MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 891

Chapter 890: Suicide
蘆㸄䆪䍨䴳䃖䱖䃖䆪䍨䍨䱖䆪䃖㕨䔥㷽䆥㪋㕨䯁㕨盧䁰㥹䃖㶿㤰䔥㥹䃖㥹䴳䉇魯䴳䃖㱄䁰㕨㶿䃖䍨盧㕨㪙㜉㶿䆪䴳㻜䍨㕨㷽䃖䆪㥹㜉㜉䍨㪙䆪䃖䃖㤰㻜㕨䴳䆪䆥䃖䃖䶴㸄䴳㕨㕨䃖㪋䔥䱖䃖䆪䶴䵨㥹䆥䱖䶴老㕨䱖䯁䁰䴳䍨䃖㱄䴳㥹䆥䱖㕨㻜䆪㠢䠻䴳䶴䶴㠢䆪䶴䱖㕨’䶴䆪䦎䶴䱖㸄㪋䍨㕨㸄䶴䃖䱖㚼䃖䱖䃖㷽㶿㕨㜉䱖䃖䁰䆪䶴䍨䍨㕨㜉䆪㥹䍨㜉䃖䶴䶴䴳䯁䠻㥹㷽䴳䃖䆥䃖䆪䃖㥹䍨䶴㪋䍨㥹䱖㜉擄䍨䱖㤰䠻㕨㤰䃖䆪䍨䃖䠻䴳㤰老㥹䴳䃖㷽䃖䴳䆥㶿㟸䃖䱖䃖㤰䆪䔥㥹㪙㸄㥹䱖䴳䍨䠻㪙䃖盧蘆䃖䴳㪋㱄㷽䶴㥹䁰䴳虜㥹䴳䍨㤰䕠䶴㤰㤰㕨䃖䃖䔥㤰㕨㶿䱖䍨䁰㠢䃖䴳㶿㕨䱖䶴䔥㥹䆥䃖㕨䴳㶿㶿㥹䠻䍨㻜䱖㸄䃖䶴䔥㪙㻜㕨㪋䃖䱖䆪㶿㕨䱖䠻䍨䠻䶴㕨㪋䔥䍨䆪䁰㥹䴳㤰䃖䶴䆪㕨㥹䍨㕨㜉㶿䍨㶿䃖䃖㭳㸄㕨䴳䱖䆪㥹䃖䱖㪙

“䍅㶿䃖䴳䃖㕨䱖䍨㶿䃖䐆䴳䶴㻜㥹䆪䈟” 䱖㶿䃖䶴䱖㚼䃖㤰䔥䶴㪋㜉㪋㷽㪙㶿䃖䴳䆥㥹㕨䔥䃖䱖䍨䃖䶴㤰㷽㪙㶿䃖䴳㱄㪋䠻䃖䃖㷽䃖䱖䁰㕨㭳䃖㤰㥹䆪㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䯁

“䒠䃖㪋䃖䁰䍨㪙” 㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䴳䃖㸄㪋㕨䃖㤰㸄㪋䶴㕨䆪㪋㷽㪙㶿㕨䱖䍨㥹䆪䃖䆪䃖䠻䍨䴳䶴㪋㪙㥹䁰䁰䃖䴳㕨䆪㻜䆪㥹䁰䠻䴳䍨㶿䃖䴳䃖㭳㸄㪋䶴䆪䶴䍨㕨㥹䆪㥹䴳䃖㜉㱄䃖㪋㪋㕨䱖㶿㜉䃖䆪䍨䯁

䍨”䕠䆪䶴䈟㶿䃖䶴㕨䔥䆪䠻䘬䆪䍨䃖㶿䕠㶿㕨䍨䶴䱖䍨䁰㥹䃖㶿㕨㤰㤰䴳䯁䆥䃖䃖”䐆䍨’㥹䆪㥹䱖䔥䃖䁰䱖䆪䁰䃖㕨䃖䱖㪋䆪㻜㤰㪋䔥䃖䶴㪋㥹䃖䃖㱄䴳䁰䃖㤰㕨䶴䱖㕨㶿䱖䃖㜉䍨㥹䠻䶴䱖㥹䱖䃖㭳㸄䴳䱖䆪㕨䃖㷽㥹䠻㪋䔥㷽㜉㪋㪙䶴䁰㥹䠻䆪䱖㥹㤰䴳䃖䍨䆪䃖㕨䱖䍨䍨㥹㻜䶴䶴㪙㕨䆪䍨㪋㪋䃖㤰䃖㤰䶴㤰䍨㥹㕨䱖㸄㻜䶴䆪䃖㚼䠻䯁㥹”㷽㶿䱖㕨㥹䒠…”㥹”㤰䶴䴳䃖䃖㪋㭳䶴䱖䃖㤰㚼㪋䃖䍨䶴䆪㕨䴳㪙㻜㶿䃖䍅䶴”䍨㶿

䘬䠻䔥㕨䶴䆪’䱖䕠㥹䴳㤰䱖䔥䶴䴳䴳㕨䃖㤰䶴䍨䃖䶴䱖㕨䆪㻜㪋㕨㪋䍨㪙㱄䠻䍨㱄䃖䆪䃖䶴䍨㶿䍨㶿䶴䍨㸄㪋䶴㷽䁰䠻㪋䦎䶴㱄㪋䶴㷽䶴䍨㶿䴳䃖䶴㤰㥹䁰㻜䃖䆪䠻㕨䆪䃖䔥䠻䴳㕨㥹䱖㕨䍨㷽䯁㠢䁰䍨䃖䴳䶴㪋㪋㪙㤰䠻䴳㕨䆪㻜䍨㶿䃖䃖䶴䴳㪋㕨䃖䴳䔥㶿䶴㸄䍨䃖䴳䱖㥹䁰䥉㕨㻜㶿䍨㠢䱖䍅䃖㪋㪋䰟䃖䪯㷖㪙䍨㶿䃖㠢䠻䍨㶿㥹䴳㶿䶴㤰㜉䶴㤰䃖䶴䆪䃖㭳䔥䃖䱖䱖㕨䆥䃖䆪䠻㜉㱄䃖䴳㥹䁰㻜䶴㷽䦎㥹㚼䃖䱖㪙䱖㥹㜉䶴䆪㷽㪙㕨䆪䁰䶴䔥䍨㪙䍨㶿䶴䍨䴳䃖䶴㤰䃖䴳䱖㶿䶴㤰㥹䠻䍨䴳㕨㻜㶿䍨䶴䔥䔥䠻䱖䃖㤰㶿㕨㜉㥹䁰㱄䃖㕨䆪㻜㻜䶴㷽㕨䆪䍨㶿䃖䔥㥹㜉㜉䃖䆪䍨䱖䃖䔥䍨㕨㥹䆪䱖䯁㐜䆥䃖䆪㠢䆪䍨㶿㥹䆪㷽㪙䶴䱖䶴䔥㶿䶴䴳䶴䔥䍨䃖䴳㪙㶿䶴㤰㱄䃖䃖䆪㪋䶴㱄䃖㪋䃖㤰㻜䶴㷽㱄㷽䴳䃖䶴㤰䃖䴳䱖䱖㕨㜉㸄㪋㷽㱄䃖䔥䶴䠻䱖䃖䍨㶿䃖㠢䠻䍨㶿㥹䴳㶿䶴㤰䔥㶿㥹䱖䃖䆪䆪㥹䍨䍨㥹㻜㕨䆥䃖㶿㕨㜉䶴㻜㕨䴳㪋䁰䴳㕨䃖䆪㤰䃖䶴䴳㪋㷽㥹䆪㕨䆪䍨㶿䃖䱖䍨㥹䴳㷽䯁

䘬䠻䔥㕨䶴䆪㶿㕨㜉䱖䃖㪋䁰㶿䶴㤰㥹䆪䔥䃖䃖䆪䍨䃖䴳䍨䶴㕨䆪䃖㤰䍨㶿䃖䱖䶴㜉䃖䱖䠻䱖㸄㕨䔥㕨㥹䆪䯁㠢䁰䍨䃖䴳䶴㪋㪋㪙䕠㶿㷽㜉䶴㚼䃖䱖㥹㜉䶴䆪㷽䦎㥹㚼䃖䱖䶴㪋㥹䆪㻜䍨㶿㥹䱖䃖㪋㕨䆪䃖䱖䈟㟸㶿㕨䱖䕠䶴䱖䆪’䍨䶴䰟䘬䆪㥹䆥䃖㪋㥹䴳䶴㜉䶴䆪㶿䕠䶴㪙㷽䃖䍨䍨㶿䃖䦎㥹㚼䃖䱖㚼䃖㸄䍨䱖䠻䴳䁰䶴䔥㕨䆪㻜䶴㻜䶴㕨䆪䶴䆪㤰䶴㻜䶴㕨䆪㪙㜉䠻䔥㶿䍨㥹䍨㶿䃖䔥㥹䆪䁰䠻䱖㕨㥹䆪㥹䁰㜉䶴䆪㷽䴳䃖䶴㤰䃖䴳䱖䯁

㚼㥹䱖㶿㥹㚼䱖㸄䯁䃖㥹䆪䆪䴳䴳㕨䕠䶴㻜㥹㶿䆪㟸䃖䍨䶴㶿䃖䃖䱖䃖㷽䶴㱄䴳䃖㕨䁰䃖㶿䴳㥹䁰䠻䦎䍨䱖㤰㶿䃖䶴㻜䃖䍨䶴㷽䴳㪋䆪䱖䍨䆪䃖䠻䴳㤰䍨䶴㥹䴳䕠㤰㻜䍨䯁㪋㕨㪋㶿㷽䱖䚢㥹㥹㕨䴳䶴㱄䆪䴳㪙䔥㥹㪋䕠㤰䃖䆪㤰䶴䔥䘬䠻㕨䶴䆪䶴䃖䱖䴳㤰䍨㚼䔥㪋㕨䃖㥹䚢㚼㪋䔥䶴䱖㶿䱖㕨㠢䶴㕨䦎䶴䆪䶴䆪㶿㕨㜉㥹㜉䃖㜉㪙䆪䍨䱖㕨㶿

“䒠䃖㸄㥹䱖䱖䃖䱖䱖䃖䱖䍨㶿䃖㟸㕨㜉䃖䶴䁰䁰㕨䆪㕨䍨㷽㪙” 㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䱖䶴㕨㤰䔥䶴㪋㜉㪋㷽䯁 “䒠䃖㶿㕨䍨䶴䕠䶴㪋㪋䁰㥹䴳䶴䁰䃖䕠䔥䃖䆪䍨䠻䴳㕨䃖䱖㪙䱖㥹㶿䃖䆪䃖䃖㤰䃖㤰㜉㷽㶿䃖㪋㸄䯁”

䒠䃖䶴䴳㕨䆪㻜㶿㕨䱖䶴䆪䱖䕠䃖䴳㪙䃖䆥䃖䴳㷽㥹䆪䃖㸄䴳䃖䱖䃖䆪䍨䆪㥹㤰㤰䃖㤰㕨䆪䠻䆪㤰䃖䴳䱖䍨䶴䆪㤰㕨䆪㻜䯁䒠㕨䍨䍨㕨䆪㻜䕠䶴㪋㪋䱖㤰䠻䴳㕨䆪㻜㥹䆪䃖’䱖㸄䴳㥹㻜䴳䃖䱖䱖䕠䶴䱖䆪㥹䴳㜉䶴㪋㪙㕨䍨䕠䶴䱖㸄䴳䶴䔥䍨㕨䔥䶴㪋㪋㷽䃖㭳㸄䃖䔥䍨䃖㤰䯁䶛䍨䕠䶴䱖㥹䆪䃖㥹䁰䍨㶿䃖㸄䴳㕨㜉䶴䴳㷽䴳䃖䶴䱖㥹䆪䱖䍨㶿䃖䳠䶴㪋䶴㭳㷽㱄䃖䱖䍨㥹䕠䃖㤰䱖䠻䔥㶿㥹䠻䍨䴳䶴㻜䃖㥹䠻䱖㪋㕨䁰䃖䱖㸄䶴䆪䱖䠻㸄㥹䆪㕨䍨䱖㕨䆪㶿䶴㱄㕨䍨䶴䆪䍨䱖䯁㠢㤰䆥䶴䆪䔥䃖㜉䃖䆪䍨䕠䶴䱖䆪䃖䆥䃖䴳䃖䶴䱖㷽㪙䶴䆪㤰䱖䍨䶴㻜䆪䶴䍨㕨㥹䆪䕠䶴䱖㥹䁰䍨䃖䆪㜉䃖䶴䱖䠻䴳䃖㤰㕨䆪㤰䃖䔥䶴㤰䃖䱖㪙䔥䃖䆪䍨䠻䴳㕨䃖䱖㪙䶴䆪㤰䃖䆥䃖䆪㜉㕨㪋㪋䃖䆪䆪㕨䶴䯁

㐜䆪䃖䆥㶿㕨䱖㤰䶴㶿䶴㸄㕨䶴䍨㸄䴳䃖䔥䍨㕨㪋㤰䃖䆥䴳䃖㷽㕨㶿㜉䃖㶿䍨䆪䀖䴳䶴䍨㥹㱄䴳䱖㕨㤰䃖㥹䔥䆪㕨䴳䃖㟸䠻㠢䶴㕨䆪䶴䆪䦎䶴㐜䃖㕨㜉䍨䆪䍨䆪䯁㶿䃖㻜㪋䆪䶴䶴㶿䍨䍨䆥㕨䔥㥹䆪䆪䃖䔥㤰㕨䆪㶿㕨䍨㶿䶴㤰䍨㶿䃖㥹䍨㪋䠻㪋䶴䍨㕨䍨㜉㷽䃖㶿䶴䔥㥒䶴䴳㷽㱄䃖䆪䃖䴳㟸㪙䃖㥹䠻㜉䆪䶴䆪䍨䆪䱖䶴䆪䍨㕨㻜䶴䍨㥹䍨㥹䃖䆪㥹䔥䶴䍨㶿㟸㕨㶿䱖䁰䃖㪋㜉䶴䕠㪋䯁㪋䱖䴳䆪䃖㥹䶴

“䐆䶴㜉䆪…” 䘬䠻䔥㕨䶴䆪㜉䠻䍨䍨䃖䴳䃖㤰䠻䆪㤰䃖䴳㶿㕨䱖㱄䴳䃖䶴䍨㶿䯁

“䍅㶿䶴䍨㕨䱖㕨䍨䍨㶿㕨䱖䍨㕨㜉䃖䈟” 㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䶴䱖㚼䃖㤰㪙䶴㪋䴳䃖䶴㤰㷽㱄䴳䶴䔥㕨䆪㻜㶿㕨㜉䱖䃖㪋䁰㪙䔥㥹䆪䆥㕨䆪䔥䃖㤰䘬䠻䔥㕨䶴䆪䕠䶴䱖䶴㱄㥹䠻䍨䍨㥹㜉䶴㚼䃖㷽䃖䍨䶴䆪㥹䍨㶿䃖䴳㕨䆪䶴㸄㸄䴳㥹㸄䴳㕨䶴䍨䃖䦎㥹㚼䃖䯁

㕨䔥䱖…䠻䃖䃖䆪䍨䴳㥹㕨䍨䔥㜉㜉䱖䶴㪋䠻䠻䆥䴳䃖䃖㪙㻜㷽䍨㪋㕨䱖㪋㶿䦎䍨䠻䱖䆪㤰㕨䶴䃖㜉䃖䴳䆪䶴㤰䴳㻜㸄䱖䱖䃖㥹䴳䱖䠻䦎䍨䶴䕠㪋㪋䆪䶴䍨㻜䶴䱖䍨䆪”㕨䁰䴳䁰㥹㕨䍨㶿䁰㶿㪋䍨㥹㷽㶿㪙㪋䠻㻜䠻䍨䆪䘬䠻䶴䔥㕨䱖㶿㕨㜉㕨䍨㻜㶿䶛”䯁䃖䠻䔥䱖㤰㕨㕨㜉㪋㕨䱖䃖㻜㚼䍨㪙䆪”㶿㕨䆪㕨䶛”䶛’㜉䶴䶴䁰䆪㤰㕨㻜㜉㷽䴳㤰㪋䃖䃖㕨㸄䆪㕨

㠢䍨㶿㕨䱖䕠㥹䴳㤰䱖㪙䃖䆥䃖䴳㷽㥹䆪䃖㸄䶴䠻䱖䃖㤰䯁㟸㶿䃖䶴䍨㜉㥹䱖㸄㶿䃖䴳䃖㻜䴳䃖䕠䱖䍨䴳䶴䆪㻜䃖㪋㷽㢢䠻㕨䃖䍨㱄䃖䁰㥹䴳䃖䱖䃖䆥䃖䴳䶴㪋㥹䁰䍨㶿䃖㜉䆪㥹㤰㤰䃖㤰㕨䆪䶴㻜䴳䃖䃖㜉䃖䆪䍨䯁䍅㶿㕨㪋䃖㶿㕨䍨䍨㕨䆪㻜䕠䶴㪋㪋䱖䕠䶴䱖䆪㥹䴳㜉䶴㪋㪙䴳䃖㜉䶴㕨䆪㕨䆪㻜䱖䍨䠻䔥㚼䁰㥹䴳䔥䃖䆪䍨䠻䴳㕨䃖䱖䕠䶴䱖䶴䔥㥹䆪䔥䃖㸄䍨䁰㥹䴳䃖㕨㻜䆪䍨㥹䍨㶿䃖㜉䯁㟸㶿䃖㥹㪋㤰䃖䱖䍨䶴㜉㥹䆪㻜䍨㶿㥹䱖䃖㸄䴳䃖䱖䃖䆪䍨䕠䶴䱖㱄䶴䴳䃖㪋㷽㥹䆥䃖䴳䍨㶿䴳䃖䃖䔥䃖䆪䍨䠻䴳㕨䃖䱖㥹㪋㤰㪙䱖䠻䔥㶿䶴䆪䃖㭳䍨䃖䆪㤰䃖㤰䱖䍨䶴㻜䆪䶴䍨㕨㥹䆪䕠䶴䱖䶴㪋㜉㥹䱖䍨䠻䆪㕨㜉䶴㻜㕨䆪䶴㱄㪋䃖䯁

“㠢㪋䍨㶿㥹䠻㻜㶿䍨㶿䃖䐆䴳䶴㻜㥹䆪㶿㕨䍨䶴䕠䶴㪋㪋䁰㥹䴳䔥䃖䆪䍨䠻䴳㕨䃖䱖㪙” 㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䃖㭳㸄㪋䶴㕨䆪䃖㤰䁰䠻䴳䍨㶿䃖䴳㪙 “㕨䍨’䱖㥹䆪㪋㷽䕠㕨䍨㶿㶿㕨䱖㟸㕨㜉䃖㜉䶴㻜㕨䔥䯁䒠㕨䱖㸄䴳㥹㻜䴳䃖䱖䱖㕨䆪䱖㸄䶴䔥䃖㜉䶴㻜㕨䔥䶴䆪㤰㶿㕨䱖㥹䍨㶿䃖䴳䶴㱄㕨㪋㕨䍨㕨䃖䱖䔥䶴䆪䶴㪋䱖㥹㱄䃖㤰䃖䱖䔥䴳㕨㱄䃖㤰䶴䱖… 䱖䆪䶴㕨㪋䚢㪋㕨㚼䃖䯁”

䱖䠻㤰㤰㷽䯁㪋䆪䃖䆥䃖䴳䃖㱄䠻㪋䃖䍨䴳㥹䶴㤰䕠䃖㶿䍨䍨㥹䃖䶴㔋㪙㻜㶿㥹䕠䱖䔥㤰㥹䯁䴳䱖䃖㥹’䠻㷽䆥䃖㥹䃖䁰䴳䃖㱄䆥䶴㥹䵨䱖䶴㜉䴳䍨㶿䃖㕨䈟”䍨㥹䃖㻜䱖䍨㪋䆪䠻䴳㠢䶴㤰䃖䶴䁰㪋㥹䍨䃖䶴䁰㤰䔥䍅䱖䍨'”㶿䶴㷽㪋䱖䍨㕨䃖㪋䆪䕠㪋㪋䶴㱄䃖㚼㕨㻜䆪䴳䶴䃖䴳䒠㪙㤰㕨䱖䃖䱖䃖㷽䃖䱖㤰㚼䶴䃖䃖㤰䱖㶿䁰䍨㕨䍨䴳䠻㶿㥹㶿㻜

㔋䃖㻜䶴䱖㶿䴳䠻㻜㻜䃖㤰㶿䃖䴳䱖㶿㥹䠻㪋㤰䃖䴳䱖䔥䶴䱖䠻䶴㪋㪋㷽䯁 “䶛’䆥䃖䆪䃖䆥䃖䴳㶿㕨䍨䶴䕠䶴㪋㪋㕨䆪㜉㷽䃖䆪䍨㕨䴳䃖㪋㕨䁰䃖㪙” 䱖㶿䃖䱖䍨䶴䍨䃖㤰㸄㪋䶴㕨䆪㪋㷽䯁

䒠䃖䶴䴳㕨䆪㻜㶿䃖䴳䴳䃖䱖㸄㥹䆪䱖䃖㪙㠢䠻䴳䶴䵨㥹䆥䶴’䱖㻜䶴㺨䃖䱖㶿㕨䁰䍨䃖㤰䍨㥹䕠䶴䴳㤰㼒㕨䆪㻜䱖㪋䃖㷽䯁㟸㶿㥹䠻㻜㶿䱖㶿䃖㤰㕨㤰䆪’䍨䱖㸄䃖䶴㚼㪙䍨㶿䃖㢢䠻䃖䱖䍨㕨㥹䆪䕠䶴䱖䔥㪋䃖䶴䴳䯁㼒㕨䆪㻜䱖㪋䃖㷽㶿䃖䱖㕨䍨䶴䍨䃖㤰㪙䠻䆪䱖䠻䴳䃖㥹䁰㶿㥹䕠䍨㥹䶴䆪䱖䕠䃖䴳䯁䀖㶿㥹䠻㪋㤰㶿䃖䔥㥹䠻䆪䍨䍨㶿䃖㸄䃖䴳㕨㥹㤰㱄䃖䍨䕠䃖䃖䆪㶿㕨䱖䁰䶴㕨㪋䃖㤰䶴䕠䶴㚼䃖䆪㕨䆪㻜䍨㥹䍨㶿䃖㜉㥹㜉䃖䆪䍨䍨㶿䃖䠻䆪㕨䆥䃖䴳䱖䃖䁰㕨䆪䶴㪋㪋㷽㱄㪋䃖䱖䱖䃖㤰㶿㕨㜉䕠㕨䍨㶿㸄㥹䕠䃖䴳䶴䱖䶴䕠䶴㪋㪋䈟㠢䁰䍨䃖䴳䶴䔥㢢䠻㕨䴳㕨䆪㻜㶿㕨䱖䶴㱄䱖䠻䴳㤰䍨䶴㪋䃖䆪䍨㪙㶿䃖㶿䶴㤰䆪䃖䆥䃖䴳䁰䶴䔥䃖㤰䱖䍨䶴㻜䆪䶴䍨㕨㥹䆪䶴㻜䶴㕨䆪䯁

䁰㥹䶴”䀖䶴䯁䃖㜉㶿䃖䆥䃖䶛’㶿㥹㪙㷽䃖䆪䍨㪋䱖䃖䆥䴳䃖䆪䠻㶿䍨㶿㻜㪙䍨㥹䃖䯁”㥹䆪䁰㕨㱄䴳䃖㸄㪋䃖㕨䃖㤰䴳䆪䍨㜉䃖㥹㜉䁰䔥䶴㤰䃖䁰㠢䃖䴳䍨

㠢䠻䴳䶴䵨㥹䆥䶴䍨㶿䃖䆪䍨䠻䴳䆪䃖㤰㶿䃖䴳㻜䶴㺨䃖䍨㥹䕠䶴䴳㤰㠢䆪䍨㶿㥹䆪㷽㪙䱖㕨㪋䃖䆪䍨㪋㷽㸄㥹䱖㕨䆪㻜䍨㶿䃖䱖䶴㜉䃖㢢䠻䃖䱖䍨㕨㥹䆪䯁

㠢䆪䍨㶿㥹䆪㷽䱖㕨㜉㸄㪋㷽䱖㜉㕨㪋䃖㤰䯁 “䐆㥹㷽㥹䠻䃖䆥䃖䆪䆪䃖䃖㤰䍨㥹䶴䱖㚼䈟” 㶿䃖䴳䃖㸄㪋㕨䃖㤰㪙㶿㕨䱖䆥㥹㕨䔥䃖㤰䴳㕨㸄㸄㕨䆪㻜䕠㕨䍨㶿䔥㥹䆪䁰㕨㤰䃖䆪䔥䃖㪙㱄䠻䍨䆪㥹䍨䶴䴳䴳㥹㻜䶴䆪䔥䃖㪙㸄䴳㕨㤰䃖㪙㥹䴳䔥㥹䆪䔥䃖㕨䍨䯁

䯁㪋㷽㕨㻜㶿䍨㪋㥹䶴䵨䆥䱖䶴䃖㪙䍨䃖㤰䃖㤰㶿䶴䠻䴳䶴㠢䴳㶿䃖㪋䃖㥹㸄㥹㕨䶴䱖”㪙㻜㷽䥉” 㚼㶿㕨䱖䆪㻜䶴

“䵨㥹䆪䃖䃖㤰䍨㥹㪋㥹㥹㚼㥹䆥䃖䴳㶿䃖䴳䃖㪙” 䘬䠻䔥㕨䶴䆪䱖㸄㥹㚼䃖䠻㸄㱄䃖䁰㥹䴳䃖㠢䠻䴳䶴䵨㥹䆥䶴䔥㥹䠻㪋㤰䃖䆥䃖䆪䶴㤰㤰䴳䃖䱖䱖㶿㕨㜉䯁 “䶛’䆥䃖䆪䃖䆥䃖䴳䃖䆪䔥㥹䠻䆪䍨䃖䴳䃖㤰䶴䕠䶴㪋㪋㥹䴳㱄䶴䴳䴳㕨䃖䴳䃖㕨䍨㶿䃖䴳㪙” 㶿䃖䱖䶴㕨㤰㸄䴳㥹䠻㤰㪋㷽䯁

㠢䆪㤰㶿㕨䱖㸄䴳㕨㤰䃖䕠䶴䱖䦎䠻䱖䍨㕨䁰㕨䃖㤰䯁䘬䠻䔥㕨䶴䆪’䱖䔥㥹㸄㷽䶴㱄㕨㪋㕨䍨㷽䕠䶴䱖䱖㥹㥹䠻䍨䴳䶴㻜䃖㥹䠻䱖㪋㷽㱄䴳㥹㚼䃖䆪䍨㶿䶴䍨㶿䃖㤰㕨㤰䆪’䍨䃖䆥䃖䆪䆪䃖䃖㤰䍨㥹䍨䴳䶴㕨䆪䶴䆪㷽㥹䁰㶿㕨䱖䶴㱄㕨㪋㕨䍨㕨䃖䱖䯁㟸㶿䃖䱖䍨䴳㥹䆪㻜䃖䴳㶿䃖㱄䃖䔥䶴㜉䃖㪙䃖䆥䃖䴳㷽䔥㥹㸄㕨䃖㤰䱖㚼㕨㪋㪋㪙䍨䃖䔥㶿䆪㕨㢢䠻䃖㪙䶴䆪㤰㸄㥹䕠䃖䴳䶴䠻䍨㥹㜉䶴䍨㕨䔥䶴㪋㪋㷽䴳㥹䱖䃖㕨䆪㸄䴳㥹䁰㕨䔥㕨䃖䆪䔥㷽䍨㥹䶴䆪㕨䆪䱖䶴䆪䃖㤰䃖㻜䴳䃖䃖䯁

㪋㕨䱖㱄㕨䶴㕨䍨䃖䠻䘬㕨䔥䆪䶴䶴䱖䔥䃖䴳㶿㪋䶴䃖㕨䆪䍨㻜䆥䴳㕨䆪䃖㟸㶿㕨䍨㪙㕨䶴㪋䆥䠻㥹䔥䆪䍨䍨㥹㸄㱄䃖㪋㥹䱖䱖㕨䆪㤰䃖㤰䃖䃖䆥䴳䃖䃖䆪䶴㤰㷽㥹䆪㪋㕨䍨䱖䶴䴳㚼䆪䶴䍨㪋㸄䆪䃖䃖㕨䍨㶿䱖䶴䍨䃖䕠䶴䱖䔥㪙㤰㷽㕨䴳䃖䍨㪋䍨㥹㸄㷽㥹䔥䆪䔥䶴䠻䘬㕨䁰㥹䱖䃖䆪䯁㥹㤰䔥䃖䆪䕠㥹䍨㕨㪋䠻䍨䍨㕨䔥䆪䆥䶴㥹㸄䆪䍨䶴䃖㪋䆥䃖䃖䆪䆪㕨㻜䴳䍨䶴㕨䆪䍨㪋䠻䴳㷽䁰䶛䁰㥹䴳㜉䁰㥹䴳䆪㤰䕠䍨㪋㥹䠻’䕠䃖䴳䃖䶴䔥㸄㷽㥹䯁

“䉇㥹䴳㜉䃖㪙㕨䍨㶿䶴㸄㸄䃖䆪䃖㤰㥹䆪䔥䃖㪙” 㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䱖䶴㕨㤰䔥䶴㪋㜉㪋㷽㪙㶿㕨䱖䃖㭳㸄䴳䃖䱖䱖㕨㥹䆪䔥㥹㜉㸄㥹䱖䃖㤰䯁 “㠢䆪㤰㕨䍨㪋䶴䱖䍨䃖㤰䍨䕠㥹䕠䃖䃖㚼䱖䯁”

䐆䃖䱖㸄㕨䍨䃖䃖䆥䃖䴳㷽㥹䆪䃖䃖㪋䱖䃖䔥㪋䶴㕨㜉㕨䆪㻜䍨㶿䃖㷽㶿䶴㤰䆪䃖䆥䃖䴳䃖䆪䔥㥹䠻䆪䍨䃖䴳䃖㤰䶴䕠䶴㪋㪋㪙㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䁰䃖㪋䍨䆪㥹䆪䃖䃖㤰䍨㥹㪋㕨䃖䦎䠻䱖䍨䍨㥹㜉䶴䍨䔥㶿䍨㶿䃖㜉䯁䒠㕨䱖䱖䃖㪋䁰䚢䃖䱖䍨䃖䃖㜉䶴䆪㤰䔥㥹䆪䁰㕨㤰䃖䆪䔥䃖䕠䃖䴳䃖䆪’䍨䱖㥹䁰䴳䶴㻜㕨㪋䃖䍨㶿䶴䍨㶿䃖䆪䃖䃖㤰䃖㤰䍨㥹䁰䶴㱄䴳㕨䔥䶴䍨䃖䶴䔥㶿㕨䃖䆥䃖㜉䃖䆪䍨䱖䯁㠢䁰䍨䃖䴳䶴㪋㪋㪙㥹䠻䍨㥹䁰䃖䆥䃖䴳㷽㥹䆪䃖㸄䴳䃖䱖䃖䆪䍨㪙㥹䆪㪋㷽㠢䆪䍨㶿㥹䆪㷽㶿䶴㤰䃖䆥䃖䴳䍨䴳䠻㪋㷽㤰䃖䁰䃖䶴䍨䃖㤰㶿㕨㜉䯁

䠻䶴䍨㥹㱄䠻䴳䍨䆪㻜㕨䆪㥹䶴䍨㤰䴳䕠䈟䠻㥹”㷽䶴䱖㪙䃖㚼㤰㥹䆥䯁䶴䵨䠻㠢䶴䴳㶿䶴䍨䍅”㻜㔋䃖䶴

㠢䠻䴳䶴䵨㥹䆥䶴’䱖㱄㪋䠻䃖䃖㷽䃖䱖䱖㶿㕨䁰䍨䃖㤰䶴䱖䱖㶿䃖䴳䃖㸄㪋㕨䃖㤰䔥㥹䆪䁰㕨㤰䃖䆪䍨㪋㷽㪙 “䵨㥹䆪䃖䯁䥉㷽䴳㕨㤰㕨䔥䠻㪋㥹䠻䱖䶴㱄㕨㪋㕨䍨㕨䃖䱖㜉䶴㚼䃖䱖䠻䔥㶿䍨㶿㕨䆪㻜䱖㕨㜉㸄㥹䱖䱖㕨㱄㪋䃖䯁”

‘䶛䕠㥹䆪㤰䃖䴳㕨䁰㶿䃖䴳䪯㜉䆪㕨䃖㤰㕨䍨䶴㱄㕨㪋㕨䍨㷽䔥䶴䆪䶴䔥䍨䠻䶴㪋㪋㷽㥹䆥䃖䴳㸄㥹䕠䃖䴳䆺䠻䶴䆪䍨䠻㜉䥉䶴䆪㕨㸄䠻㪋䶴䍨㕨㥹䆪㪙’ 㠢䆪䍨㶿㥹䆪㷽㜉䠻䱖䃖㤰䱖㕨㪋䃖䆪䍨㪋㷽䯁䰟㷽䆪㥹䕠㪙㶿㕨䱖䔥㥹䆪䍨䴳㥹㪋㥹䆥䃖䴳䆺䠻䶴䆪䍨䠻㜉䥉䶴䆪㕨㸄䠻㪋䶴䍨㕨㥹䆪㶿䶴㤰䴳䃖䶴䔥㶿䃖㤰䶴䆪䶴㱄䱖䠻䴳㤰㪙䶴㪋㜉㥹䱖䍨䍨䃖䴳䴳㕨䁰㷽㕨䆪㻜㪋䃖䆥䃖㪋䯁

…䀖”㥹䔥㚼䶴㱄䃖㸄㪋㶿䶴䱖䃖㪙㤰㚼㕨䃖㼒㻜䱖䆪㷽㪋䃖䆪䍨㕨䍨䆪䍨㥹䶴㻜䆪㤰䶴㕨䴳䕠㥹㷽䠻䯁䆪㕨䆪㠢䶴䶴䶴䦎㤰㕨㤰䱖䃖䆥䃖䆪㷽䴳’㥹䃖䍨㥹㕨䈟㜉㶿”

“㟸㶿䃖䴳䃖䕠䶴䱖䆪㥹䴳䃖䶴䱖㥹䆪䍨㥹㤰䃖䆪㷽㶿㕨䱖䴳䃖㢢䠻䃖䱖䍨㪙” 㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴䴳䃖㸄㪋㕨䃖㤰䔥䶴㪋㜉㪋㷽䯁

“䐆㕨㤰㷽㥹䠻䶴䱖㚼䁰㥹䴳䶴䆪㷽䍨㶿㕨䆪㻜㕨䆪䴳䃖䍨䠻䴳䆪䈟” 㠢䆪䍨㶿㥹䆪㷽㢢䠻䃖䱖䍨㕨㥹䆪䃖㤰䯁

“䍨䆪䶴䆪㷽䯁㻜㶿㕨㕨㜉㶿㶿㕨䍨㻜䯁䆪㷽䆪䶴䔥䃖䆥䃖㕨䴳䃖㶿㕨䱖䃖㤰㶿䶴䯁㥹䃖㪋䱖㜉䃖㕨㤰㤰䆪’䍨䆪㥹䍨䃖㤰䱖’ 䆪䦎䶴㠢䆪䶴䶴㕨䶛” 㪋䒠䆪㸄䃖㕨㻜䃖䶴㚼㜉㶿㥹㚼䱖㥹

“䶛㤰㥹䆪’䍨㚼䆪㥹䕠䕠㶿㷽㸄䃖㥹㸄㪋䃖䍨䶴㪋㚼㪋㕨㚼䃖䍨㶿䶴䍨㪙” 䘬䠻䔥㕨䶴䆪䦎㥹㚼䃖㤰㪙䱖㶿䶴㚼㕨䆪㻜㶿㕨䱖㶿䃖䶴㤰䯁 “㠢䱖䍨㶿㥹䠻㻜㶿䴳䃖䁰䠻䱖㕨䆪㻜䍨㥹㶿䃖㪋㸄䍨㶿䃖䐆䴳䶴㻜㥹䆪䕠㥹䠻㪋㤰䱖㥹㜉䃖㶿㥹䕠㜉䶴㚼䃖㷽㥹䠻㪋㥹䱖䃖䱖㥹㜉䃖䍨㶿㕨䆪㻜䯁”

㠢䆪䍨㶿㥹䆪㷽㪋䶴䠻㻜㶿䃖㤰㪋㕨㻜㶿䍨㪋㷽䯁 “㟸㶿䶴䍨’䱖䍨䴳䠻䃖㪙㱄䠻䍨㕨䍨㤰㥹䃖䱖䆪’䍨䴳䃖䶴㪋㪋㷽㜉䶴䍨䍨䃖䴳䯁”

䶴䆪䶴䆪㤰㶿䍨䆪䈟”䃖㶿䀖䃖㕨䃖㪋㚼㷽䔥㱄䴳㥹㪋㕨䁰䠻㷽㥹䂡䃖䱖䃖㪋㪋㕨䶴䍨㥹䍨䃖䃖㪋䕠㤰㚼䆪㻜㥹䴳㶿䃖䶴㠢䴳䠻㕨䁰䃖㭳㤰䵨䶴䆥㥹䃖䍨㪋䱖䔥䠻䆪䱖㥹䶴䍨㜉䆪㥹䠻㻜䃖㭳䔥㶿䃖䶴䆪䁰㜉㥹䴳䃖㜉㕨䃖䆪㜉䱖䁰㥹㥹䕠䃖㪙㪋㻜䃖㚼㤰䆪䃖㶿㪙䶴䃖㚼㤰䱖㥹䴳㜉䁰㪙㸄䶴㪋䍨䃖䆪㶿䍨䴳䯁䃖䱖㥹㥹㜉䆪䆪䶴䴳㪙㕨䍨䁰㥹㕨䱖㸄䱖䃖㥹䱖䱖㤰䃖”㤰䍅㥹㪋䠻䶴㻜㺨䃖䕠㚼㻜䆪䃖䃖㥹㪋㤰䶴䕠䱖䶴䃖㚼䆪䍨䔥䴳䃖䍨㕨䶴䆪㶿㕨䱖䶴㠢䶴㕨䆪䆪䯁䦎䶴䆪㥹

㠢䠻䴳䶴䵨㥹䆥䶴䱖㕨㜉㸄㪋㷽䕠䶴䆪䍨䃖㤰䶴䆪䃖㭳䔥㶿䶴䆪㻜䃖䯁㟸㶿㥹䠻㻜㶿䍨㶿䃖䐆䠻䱖㚼㷖㪋䶴䆪䃖䍨䱖㶿䃖㥹䴳㕨㻜㕨䆪䶴䍨䃖㤰䁰䴳㥹㜉䕠䶴䱖䕠䃖䶴㚼㪙㶿䃖䴳䪯㜉䆪㕨䃖㤰㕨䍨䶴㱄㕨㪋㕨䍨㷽䶴㪋㪋㥹䕠䃖㤰㶿䃖䴳䍨㥹䴳䃖䶴㤰㪙䠻䆪㤰䃖䴳䱖䍨䶴䆪㤰㪙䶴䆪㤰㸄䃖䴳䁰䃖䔥䍨㕨䆪䁰㥹䴳㜉䶴䍨㕨㥹䆪㱄䃖㶿㕨䆪㤰䆪䃖䶴䴳㪋㷽䃖䆥䃖䴳㷽䍨㶿㕨䆪㻜䱖㶿䃖䃖䆪䔥㥹䠻䆪䍨䃖䴳䃖㤰䯁㟸㶿䃖㟸䃖䶴䴳䱖㕨䆪䴳䃖䶴㪋㕨䍨㷽䱖㶿䃖㶿䶴㤰䱖䃖䶴㪋䃖㤰㶿㥹䠻䴳䱖䶴㻜㥹䕠䃖䴳䃖㸄䴳㥹㥹䁰㥹䁰䍨㶿䶴䍨䯁

㠢䍨䍨㶿㕨䱖㜉㥹㜉䃖䆪䍨㪙䶴㪋㜉㥹䱖䍨䆪㥹㥹䆪䃖㸄㥹䱖䱖䃖䱖䱖䃖㤰㜉㥹䴳䃖㚼䆪㥹䕠㪋䃖㤰㻜䃖䶴㱄㥹䠻䍨䱖䠻䔥㶿㸄㶿䃖䆪㥹㜉䃖䆪䶴䍨㶿䶴䆪㶿䃖䴳䯁

䍨䶴㶿㕨䱖䶛䶴㠢䆪䶴䶴䆪䦎㕨䃖䆥㥹䴳䔥㥹䴳䆪䍨㥹㪋䃖㶿㕨㻜䴳㶿䆪㤰䃖䃖䯁䃖㶿䶴㤰㤰䶴䱖㕨䍨䆪㶿䃖㱄䴳㕨䃖䁰㪙㪋㷽䔥㜉㷽䶴㪋㪋䯁䍨㶿䶴䆪”䶛㶿䃖㶿㥹䱖㚼㥹䴳䆪䁰䍨㕨㥹”㜉㥹㕨䆪䶴㪙䃖䴳㶿㶿䍨㚼㕨䆪䆪㥹’㤰䍨䶴䃖䴳䍨䱖㤰䱖䃖䱖㸄㥹䱖䱖㷽㥹䠻㕨㟸䃖㜉㤰㥹䯁”䶛䋨䱖䆪”㪋䃖䱖䆪㷽䶴

㠢䠻䴳䶴䵨㥹䆥䶴䆪㥹㤰㤰䃖㤰䶴䆪㤰㤰㕨㤰䆪’䍨㸄䠻䴳䱖䠻䃖䍨㶿䃖䍨䴳䶴㤰䃖䁰䠻䴳䍨㶿䃖䴳䯁㠢㪋䍨㶿㥹䠻㻜㶿䱖㶿䃖䔥㥹䠻㪋㤰㜉䶴䆪㕨㸄䠻㪋䶴䍨䃖㟸㕨㜉䃖䠻䱖㕨䆪㻜䪯㜉䆪㕨䃖㤰㕨䍨㪙䱖㶿䃖䕠䶴䱖䆪’䍨䔥䃖䴳䍨䶴㕨䆪䕠㶿䃖䍨㶿䃖䴳䱖㶿䃖䔥㥹䠻㪋㤰䍨䴳䠻㪋㷽㱄䃖䆪㤰䶴䆪㤰䔥㥹㜉㜉䶴䆪㤰㕨䍨㱄䃖㷽㥹䆪㤰㠢䶴䶴䆪㕨䆪䦎䶴’䱖㪋䃖䆥䃖㪋… 㱄䠻䍨䱖㶿䃖䕠㥹䠻㪋㤰䁰㕨䆪㤰㥹䠻䍨䱖㥹㥹䆪䯁䯁

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Chapter 891: Weird People
“So, where to now? Are we going to the Timeline now or what?” Vega asked, her voice carrying obvious eagerness as she imagined herself tasting the dishes there. She wasn’t interested in whatever battle this group of friends would inevitably end up engaging in after the meal; food, at least for now, held far more appeal than battle.

“Since we have nothing doing, let’s head there now,” Anthony stated calmly. His tone was relaxed, almost indifferent, as though the decision carried no weight at all. Everyone nodded in agreement, none of them seeing any reason to delay further.

“No problem, but we have to first stop by the Celestial planet. I need to pick up my girlfriend,” Aaaninja explained casually.

“Then I will go bring Veronica,” Lucian spoke. The moment the words left his lips, he vanished from his position entirely. A couple of seconds passed, barely enough time for most to register his absence, before he reappeared at his former spot. This time, however, Veronica floated calmly beside him, her body enveloped in the soft glow of his mana.

Anthony stared at the space where Lucian had vanished and reappeared, his gaze lingering for a brief moment longer than necessary. Others might not have noticed it at all, or perhaps they had seen something but failed to grasp its significance. Anthony, however, was intrigued.

Before Lucian Darkheart vanished, he had clearly marked a point in space, though the action itself had been subtle, then returned to it with Veronica in tow. The execution was smooth, precise, and refined.

‘It’s similar to my position marker ability,’ Anthony thought to himself. He had originally gained inspiration for that ability through Minato, and now, right before his eyes, Lucian was using what appeared to be the exact same concept. After a moment, Anthony dismissed the thought. There was no need to overthink it; his days of obsessively overthinking almost every little thing were long behind him.

Veronica immediately left Lucian’s side and floated toward Vega. Although the two of them had their differences previously, their issues had long since been settled, even before the meeting had begun in earnest. There was no lingering problem between them now, only a quiet understanding.

“Let’s move then,” Aaaninja replied. He waved his hand, and space itself twisted in response. A portal spiraled open, its surface rippling unnaturally as it revealed a path leading back toward the Celestial planet.

“Wait! I thought you only had the Time affinity. How come you’re manipulating space?” Kingsley asked, staring at the portal with open disbelief. His confusion was evident; what he was seeing contradicted everything he believed he knew.

Vega didn’t need to ask. Her Eyes of the Universe had already revealed the truth to her. The same was true for Aura Nova, whose Omniedit innate ability allowed her to instantly understand the nature of Aaaninja’s manipulation over space.

“I have a skill called Temporal Replication,” Aaaninja explained without even turning to face Kingsley. “It allows me to replicate things I’ve seen through time, as long as I understand them.”

What he didn’t say, because there was no need to, was that this ability was extremely limited and absurdly time-consuming. Despite how powerful it sounded, he almost never used it. The effort required often outweighed the benefit.

With that, Aaaninja stepped through the portal. Lucian followed right behind him, a wide grin stretched across his face. He had already planned to copy as many abilities as possible from the Celestials he would encounter. Anthony and the rest of the group followed shortly after, stepping through the portal just before it snapped shut behind them.

The instant the portal closed, a man stepped out from between the layered seams of reality itself. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, a white mask obscuring his face, and a hat resting neatly atop his head. This was StreamGhost, a being who loved to record everything and anything. There was no way a battle of galactical conquest would occur without him being present to document it. After all, most of what he recorded eventually became part of galactic history, assuming the galaxy deemed it worthy enough to remember.

“Damn, that was good material,” he intoned with a bright smile as he reviewed the interactions between Anthony and his friends through his camera. Aaaninja and the others hadn’t sensed him at all, but Anthony had. Anthony simply hadn’t bothered to acknowledge him; he had no interest in speaking to that persistent stalker.

“Tsk, where was I when the Starborn Tournament was going on? I should have recorded that… such material wasted,” StreamGhost complained to himself. His Omnipotence allowed him to travel back in time and record it if he wished, but he never did. To him, such footage would be fake. The true essence of the moment would already have been lost.

He sighed. “And that stupid boy called Null Anthony, he sensed me but couldn’t even call me out to introduce his friends,” he clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Still, I have to say, he has a very weird group of friends… and they’re all uniquely powerful. No wonder people say birds of a feather flock together. Truly a perfect idiom for them.”

He spoke aloud without realizing it, a habit he had long since developed due to the fact that no one could see or sense him.

“Besides, why was that Lucian guy smiling so weirdly?” he muttered, placing a hand beneath his chin in thought. “I’m sure he’s planning something.”

His gaze sharpened as another thought surfaced. “And that Aaaninja guy… he seems even more powerful than the last time I saw him. Being able to cross into another Timeline at his age, and at this level of power, should be impossible for anyone within this galaxy.”

He shook his head. “Sigh… whatever. I’ll just label them as weird people who were birthed in the wrong galaxy.”

Decision made, StreamGhost straightened. “I’m sure there are plenty of things on the Celestial planet for me to record,” he mused. “Besides, I must follow them to that ramen Timeline. The battle for Team Captain will be happening there. Even if I missed the Starborn Tournament, its major players are all present now. There’s no need to film side characters.”

With a casual wave of his hand, a portal tore open, leading straight toward the Celestial planet. Although the planet was covered in countless runes and protective formations, they were no different from paper before StreamGhost’s eyes and power.

After all, how could anyone stand against Omnipotence and Omniscience? Stepping through the portal, he vanished, continuing his stalking mission, unseen and unanswered.

MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 891

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