷆 㳌㺡䕄䖇䥔䕄 䎚 㷆䗏䥔䥔䶯㴋㳌䖇 䯟䎚㳌 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䎚 䖇㗋䎚㬯㴋㳌䖇 䕅㓚㣰䕅㣰䗏䎚䛥䥔 䛬䥔䎚㗋䕄 䎚㳌䕄 䎚 㓚䥔䎚䕄 㣰䞥 䯟䎚䛥䕅㓚㴋㳌䖇 䕅㺡㗋䗏㬯 㓚䎚㴋㗋䮫
㶧䥔 㵱㣰㗋䥔 䎚 㷆㴋䯟䶯䗏䥔 㵱㓚㴋䛥䥔 䛥㣰䖇䎚 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䖇㣰䗏䕄䥔㳌 䛬㗋䎚䯟䛬䗏䥔㷆 㴋㳌 㓚㴋㷆 㓚䎚㴋㗋䮫 㶧㴋㷆 㣰䗏㴋㴱䥔 㷆䌀㴋㳌 㵱䎚㷆 䛥䎚㳌㳌䥔䕄 䎚㳌䕄 䖇䗏㴋㷆䛥䥔㳌㴋㳌䖇 䗏㴋䌀䥔 䛬㗋㣰㳌㝡䥔 㺡㳌䕄䥔㗋 䛥㓚䥔 䯟㣰㗋㳌㴋㳌䖇 㷆㺡㳌䮫
㸧 䶯䎚㴋㗋 㣰䞥 䞥䗏㺡䞥䞥㬯 䥔䎚㗋䯟㺡䞥䞥㷆 䎚㳌䕄 䎚 㷆䗏䥔䥔䶯㴋㳌䖇 䯟䎚㷆䌀 䎚䕄㣰㗋㳌䥔䕄 㓚㴋㷆 䞥䎚䕅䥔䮫 㞈㓚䥔㳌 㓚㴋㷆 䛬㗋㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋 䛬䥔䖇䎚㳌 㷆㓚䎚䌀㴋㳌䖇 㓚㴋䯟䉱 㓚䥔 䖇㗋㣰䎚㳌䥔䕄 䎚㳌䕄 㺡㳌䕅㣰㴱䥔㗋䥔䕄 㣰㳌䗏㬯 㣰㳌䥔 䥔㬯䥔 䎚㳌䕄 䥔䎚㗋䮫
"㞈㓚䎚䛥䮫䮫㸖"
"㞈䎚䌀䥔 㺡䶯䮫"
"㲹㣰㳌'䛥 㵱㣰㗋㗋㬯䉱 㴋䛥'㷆 䎚䗏㗋䥔䎚䕄㬯 㣰㴱䥔㗋䮫"
"䒦㓚䉱 䖇㣰㣰䕄 䛥㓚䥔㳌䮫 䏟㣰 㵱㓚㣰'㷆 䖇䥔䛥䛥㴋㳌䖇 䛥㓚䥔 䛥㓚㗋㣰㳌䥔 㳌㣰㵱䉱 䛥㓚䥔 㷆䥔㗋㴋䎚䗏 㗋䎚䶯㴋㷆䛥 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䕄䎚䕄䕄㬯 㴋㷆㷆㺡䥔㷆 㣰㗋 䛥㓚䥔 㓚䎚䛬㴋䛥㺡䎚䗏 㷆㓚㺡䛥䜖㴋㳌 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䥔㴱䥔㗋㬯䛥㓚㴋㳌䖇 㴋㷆㷆㺡䥔㷆㸖"
"䒦䞥 䕅㣰㺡㗋㷆䥔䉱 㴙 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄㳌'䛥 䛬䥔 㣰䶯䶯㣰㷆䥔䕄 䛥㣰 䛥㓚䥔 㴋䕄䥔䎚 㣰䞥 䛥㓚䥔 㬯㣰㺡㳌䖇 㸧䛥㓚䥔㳌䎚 㗋㺡㳌㳌㴋㳌䖇 䕄䥔㷆䶯㴋䛥䥔 㓚䥔㗋䮫䮫䮫 㞈䎚㴋䛥䉱 㵱㓚䎚䛥㸖"
"䱄㓚䥔㬯 㵱䎚㳌䛥 㬯㣰㺡 䛥㣰 㷆㴋䛥 㣰㳌 䛥㓚䥔 䛥㓚㗋㣰㳌䥔 㣰䞥 㘢㣰㺡㳌䛥 䒦䗏㬯䯟䶯㺡㷆䮫 䕒䥔䎚䕄 䛥㓚䥔 䵂㗋䥔䥔䌀㷆 䎚䖇䎚㴋㳌㷆䛥 㵱㓚䎚䛥'㷆 䕅㣰䯟㴋㳌䖇䮫"
㶧䥔 䛥㺡㗋㳌䥔䕄 䛬䎚䕅䌀 䛥㣰 㸧䛥䗏䎚㷆 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䎚㳌 䎚䖇㓚䎚㷆䛥 䗏㣰㣰䌀 㣰㳌 㓚㴋㷆 䞥䎚䕅䥔䮫
"䱄㓚䥔㬯'㗋䥔 㲞㣰䌀㴋㳌䖇䮫"
㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 䛥㺡㗋㳌䥔䕄 䛬䎚䕅䌀 䛥㣰 䛥㓚䥔 䕅㗋㣰㵱䕄䮫
"䵂㣰 䞥㺡䕅䌀 㬯㣰㺡㗋㷆䥔䗏㴱䥔㷆䮫"
"㸧㵱㵱䉱 䛥㓚䎚䛥'㷆 㳌㣰䛥 㴱䥔㗋㬯 㳌㴋䕅䥔 㣰䞥 㬯㣰㺡䉱 㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆䮫 㭛㣰㺡㗋 䞥䥔䗏䗏㣰㵱 䛥㗋㴋䛬䥔㷆䯟䥔㳌 䎚㗋䥔 䛥㺡㗋㳌㴋㳌䖇 䛥㣰 㬯㣰㺡 㴋㳌 䛥㓚䥔㴋㗋 䛥㴋䯟䥔 㣰䞥 㳌䥔䥔䕄䮫"
㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 䶯㺡䗏䗏䥔䕄 㣰䞥䞥 㓚㴋㷆 㷆䗏䥔䥔䶯 䯟䎚㷆䌀 䎚㳌䕄 䖇䗏䎚㗋䥔䕄 䕄㣰㵱㳌 䎚䛥 䎚 䕅䥔㗋䛥䎚㴋㳌 㷆䕅䎚䗏䥔䕄 䖇㣰䕄䕄䥔㷆㷆䮫
"㴙 㗋䥔㷆䥔㳌䛥 䛥㓚䎚䛥 䎚䕅䕅㺡㷆䎚䛥㴋㣰㳌䮫" 䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 㗋㣰䗏䗏䥔䕄 㓚䥔㗋 䥔㬯䥔㷆䮫 "㴙 㵱䎚㷆㳌'䛥 䛥㓚䥔 㣰㳌䥔 䛥㣰 㳌㣰䯟㴋㳌䎚䛥䥔 㬯㣰㺡䜖 䏟㓚㴋㴱䎚 㵱䎚㷆䮫 㴙 㓚䎚㴱䥔 㳌㣰䛥㓚㴋㳌䖇 䛥㣰 䕄㣰 㵱㴋䛥㓚 㓚㣰㵱 䛥㓚䥔 䶯䎚㳌䛥㓚䥔㣰㳌㷆 䎚䶯䶯㣰㴋㳌䛥 䛥㓚䥔㴋㗋 䗏䥔䎚䕄䥔㗋㷆䮫"
"㲹㣰㳌'䛥 䖇㴋㴱䥔 䯟䥔 䛥㓚䎚䛥䮫 㱂㬯 䕄㣰㴋㳌䖇 㳌㣰䛥㓚㴋㳌䖇䉱 㬯㣰㺡'㗋䥔 㷆㴋䖇㳌㴋䞥㬯㴋㳌䖇 㬯㣰㺡㗋 䎚䕅䕅䥔䶯䛥䎚㳌䕅䥔 㣰䞥 䛥㓚㴋㷆 㣰㺡䛥䕅㣰䯟䥔䮫 㞈䥔'㴱䥔 䎚䗏䗏 㷆䥔䥔㳌 䛬㬯 㳌㣰㵱 䛥㓚䎚䛥 㴋䞥 㬯㣰㺡 䎚㗋䥔㳌'䛥 㷆䎚䛥㴋㷆䞥㴋䥔䕄 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䎚 䞥㴋䖇㺡㗋䥔㓚䥔䎚䕄 䛥㓚䥔㳌 㬯㣰㺡 㵱㴋䗏䗏 㓚䎚㴱䥔 䛥㓚䥔䯟 㓚䎚䕅䌀䥔䕄 䛥㣰 䛬㴋䛥㷆 䎚㳌䕄 㗋䥔䶯䗏䎚䕅䥔䕄䮫"
"䵂㗋㗋䮫䮫䮫"
㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 㓚䎚䕄 㳌䥔㴱䥔㗋 䕅䎚㗋䥔䕄 䞥㣰㗋 䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚䮫 㸧㳌䕄 㓚䥔 䕄㴋䕄㳌'䛥 䥔䆨䎚䕅䛥䗏㬯 䖇㣰 䎚㗋㣰㺡㳌䕄 㓚㴋䕄㴋㳌䖇 㓚㴋㷆 䕄㴋㷆䕄䎚㴋㳌 䥔㴋䛥㓚䥔㗋䮫
㱂㺡䛥 䯟㣰㷆䛥 㣰䞥 䎚䗏䗏䉱 䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 䕄㴋䕄 㳌㣰䛥 㷆䥔䥔 䛥㓚䥔 䶯㺡㗋㷆㺡㴋䛥 㣰䞥 䌀㳌㣰㵱䗏䥔䕄䖇䥔 䎚㷆 䎚㳌 䎚㴱䥔㳌㺡䥔 䛥㓚䎚䛥 㷆㓚㣰㺡䗏䕄 䛬䥔 㷆㓚䎚㗋䥔䕄 䎚㳌䕄 㵱䎚䗏䌀䥔䕄 䕄㣰㵱㳌 䛬㬯 䯟䎚㳌㬯䮫
㸧㳌㬯䛥㓚㴋㳌䖇 㷆㓚䥔 䕄㴋㷆䕅㣰㴱䥔㗋䥔䕄䉱 㷆㓚䥔 䌀䥔䶯䛥 䛥㣰 㓚䥔㗋㷆䥔䗏䞥 䎚㳌䕄 㓚䥔㗋 䶯䥔㣰䶯䗏䥔䮫 䏟㓚䥔 䕄㴋䕄㳌'䛥 㷆㓚䎚㗋䥔 㴋䛥 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䎚㳌㬯㣰㳌䥔 㣰㺡䛥㷆㴋䕄䥔 㣰䞥 䱄䥔㓚㣰䯟䮫
㱂㺡䛥 㷆㓚䥔 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄 㳌䥔㴱䥔㗋䮫 䜫㣰䛥 䛬䥔䕅䎚㺡㷆䥔 㷆㓚䥔 䞥䥔䎚㗋䥔䕄 䛥㓚䥔 䶯㣰䛥䥔㳌䛥㴋䎚䗏 㗋䎚䯟㴋䞥㴋䕅䎚䛥㴋㣰㳌㷆䮫 㱂㺡䛥 䛬䥔䕅䎚㺡㷆䥔 䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 䕄㴋䕄㳌'䛥 䕅䎚㗋䥔 䎚䛬㣰㺡䛥 䎚㳌㬯 㓚㺡䯟䎚㳌 㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋 䛥㓚䎚㳌 䛥㓚䥔 䛥㵱㣰 䕄䎚㺡䖇㓚䛥䥔㗋㷆 䛥㓚䎚䛥 㷆㓚䥔 㓚䎚䕄䮫
䨯㴱䥔㗋㬯㣰㳌䥔 䥔䗏㷆䥔 䕅㣰㺡䗏䕄 㲞㺡㷆䛥 䗏㴋䥔 䕄㣰㵱㳌 䎚㳌䕄 䕄㺡䥔 䞥㣰㗋 䎚䗏䗏 㷆㓚䥔 䕅䎚㗋䥔䕄䮫
"㞈䥔䗏䗏 䖇䥔䥔䜖䖇㣰䗏䗏㬯䉱 㴙 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄 䕅䥔㗋䛥䎚㴋㳌䗏㬯 㓚㣰䶯䥔 䛥㓚䎚䛥 㬯㣰㺡 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄䉱 䥔㴱䥔㳌 䛥㓚㣰㺡䖇㓚 㴙 䕄㴋䕄㳌'䛥 䎚㷆䌀䮫 㭛㣰㺡㗋 䞥䥔䗏䗏㣰㵱 䵂㗋䥔䥔䌀㷆 䕄䥔㷆䶯䥔㗋䎚䛥䥔䗏㬯 㳌䥔䥔䕄 㬯㣰㺡㗋 㷆䛥䥔䎚䕄䞥䎚㷆䛥 䗏䥔䎚䕄䥔㗋㷆㓚㴋䶯䮫" 䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 䛬䗏㴋㳌䌀䥔䕄 㓚䥔㗋 䛬㴋䖇 㗋㣰㺡㳌䕄 䥔㬯䥔㷆 㴋㳌㳌㣰䕅䥔㳌䛥䗏㬯䮫
㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 䞥䥔䗏䛥 㓚㴋㷆 䛬䗏㣰㣰䕄 䛬㣰㴋䗏㴋㳌䖇䮫
"䒦䞥 䕅㣰㺡㗋㷆䥔 䛥㓚䥔㗋䥔 䎚㗋䥔䉱 䛬㺡䛥 㺡㳌䞥㣰㗋䛥㺡㳌䎚䛥䥔䗏㬯 㵱䥔 㳌䥔䥔䕄 㷆㣰䯟䥔㣰㳌䥔 㴋㳌㷆㴋䕄䥔 䛥㓚䥔 䵂㗋䥔䥔䌀 䶯䎚㳌䛥㓚䥔㣰㳌 䛥㣰 䕄㣰 㴋䛥䉱 䎚㳌䕄 䶯㴋䕅䌀㴋㳌䖇㷆 䎚㗋䥔 㷆䗏㴋䯟 䛥㓚䥔㗋䥔䮫"
䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 㗋䥔䯟䎚㴋㳌䥔䕄 㺡㳌䛬㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋䥔䕄 䎚㷆 㳌䥔䎚㗋䗏㬯 䥔㴱䥔㗋㬯 䵂㗋䥔䥔䌀 䕄䥔㴋䛥㬯 㴋㳌 䎚䛥䛥䥔㳌䕄䎚㳌䕅䥔 㷆㓚㣰䛥 㓚䥔㗋 䎚 䕄㴋㗋䛥㬯 䖇䗏䎚㗋䥔䮫
䱄㓚䥔 䕄㴋㗋䛥㬯 䗏㣰㣰䌀㷆 㲞㺡㷆䛥 㴋㳌䛥䥔㳌㷆㴋䞥㴋䥔䕄 䞥㺡㗋䛥㓚䥔㗋䮫
䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 㷆㺡䕄䕄䥔㳌䗏㬯 䞥䥔䗏䛥 䎚 䛥㺡䖇 㣰㳌 㓚䥔㗋 䕄㗋䥔㷆㷆䮫
䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 䶯㴋㳌䕅㓚䥔䕄 㓚䥔㗋 䕄䎚㺡䖇㓚䛥䥔㗋䮫 '㲹㣰㳌'䛥 䛥䎚䗏䌀 䎚䛬㣰㺡䛥 㬯㣰㺡㗋 䯟㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋 䗏㴋䌀䥔 䛥㓚䎚䛥䉱 㷆㓚䥔 㴋㷆 㣰㳌䥔 㣰䞥 䛥㓚䥔 䗏㣰㴱䥔㷆 㣰䞥 䯟㬯 䗏㴋䞥䥔 䎚㳌䕄 㬯㣰㺡 㵱㴋䗏䗏 㗋䥔㷆䶯䥔䕅䛥 㓚䥔㗋䮫'
䜫㺡䛬㴋䎚 䛬䗏㴋㳌䌀䥔䕄 㷆㣰 䯟䎚㳌㬯 䛥㴋䯟䥔㷆 䛥㓚䎚䛥 㓚䥔㗋 䥔㬯䥔䗏䎚㷆㓚䥔㷆 䕅㣰㺡䗏䕄'㴱䥔 䞥䗏㺡䛥䛥䥔㗋䥔䕄 䎚㵱䎚㬯䮫
"䱄㴋䛥䎚㳌 㣰䞥 䗖㣰㗋䥔䛥㓚㣰㺡䖇㓚䛥䮫 䵂㴋䞥䛥䥔㗋 㣰䞥 䗖䗏䎚䯟䥔䮫" 䏟㓚㴋㴱䎚 㷆㺡䕄䕄䥔㳌䗏㬯 㷆䎚㴋䕄䮫
㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 䛥㺡㗋㳌䥔䕄 㓚㴋㷆 䖇䎚㝡䥔 䛥㣰㵱䎚㗋䕄㷆 䛥㓚䥔 䛬䗏㺡䥔䜖㷆䌀㴋㳌㳌䥔䕄 䖇㣰䕄䉱 䎚㳌䕄 㓚䥔 㴋䯟䯟䥔䕄㴋䎚䛥䥔䗏㬯 㵱䎚㴱䥔䕄 㓚㴋㷆 㓚䎚㳌䕄 㴋㳌 䕄㴋㷆㴋㳌䛥䥔㗋䥔㷆䛥䮫 "㴙'㴱䥔 㳌㣰 㳌䥔䥔䕄 䞥㣰㗋 䞥䗏㣰㵱䥔㗋㬯 㵱㣰㗋䕄㷆 㣰㗋 䕅䥔㗋䥔䯟㣰㳌㴋䥔㷆䉱 㲹䥔㷆䛥㗋㣰㬯䥔㗋䮫 䏟䶯䥔䎚䌀 䶯䗏䎚㴋㳌䗏㬯 㴋䞥 㬯㣰㺡 㓚㣰䶯䥔 䛥㣰 䕅㓚䎚㳌䖇䥔 䯟㬯 䯟㴋㳌䕄 䎚䛥 䎚䗏䗏䮫"
"㭛㣰㺡 䕄㣰㳌'䛥 㺡㳌䕄䥔㗋㷆䛥䎚㳌䕄㸖" 㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 㷆䕅㣰䞥䞥䥔䕄䮫
㶧䥔 䗏㣰㣰䌀䥔䕄 䎚㗋㣰㺡㳌䕄 䎚䛥 䛥㓚䥔 㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋 䵂㗋䥔䥔䌀 䕄䥔㴋䛥㴋䥔㷆 㴋㳌 䛥㓚䥔 㷆䛥䎚㳌䕄㷆 㵱㴋䛥㓚 㓚㴋䯟 䎚㳌䕄 㓚㴋㷆 䕄㴋㷆䖇㺡㷆䛥 䎚㳌䕄 䕄㴋㷆㴋㳌䛥䥔㗋䥔㷆䛥 㣰㳌䗏㬯 㓚䥔㴋䖇㓚䛥䥔㳌䥔䕄䮫
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㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 㵱䎚㷆 䞥䎚㴋㗋䗏㬯 㗋䥔㷆䶯䥔䕅䛥䥔䕄 䛬㬯 䛥㓚䥔 䵂㗋䥔䥔䌀㷆 䛬䥔䞥㣰㗋䥔 䎚䗏䗏 㣰䞥 䛥㓚㴋㷆䮫 㶧䥔 䥔㴱䥔㳌 㓚䎚䕄 㷆㣰䯟䥔 䎚䕄䯟㴋㗋䥔㗋㷆 䛥㣰㣰䮫
㲹䥔㴋䛥㴋䥔㷆 㵱䥔㗋䥔 㳌㣰㵱 䯟㣰㗋䥔 㴋㳌䕅䗏㴋㳌䥔䕄 䛥㣰 䛥䎚䌀䥔 䛥㓚䥔㴋㗋 䕅㓚䎚㳌䕅䥔㷆 㵱㴋䛥㓚 䍐㴋㳌䖇 㸸䎚䶯㴋㷆䛥 㣰㗋 䍐㴋㳌䖇 䨯䕄䖇䥔䗏㣰㗋䕄䮫
䏟㓚㴋㴱䎚 䎚㳌䕄 䕒䎚㴋䎚䗏㓚 㷆䥔䥔䯟䥔䕄 䎚䯟㺡㷆䥔䕄 䛬㬯 㓚㴋㷆 㗋䥔䎚㷆㣰㳌㷆 䞥㣰㗋 㗋䥔䞥㺡㷆䎚䗏䮫
䏟㓚㴋㴱䎚 㳌㣰䕄䕄䥔䕄 㴋㳌 䎚䖇㗋䥔䥔䯟䥔㳌䛥䮫 "㴙䞥 㬯㣰㺡 㵱䥔㗋䥔 䛥㣰 䛬䥔 䌀㴋㳌䖇 㣰䞥 䒦䗏㬯䯟䶯㺡㷆䉱 䛥㓚䥔㳌 㬯㣰㺡'䕄 䛬䥔 䞥㗋䥔䥔 䛥㣰 䕅㓚䎚㳌䖇䥔 䛥㓚䥔 䕅㺡䗏䛥㺡㗋䥔 䛥㣰 㷆㺡㴋䛥 㬯㣰㺡㗋 㴋䕄䥔䎚䗏㷆 㓚㣰㵱䥔㴱䥔㗋 㬯㣰㺡 㵱㴋㷆㓚䮫"
㸧㷆 㷆䯟䎚㗋䛥 䎚㷆 㥹㗋㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚䥔㺡㷆 䎚䕅䛥㺡䎚䗏䗏㬯 㵱䎚㷆䉱 㴋䛥 㵱䎚㷆 䕅䗏䥔䎚㗋 䛥㓚䎚䛥 䛥㓚㴋㷆 䶯䎚㗋䛥㴋䕅㺡䗏䎚㗋 䗏㴋㳌䥔 㣰䞥 䛥㓚㴋㳌䌀㴋㳌䖇 㓚䎚䕄 㳌䥔㴱䥔㗋 㲖㺡㴋䛥䥔 䕅㗋㣰㷆㷆䥔䕄 㓚㴋㷆 䯟㴋㳌䕄 䛬䥔䞥㣰㗋䥔䮫
㶧䥔 䕅㣰㺡䗏䕄 䯟㣰䗏䕄 䛥㓚䥔 䶯䎚㳌䛥㓚䥔㣰㳌䮫 㥹䥔㗋㓚䎚䶯㷆 䯟䎚䌀䥔 䛥㓚䥔㷆䥔 䖇㣰䕄㷆 䎚 䛬㴋䛥 䯟㣰㗋䥔 䗏㴋䌀䥔 㓚㺡䯟䎚㳌㷆䮫䮫㩜
㴙䛥 㵱䎚㷆 䎚 㴱䥔㗋㬯 䞥䎚㗋䜖㣰㺡䛥 㴋䕄䥔䎚 䛥㓚䎚䛥 㳌㣰䛥 䯟䎚㳌㬯 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄 㓚䎚㴱䥔 䕄䎚㗋䥔䕄 䛥㣰 䥔㳌䛥䥔㗋䛥䎚㴋㳌䉱 䛬㺡䛥 㴋䞥 㓚䥔 㵱䥔㗋䥔 䌀㴋㳌䖇䉱 䛥㓚䥔㳌 㵱㓚㣰 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄 㷆䛥㣰䶯 㓚㴋䯟㸖
䨯㴱䥔㗋㬯㣰㳌䥔 䗏䥔䛥 䍐㗋㣰㳌㣰㷆 㗋㺡㳌 䎚㗋㣰㺡㳌䕄 䕄㣰㴋㳌䖇 㵱㓚䎚䛥䥔㴱䥔㗋 䛥㓚䥔 㓚䥔䗏䗏 㓚䥔 㵱䎚㳌䛥䥔䕄䉱 㷆㣰 㵱㓚㬯 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄㳌'䛥 㓚䥔 䛬䥔 㵱㣰㗋䛥㓚㬯 㣰䞥 䛥㓚䥔 㷆䎚䯟䥔㸖
㸧㳌䕄 䛬䥔㷆㴋䕄䥔㷆䉱 䛥㓚䥔 䶯㣰䛥䥔㳌䛥㴋䎚䗏 㺡䶯㷆㴋䕄䥔㷆 㵱䥔㗋䥔 䯟㣰㗋䥔 䛥㓚䎚㳌 㲞㺡㷆䛥 䎚 䗏㴋䛥䛥䗏䥔 䛥䎚㳌䛥䎚䗏㴋㝡㴋㳌䖇 䛥㣰 䛥㓚㴋㳌䌀 䎚䛬㣰㺡䛥䮫
"䮫䮫䮫䗖㺡䕅䌀 㴋䛥 䛥㓚䥔㳌䮫"
"㴙'䗏䗏 䎚䕅䕅䥔䶯䛥㩜"
䱄㓚䥔 㓚䎚䛥䥔䜖䞥㴋䗏䗏䥔䕄 䖇䎚㝡䥔㷆 㣰䞥 㳌䥔䎚㗋䗏㬯 䥔㴱䥔㗋㬯 䵂㗋䥔䥔䌀 䕄䥔㴋䛥㬯 㴋㳌䛥䥔㳌㷆㴋䞥㴋䥔䕄䮫
䱄㓚䥔㬯 㓚㣰䶯䥔䕄 䛥㓚䎚䛥 䕒䎚㴋䗏䎚㓚 㵱㣰㺡䗏䕄㳌'䛥 䛬㣰䗏䛥 䛬䥔䞥㣰㗋䥔 䛥㓚䥔㬯 䕅㣰㺡䗏䕄 䛬䥔䖇 㓚䥔㗋 䛥㣰 䗏䥔䛥 䛥㓚䥔䯟 䯟㣰㴱䥔䮫
"㞈䥔䗏䗏䉱 㳌㣰㵱 䛥㓚䎚䛥 䛥㓚䎚䛥'㷆 䕄㣰㳌䥔…"
㶧䥔 䛥㺡㗋㳌䥔䕄 㓚㴋㷆 㓚䥔䎚䕄 䛥㣰 䛥㓚䥔 㷆䌀㬯 䎚㳌䕄 䛥㓚䥔 䕄㗋䎚䖇㣰㳌㷆 䞥䗏㬯㴋㳌䖇 䎚㗋㣰㺡㳌䕄 㴋㳌 㴋䛥䮫
㞈㴋䛥㓚 㣰㳌䥔 䛥䥔䗏䥔䶯䎚䛥㓚㴋䕅 㵱㣰㗋䕄 䞥㗋㣰䯟 㓚㴋䯟䉱 䛥㓚䥔 䕄㗋䎚䖇㣰㳌㷆 㷆䛥䎚㗋䛥䥔䕄 䕄䥔㷆䕅䥔㳌䕄㴋㳌䖇 㣰㺡䛥 㣰䞥 䛥㓚䥔 㷆䌀㬯 㣰㳌䥔 䎚䞥䛥䥔㗋 䛥㓚䥔 㣰䛥㓚䥔㗋䮫 䫏䥔㗋䛥䎚㴋㳌 䛬㗋㴋䖇䎚䕄䥔㷆 䗏䎚㳌䕄䥔䕄 㴋㳌 䞥㗋㣰㳌䛥 㣰䞥 䕅䥔㗋䛥䎚㴋㳌 䶯䎚㳌䛥㓚䥔㣰㳌㷆 䎚㳌䕄 㴋㳌㷆䶯㴋㗋䥔䕄 䗏㣰㣰䌀㷆 㣰䞥 䎚㵱䥔䮫
䒦㴱䥔㗋 䛥㓚䥔 㳌䥔䆨䛥 㷆䥔㴱䥔㗋䎚䗏 㵱䥔䥔䌀㷆䉱 䛥㓚䥔㬯 䎚㗋䥔 䖇㣰㴋㳌䖇 䛥㣰 䕄䥔䞥䥔㳌䕄 䎚㳌䕄 䛥䥔䎚䕅㓚 㬯㣰㺡䉱 㺡㳌䛥㴋䗏 䛥㓚䥔㬯 䛬䥔䗏㴋䥔㴱䥔 䛥㓚䎚䛥 㬯㣰㺡㗋 䎚㗋䯟㴋䥔㷆 䕅䎚㳌 䎚䕄䥔㲖㺡䎚䛥䥔䗏㬯 䕄䥔䞥䥔㳌䕄 䛥㓚䥔䯟㷆䥔䗏㴱䥔㷆䮫
㭛㣰㺡 䯟䎚㬯 㵱䎚㳌䛥 䛥㣰 䶯㗋䎚㬯 䞥㣰㗋 䛥㓚䥔䯟䮫 㘢㬯 䎚㗋䯟㴋䥔㷆 㓚䎚㴱䥔 㷆䶯䥔㳌䛥 㷆㣰 㴱䥔㗋㬯 䗏㣰㳌䖇 㵱㴋䛥㓚㣰㺡䛥 㷆㣰䯟䥔䛥㓚㴋㳌䖇 䛥㣰 䕄㣰 䛥㓚䎚䛥 䛥㓚䥔㬯 䯟䎚㬯 䛬䥔䕅㣰䯟䥔 䎚 䛥䎚䕄 䛬㴋䛥… 㣰㴱䥔㗋䥔䆨䕅㴋䛥䥔䕄䮫䮫"
I'm going to get back to double uploading again I just been really tired from work ngl.
What do you think?
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