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"I had a dream last night," Malin looked up at the sky, which was overcast today. The birds were flying low, as if a downpour could start at any mont.
"...you tell this, and I’m still in the dark. I haven’t studied much about parallel tilines, but to be honest, it seems like you kicked the bucket again in that tiline?"
While not savvy on other topics, the ntor Emt Selch seed to have a knack for bringing up the most uncomfortable subjects, leaving Malin no choice but to nod in agreent with his viewpoint.
With that, ntor Emt Selch perked up: "How did you die?"
"Why do you ask?" Malin was curious.
"I want to know how a smart guy like you could et such a foolish end." Emt Selch laughed like a weasel that had just sneaked away with a chicken, and upon seeing the confusion on Malin’s face, he took off his sunglasses from his pocket, flicked them open, and put them on.
"Chaos invaded, and I, along with the souls I could save, accepted irreversible chanization by a chanical mind, and then we prepared to use the planet as a base to launch a salvation operation against the chaos-ridden worlds," Malin explained, noticing Emt Selch’s awed "wow": "Sounds pretty formidable, full-body chanization, even the mind, huh."
"Yep, it’s the underdog’s counterattack, if you’re not convinced, just fight it out," Malin felt there was a certain helpless resolve in such actions, but he was certain that if such a day ca, he would do the sa, even if it ant setting his mind permanently as a machine set on annihilating everything, he would seek vengeance against Chaos.
"This story is quite interesting, are you planning to write a novel about it?"
"The Magic Carpet and us are still in the sa city, can’t we give it so face?"
The conversation between the ntors stopped there, as cheers erupted nearby. Malin turned to see the senior team from his Church celebrating their victory, while their defeated opponents looked forlorn, supporting each other.
The Church of the War God’s new lead ntor ca over. This sowhat elderly female Bishop smiled and extended a hand towards our mascot: "Outstanding teamwork, your victory is well-deserved, congratulations."
The mascot lady seed to take a mont to realize what was happening, and ntor Emt Selch imdiately stood up with a laugh: "Hello, ma’am, you see, our young lady here hasn’t quite recovered from the surprise of victory, my apologies."
"It’s nothing, to be honest, if it wasn’t for my subordinates waking up, I wouldn’t have been able to co over to you. Your young people played too well, the interactions between the front and back rows, the spell formation cover, the pincer attacks, every step was just perfect. Undoubtedly, this team has the look of the champions of this competition." The lady was not upset by her younger counterpart’s impoliteness but instead firmly shook hands with Emt Selch: "Congratulations again."
After that, she turned and left.
Emt Selch sat back down next to Malin, a pained expression on his face: "That damn woman, she definitely used all her strength."
"Is your hand okay?" Malin looked at his hand, which was sowhat swollen.
"Just about managed in the power struggle, but it still hurts a lot. That damn woman, she’s definitely a high-ranked War Maniac," he said, handing his hand to Malin.
"For what?" Malin looked puzzled.
"Healing, duh!" the youngest mber of the Quasar family said through gritted teeth, lowering his voice.
A healing spell for moderate injuries was cast, and the ailnt was gone as if by magic.
The senior students from Carterburg, mainly seniors from the southern senior team, imdiately rushed onto the field and dragged Malin out of the ntors’ seats. This ti, Malin did not resist and let these little brats play catch with him again and again.
It was about ti to let them have their fun after hamring them for so many years.
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Faye watched Malin being tossed into the air again and again, feeling a mix of joy and even more so, satisfaction: "I thought Mr. Malin would be gloomy for a while, he was quite down for quite so ti after he ca back from the rift last ti."
"People grow up, I guess," Matilda said.
"Do you even have the right to say that?" Jessica reached out and tugged Matilda’s ear: "You’re older than despite being shorter, it’s really hard to imagine."
"It’s a racial thing, we big-eared, ahem, I an us Fennec Foxes are like this!" Matilda said, obviously misshaped by Malin’s daily use of "Big-eared Fox."
"Don’t change the subject... ah, Mr. Malin has fallen to the ground." The girls in the stands watched their beloved man rise from the ground, then, wielding a giant Hamr (which had run over on its own), he set off in pursuit of those audacious senior students.
"Ah, Mr. Malin is indeed very happy," Clovis said, leaning on the stadium’s balustrade as she watched the chaser and the chased disappear into the passage one after another.
"Why do you say that?" Maya was puzzled.
"If Mr. Malin were really angry, a group human immobilization would’ve fallen on those guys, followed by a ’hamr flying’ session, I bet they’d fly high." Clovis said.
"No one’s going to take that bet with you," the girls answered in unison.
Everyone knew that when Malin seriously hamred soone, the best way to describe it would probably be just one character: brutal.
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"Jiaxi! Jiaxi, co here a minute! For the love of any Deity out there!!"
Following the shrill screams of her old friend, Jiaxi, who had just laid down, bolted up from her lounge chair and ran toward the containnt ward’s corridor.
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