B̴̨̡̛̗̼̥͔͇̖͖̤̖̰͖̞̞͇͍̃͊̂̌̏̽̈́̈͊̆͑͐̌͝͝͠u̵̢̨̡̺̪̠̤̙͚̪̬̰͚̙̙̥̩͔̬̫̝̹̾̈́̐̑̐̐͑̈̀̽͆̄̈́̋̕͘͜ͅṱ̸͔̜̤̪̜̦̗̊́̃̒̿̚ͅ ̷̢̛͈̫͓͚̮̤̦̪͎͍̑͋̑̿̇͑̇̈́̑̎͛̂̽̑̕̚͜ͅä̴̲̮̫̹̬̮́̐̉̍͑̏̃̐͐͒͛͋̋͊͆̓̿̈́̿͂̕̚͝f̷̛̙͓̼̊̈́́̽̊̃̒̒̀͊̅̐͋̑́̊͑̉̓̕͝ṱ̷̛̲͛̒̽̂̇̂̾̍͛͋̽̈́̚͝͝͝é̴̛̜̾̔͒́̊͋́͂̈́͛r̷̡̨̖͉̞̖͉̠̥̭̰͂̈̃͐̑̉̿͛̇͐̈́̅̏͘͘̚͜͝ͅ ̶̺̣̫̰͚͙̟̎̈́̔͗̽̊͊̔̕̚ă̷͚̪̆̆́̃̀̍̒͒́̿̇͊̿̋͑̓̌͊b̴̛͓̎́̓̉̄͝s̶̢̛̙̠̠̫̯̰͂̽̓̈̍̀͌͆̈́̽͂̄̽̅̔͑̔͒ő̶͕̘̈́͛̈́̿r̶̡̡̨͇̣̯̲̙͚̣̰͚͚͍̺̣̟͔͈̭͙͒̉́͒̈́͛̌̄̓̆͂͌̃͂͒̏͐̌̀͛͐͘͠͝ͅb̴̮̺̜͓̱͈̓́̓́͆̑͂̅͋͋̾̿͑̎̇̄̇̚̕͘͠i̸̡̨̹͙̱̹̥̯̖̹̲̥̺͈̘̗̗̺̲̞͙̤͑̒̀̌ͅn̴̨̛̺̤̝͕̘̰̍͑́̔͋̄͌̋̍̈́̇̎̈́͜͝͠g̴̢̨̨͚̭͙̠͉̱͙͙͕̋͜ ̸͖̫̗̻̈́̈͛͂͛̿̆͆̄̃̄̄̈́̕̚͝ą̴̨̢̢̯̖̲̥͑̈̑̑͊͋͜ͅ ̵̳̲̻̪̿̓̎̒̋͐́̏͋̈́̀̅́́̕̚d̶̡̮̹͍͕͉̭͚̲͍̦̳̭̼̠͚̍͑͒́̊̃̆́̀̀͋̈́̏́̄̓̚͠ͅé̷͉̫̬̣͔̺̝͖͕̗̉̈́̔͒̉͋̇ͅm̵͎̗̲̩͕̐̈͛̈̍̑́̿̔̾̑͋͌̈́͝o̷͓͑͗͌̃̒͝n̵̢̨̤͈̤̻̣̹̼̼̳̝̺͉͓̥̱̘͎͉̩̹̣͉̔͑̏̃̃̊̽̒'̴̢̡͈̥̳̬͔̥͈̙̬̭͈͚͇̬̻͚͇̯̖̄͊̃́͒̆̄́̐̔͝ͅs̶̢̰̞͇̣̖̫̬͙̹̞͙̣̲̘͍̩̄͋̍͜ ̴̢̧̢̬͉͓͎̤̠̠̜͈͎͈̥͈͕̩͍̝̹̌͆̋̄̎̂́̔́͗͊͐̒̍̄͂̐̕͝͝ͅȩ̴̣͙̹͠ͅs̶̛̛̛͎͔̬̩͐͆͛͋̃́̄͑̾̏̋̈́̽̌̋̐́̕͘͝s̸̡̬͉̻̹̟͓͎̜̝̯̠̱̹̫̤͔̯͇͜͝ͅe̴̢̡̨̙̙͎͖̲̟̝̲̺͙͎̟̗̭̝̹̥̻̲̅̍̊̄͗̿̊̓̎̔̒͊̐͗̌̽͊̚͘̕͝͠͝ͅͅn̶̬̤̬̥̩͈̗͌͒̅̎͆͊̓̏̄͜͜c̵̭̘͉̗͖̪͍̬̯̫̱̼̘̭̓͂̇ë̵̟͖̰͉̲̯͙̟̜̠́̑̚,̶̸̢̧̦̗̼͇̤͕̝̘̫͙̤̘̪̟͚̺̦̖̗̅̊̔̑́̍̐͒̓̌̏̀͘̚͝͝͠͝ͅ

t̵̲͇̯̀́̀̓͊̈́̓̌̏͐̐h̵̢͓͕͕̱̖͙͖̏͑̍̀͌̄̈̀͋̋͑͋͂͛̄͛̒͘̕̕͝͝͠ê̶̢̘̯̳̤̊̈̀͂̓͆͛̄̕͝ ̸̢̨̧͈̟̠͎̜̭̳̣͓͉͔̥̹͙̭̱̳̰̑́͒͛͛̒̃͂̑͋̇͗͝ͅả̴̧̺̻̫̹̹̩̤̣̪̘̲̫̣̽͛̍̐̑̐̔̍͋́͂̐̀̚͜͝͝ͅb̸̧̛̟̜̖̬̗͖̫͖͇͎̤̠͉͎͇͎̫̯̤̮͐̍̓́͐̿̅́͐̂͂̾͛͂́̓̈̓̆̚͘̕͜ͅs̸͙̬̖͚̬̝̥̖͉̗̜̔́͒͂̓̑̚ǫ̴͈͕̱̤̺̝̲̰̑́̆́̆͘r̸̥͒́̃́̏̎̋̀̾̀̍̑̃̚͘͝b̶̧̢̛̛̮̣̣͉̰̬̤̻͕͈̰͈̦͇͚̺̗͎̱̣̊͋̈̍̽͆̐̽̋̅͑̓̊́̌̄̍͜͜͝ë̶̪̯̩́̐̓̑̀̅̿͑̍͒͋̈̿̈́͐̃̇̚͝͠ͅř̷͙͓̜̦͎͙̦̻̫͇̆̐̈́̀̈́͆́̅̏̕͝͝ ̸̡̺͙͚͎͇̻̂̌͋͊̐̓͂͑̕͘͜w̶͕͖͎͈̯̠̖͖̖͚̙̻̤̩͓̗̥̙͗̉̑͗͂̒̏̇̓́̋̀̐͐͐͂̐͘͜͜͜ó̵̧̜̫̥̖̘͙͙̹͕̞͚͇̦́͑̎̀̇̀ͅu̵̧͕̰̜̻̅͑̒͊́̉̂̃̚ĺ̶̛̘̣̱͜͝d̷̫̗̣̆̇̇̕ ̴̡̧̟͇̟̺̫̭̙̜̞̳͓̞̙̖̳̥̖̼͓̌̈́̃͜n̷͎̲͂͋̀̃͂̓̈́̉̓̊͐̚͝͠͠͠ě̷̢̧̙͇͎̳̻͖̜̥̗͕͚̱͉̬̦̤̰͍̠̓̓̃̔͠v̸̡̹̱̗̪͚͉̦͆̎̒̽̑̆̈́ẻ̵̛̛͓̱̤̺͉̘̭͓̇̓͊̽̓͛̀̓̀͒̐̃̈́̔̓̓̓̈͘͝͠r̴̺̥̯̩̺̯̫̎͐̈̓̇̍̂̏͘͝͝ ̴̢̢̨̢͈͉͓̪̣͉̝̤̜͇̦̥͔̲͙̟̋͂̏̓͜͝e̴̡͈̠̙͉̤̜͐́̊̿͛͌̆͊̄̄͒̀̉̏͑̀̽̒́͐̚͠ͅẍ̷͚̮̝̯̟̩͈́͒̇̂̇̔̑̿̎̏̀̎̅̈́̔͑̅̾̃͑̀̕͝p̵̡͎̜̟̤̱̤̳̘̘̭͙̯͕̹̎̾̀̆͂̓̓͌̆́̚͘͜͝͝͝ͅę̸̠̖̬͕̗̤̓̂̈́͊̅̚ͅŗ̶̺̠͕͍̝̣͓͕̙̀̋̊͊̔̿̓͂̒̚͜i̴̧̨̨̡̞̳̳̥̳̟̟̦̻̖̣̤̩̗̦̗̤͑̂̈́͂̚ě̵̙̺̗̝̪̮̯̀̌͌̐̉̅́̋̋͐̽͛̊̀̇́̉̄͌̄̕͠͠ͅņ̶͙͓̘̮̀ć̵̡̡̰̙̤͙̞͖̰̘̭͓̖̒̾̆̂͝e̶̴̡̡̧̧̡̡̙̦̹̦̠̣͍̪̣̠̱̟̬̭̙̻͎̟͎͛́͗͂̀̆̑̑͆͗̐̽͌̚͘͜͜͜͜͠͠͝ͅ

ṫ̴̨̹͈̼̝̭̺̟̰́̂̈́͂̚̕͘͜͜͜͝ͅḩ̴̦̞̙͖͓͈̩́͝ȇ̸̢̻̲͉̘̦͉̬͚̘͕̣̳̹͙̊̑̉̄͋̋̌̽̍̀̿͐͝͠͝ ̶̡̢̛̮͔͇͙̺̠̥̈́̑̊̈̄̂̌̅̒̚͝ͅs̵̢͍̥͕͉͎͇̭̮̣̲̙̿̀́̒̈̊͒̈́ȁ̵̳̬̦͙̺̖̭͉̹̮̩̖̣̫̐͂̍̽̉͊̀̕͝͝ṃ̸̨̭̼̼̣̪͓̟̝̤͖̤̲͍̙͈̩̮̭̥̊́̽͛̒̐̔͑̈́é̶̢̢̨̞͍̙͖̮̯̠̗̞̩̘̣̙̰̣̞̭̲ͅ ̶̡̡͖̼̫̺̘̮̯͖̞͙̻͓̼͕̥̲̜͇̀͆̉́́̽͒̀̓̿̐̚͝͝p̷̠̍̈́̔̽̏̊̉̾͋̐̎̉̆͐̃̾̊̑̌̈à̵̢̝͍̥̣̞̩̗̦̫̣͉̭̟̘̬̾̿̍̊̄i̴̢̢̛̛̖͇͚̖͚̠̙͓͍̳̠̺͈̱̭̝̤͍̫̭̙̓̀̑̇̔̔͆̓̏̑̒́͆̈́͗̅͆̃̆̑̕͜͝n̵̨̨͓͖̞̰̰̟̮̹̥̘͙̜̋̍̅̿ ̴̢̗͉̙̲͋̋̍̓̐̔̀͒̿̎̉̂͌̍̎̆̐̚̕̕̕͜͜͝a̸̫͈̹̮͑̐̀͑̓́̎̄̉̈́̃̕g̸̡̢̢̢̣͉̝̼͓̩͇̹̹̺̪̦̖̬̎͆͑̃͝͝ă̶̺̞̭̮̟̝͎͚̮̱̈́̂̀̈́̔̋́̀͛̑̈́̉͒͜͝͝i̷̛͉͎͈̣̦̭̼̳̪̱͉̫͍̞̻͖̋̀͆̌̇͛́̔̇̒̈͜ņ̴̥̘̊̐̂̿̇̌̍͋̾̈́͛͋,̴̢̡̨͎͇̙̫̞̠̞͓̻̝̥̱͉͛̑̇̍̆̎̒̄̈́̿̈̈̄̏͋̍͝ ̴̰͔̲̤̯̞̊̓̈́̅͆̈́͐̔́̎̈́̍͌́͑̀̎̓̾́͌͆̕̚a̵̺͔̘̺̳͙͉̜͍͖̦̹̩̣͈̤̼̱͚͙̬͒̌͌̿͗͑̽͋͜ͅș̸̛̯̻̰̦͇̿͗͛̋̄́̎̑̂̄̀̓̂̋̾̎̉̊͐̀́̕ ̵̧̥̜̻̪̦̩̼̝͔̍̏ͅṯ̸̡̧͍̹̬̻̝̪̦̯͙̙͚̩̯̲̺͈͔̼̆ḩ̴͇̭̱͈̦̻̹̭͈̤͈͕̗͈̻̦̯͗̾̀͂̏̾̒̀͐̎̔̃̋͋͐͛̂̋͘͝ͅͅe̷̩̬̪̯̞̤͗̈́͒́̀̌̑̈́͌̒͑́̄̏̅́̈́̋͝͝͠͠͠i̶̡̡̲̻͔̟̝͔̹̱͙͖̫͚̞̙̞̒́̅̓̀̅ͅr̴̡̮̮̘̭̞͈͇͖̬̗̻̗̼͖̬̬̅͋ ̵̡̡̱̫͚͈̯͓̣̣͆̄̉ṣ̷͉͖͔̎̃͋͊̏̍͊͐̍̆̐̽̚o̷̠̼͓̼͓̤̣͓̥͇͎̤̗̍͒͗̈̀̈́̓̅͌́̐̇̈́͜ŭ̶̝̗̟̹͖͚̝̤̜̜̙͙̭̣͆͌̀̊ļ̸̸̡̨̨̡̡̛̲̹͉͖̠͍̫͍̮̳̜̱̺̝̙̺̪̘͔̬̬͇̲͈͈̬̬̰̥̻͉͉̥̆̽̂̽̈́̄̆̾̌͒̇̇̍̈̈́̽̋̽̉͋́̾̈͑́͛́̀͛̎̇̽̐̆̈̽̇͂̕̕̚͝͝͝ͅ

ḫ̴̨̧̧̛̛̙̫̻̯̝̱͖̠̙͈̱̬͉̘͓̰̤͓̇͑͐̐̊̈́́̀͛̀̎͛͝͝ḁ̴̧̺̱̮̇ś̴̘̬̝͓̮̜̘̀̎͌̉̇̃̈́̉̂̃̐͐̚̚͘͝ ̶͎͆̊̃̏̔̃̔͆͋̍t̴̡͚̦̖̘̹̠̩͍̞̭̰̄͊̄ͅͅh̸̲̹͓͙̼̪͚̰͕͓͙̳̺̠͇̲̣͖͊͆̊̿̒̎̀͐͒͝͝͠e̴͎̜̟͉̭̫̠͋͒ ̵̨̦̟̪̗̙͎̥͔͖̠͇̩̠͚̪̀̓̋ͅţ̵̛̝̞̖͉̤̰̦̠̘̝͚̱͔͍̻̰̝̾̏̿̐̐̉̋͆̌̎̊̍̈́̿̀̓͘͝ṙ̸̬̮̞̯̝̭̝͉̻̺̞̹͕̗̯͚͊̽̈́͜͠͠ã̴̛̬̥͙͛͗̃͑͆̀̂͒̈͒͋̆͘c̷̡̢̨̞͇͚̮̘̭̟͉̻̦̹̠̲͉̞̫͖̔̄̈́͑͗̌̏͒͊̚͠ͅe̸͙̤̼͇̱͕̰̣͇͇͎̬̖̠̦̗̼̬̩̎̽̇́̑̈́̐́̚͠͠ͅs̶̡̽̓̑͑̅͛̏̀̉̓̓̏̌̀͝͝ ̵̨̬̠̟͉̯̝͎̯͖̮̪͔̺͇̹̜͔̗̘̎̓̈́̇̌͆̚͜͝ó̵̧̨̢̨͕͍̪̪̝̖͖̖̇̓̏̈́̌̄͗̎̔̒̅̽͆͘f̶̨̧̨̹͖̙̭̬͇̯̫͓͍͚̤̯͚̝͕̦͍̺̀̋͒̏̀̆̈́̍̀̿̅̈́̂͒̂͆͘͜͠ͅ ̵̢̡͔̼̫͉̺͖̥̰͇̬͇̠̹̗͖͉̹̪̩͕̭̗͗̄̀́̓̓̏̃͑͠͠a̸̧̨̗͔͎͕̩͍̐̉̓͊̌̏̍̈̇͊͐͛̾̏̀̎͑̿ͅ ̶͈̾̈́͐̋̏͊̒̈́́̀͘͝d̸͕̗̉̀̌̽̔̂̋̇́̃̈́̇̏̇̿͘̕ě̴̝̬̭̠̮͎͖̗̩̼̀̓m̶̡̡͈͈̱͈̞͉̞̝̯̻̱̟̘̳͇̮̯̅̅͗̍̃̆́̉̃̉̃̅̈́͠͝ͅͅơ̶̢̱̠̹͇̫̻̥͕͕̩͎͍̝͛̓͒̈́̈́̅̋̑̑͐̇͛̋̿͒̐̚͜͝͠͝ǹ̸̢̧͙̭̞̫̝͕͇̼͙̝̻̼͎̩͂̉͐̉̅̾̅̒͒͐̊̾̇̈́̉̉͂͘͝,̶̟̾ ̶̧̢̧̡̭̫̩̞͈̣̟̭̼̯͙̺̲̓̔͗̈̒ş̴̧̨̧̡̯͕̝̟̯̥͎̝̬̦̤̖͒̄̍͋͘͝t̷̙͍̻̹̙̖͕̏̂̀͋̅̊̌̆͌̿̓͗̾͝͠o̵̗͓̳̠̗̤̭̼̬̅p̸̧̧̧̛̯̹̬̙̝͉͉̮̫̘̩͍̳̈́̒̊̾̔͑̐̈́͝p̸̯̟̟̜͎̦̙̣̣̣̳͍̰̎i̵̱̦͈̹͔̟͛̓̿̓͌̆͂͂̓̈́̎̏͑̐̔̎̒̏̒n̷̢̻̪̗͕̞͉̣̖̬̠̮̻̦̗̔̀͌̏̔̈́̀̀̀̽̀͋̄ͅg̷̢̛̙̗͓̎͊̂̽̏͗̋́̊͊̓̅͛̈́̊̓́̓̔̔̚͝͠ ̸̷̧̢̨̢̧̨̢̘̺̤̪̱͇͖͓͉̗̼͔̱͈̦͎̰̜̺͕͉͍̬̯̖̥̬̻̟͔̟͚̭̳̞̯̄̃̆̓͑̓͝ͅ

ą̵̛̟͇̝̪̰͉̰͋̂͑̄̍͘ņ̵̣̠̝͖̟̤͖̬̳̔̽̎̀̈̽͝y̵̧̺̝̬̣̖̝̯̦̆͋͒ ̶̡̻̞̮̰̲̟̭̗̔̈́̊́̂ọ̵̋̔̎̋͐́̀̔̕͝t̵͖̮͙̂̏̀̈́̔̇̎̉͂͊h̵̨̡̨̡̯͇͉͍͚͔͍͓̦͈̩̝̥̙̙͙̋͆͋̄̿̄͐͌̔̃̏̓̽̓̃̀̐̇̌͊͘͠ȩ̶̡̡̹̳͖̣͓͉̟̺̞͕͉̰͕̮̘̯̹̐̈̾́̀̆̃̔͘͜͝ͅr̸̛̝͙̩̩̳̓̆͗͋̀̽̅̂́̌̉͒̇̕̕̕͝ ̷͖̙̦̩̟̮̥̹̂ḑ̴̛̰͉̺̲̘͙̹͔̝͓͓̊̅̓̒̃̏͐̓̽͒̎́̈̐̎̓̒̂͠ę̸̛̘̜̱̹͉͙͖͑̀̂̅͊̑̾̄͋̈́͑͗͋͌̅̈́͐̈́͘͠m̷̛̗̳͚̟̊͂͐̓̔͒̄͑̒̀̈́̕͜͝ó̸͈̫̟̎̓̚n̵̛̥͓̻̹͙̩̥̬̰̳̞̞͍̜̗̭̠̪̾̇̿̎̿̓͆̀͂̈͆̈́̓͐̄̽̈́̕͝͠͝͝͝'̴̢̡̨̝̙͎̟̜͇̯̭͓̭̬̮̼̞̜̝̘̾͜ͅs̷̬̗̞̮̠̭̺̻̙̘̲̰̮̦̙̖̓̈́͗̎͆̀̐͜ ̴̢͕͙̜̯̙̱͎̣̪̯͉̬̠̰͉̠̫̯͐͂̉͋̋́́̈̉̋̊̀̆͋̒̀̀̿̒̓̚̕͘͜͠ë̴̢̧̻̩͈̫͚̯̯̬͇̟͔̮̞̟̟͇͈͉̓̃̔͂̎͒̃͌̾̓͌̓͘ͅͅš̴̨͓̯̮͔̐̓̈́̋̂̒̍͑̄̏͋̐̂̏́̔̊́͆̒͑̈̚ͅͅş̷̦͔̣̮̮͚͛́̀͊̽͋͋̑̿́̌̎̾͐̆̆͐͂̆͛̚ě̷̡̧͎̮͕̖̰͓̘͖̠̪̳̙̭̳̏̿́̇͋̑̈́̐̿̆̆͜ṅ̷̛̳̞̺̤͓̬̜̬̱̥̀̅̿̒̎̊̉̈́̕͝c̵̡͎͇͇͓͚̗͂̀̒̊̊͛̈́̂̏̍̋̌͒̍̋̐͝ͅe̸̥̘̠̰̙͓̠̹̫͚̲͔̱̩͊̈̀̆̿̊̓́̉̎́̕͜͝ͅ ̸̺̾̓̈́̀͆̾͛͂͘͝͝f̵̱̜̣̱̰̊̃̆͐́͗͒̀͋̑͋͑͗͑̑͋͗̌̀̕͝ͅr̸̙̄͗͗̊̈́̒̂̿͋͒͘ǫ̵̡̰̙͉̺̳̼̖̭̤̰̬̗̗̘̙̻̥̍͌̏̈́̀͛̾̌̑͋͒͘͜m̵̨̧̤̬̞̳̗̺̩̮̣͓͎̺̖̟͚̙̟̹͊͜ ̷̵̮̙͎̹̬̞̒̂̈́̅͌͑̍͛͊͗̄̓̎̅͑͛͛͆̀̕̚

ḟ̷̧̛̮͉̮͔͖̼̩̲͓̩̪̺͓̯̠̩̀̌̊͐̋̌̈́͌̒̎̔̑̅͂͐̃͛̎͘͜͠͝ͅi̶̧̟̺̬̲͌͆̈́̍͛̈̏̐̿̿͊̐͂͛̂͑͐͋̚ͅg̸̡̢̧̫͈̤͔͔̳͖̹̯̲̾̋̎͝͝h̸̢̢͕̥͙̟̲̠͎͔͍̓̈́͆̊̉͗̽̋t̶̗̝͒i̶̡̙̖̯̮̥̰͆͌́̔̋̈́̀̆͋͆̔̆̽̔̉̉̀̚͝͝ͅn̴̡̥͓̹͇̖̩̦̩̥͇͕̰̰͕͍̞̘͈͇̲͗͐͌̑͌͒̈̕͜g̵̡̢̨̮̜̱͕̖̣̺̰̦͚͉͚͈͆̏͂̅̂́͜͠͝ͅ ̷̛̮͎̯̮̫̠̞̱̹̩̪̪̹̱͍̔͛́̇̽̿̍̃͒̀̔̄̅̐́̍̃͘͘t̴̡͖̠̘̘̔̆̉̒͗͗̽̃͌̀̏̌̕h̴̡̛̥̻̻̲͚͋̐̇̍͆̽̉̏̓̾̀̚̚̚͝ẽ̵̛̛̝̱̠̙͈͈̝͍̥̫͙̓̆̅̎̌́̈̍̍̈̓͋͗̂̏̄̈̈̈́̈́͘ͅ ̷̧̧̲̩̜͍͍͕̗̳͍̹̠͕͚̥̫̗͂̈̀̌̊͑͐̽́̈̊̕͘͜͝͝s̶͕̦̈́̄̀̈́̈́͌̎̆̎̔̇̾͛̄̓̎͂͘͝͝ǫ̸̢̹͎̪̩̟̗̥̯͔͚̙̱͔̠̼̝͔͕̯͒̊͑̂̓̉͊͗̈̊̈́̕̕͜ư̵̢͖̘̬̄̅̿́͒̌̓ḷ̶͖̜̣̟̖̘̭̻̥͍̉͊ͅ ̴̛̦̤͕̭͖̝̭̃͗̆́̓̄̀̏͘͠l̸̛̗̺̦͕͇͍̞͇̃͛̾̂̀̔͗͐̃͌̓̍̄̔́͘͜ǐ̸̢̢̨̤͕̲͔̪͇͖̰̮͎̠͇̘̲͗̆̋͠͝k̶̢̢̛͙̱̜̰̬͇̪͉͕̘̜̠͙̖̩̳̥͓͕͋́̃͒̂́̈͂͗̍̀̓̉̊͗̂̌̉̊̄̚͜͝͝ě̷̡̱̥͎̰̳̩̣̠͙̞̪̩̑̇̽̈́͐͊̎̂̕͜͜͜ͅ ̸̗̠̫̗̳̦̑͂͗̊̍̾̆͂̾̂̊̕͝ḭ̴̮͙̹̳͓̞͎̂͗̒̈̎̋̾ͅţ̷̨̣̭͎̱͚̮̣͕͈̒̃̐͑͝ ̴̢̧̟̘̬̬͇̘̖̥̑̾̆͌̚͜s̸̢͙͖̘̺̫̥̹̦̳͈̗̖͕͓͎̜̙͔̣̪͂́̄͜͝h̴̡͙̠̒̌̕o̸̢̰͙̮͖͎̰̪̥͙̖͖͉̞͉̭̬̮̺͑̿͋̽̔͋͑̔͗̀̔̒͑̀͒̐͜͝ư̷̧͉̘̞͕̤͔̱̘̱̣͈̯̳͐̈̿̽̂̒̌͒̇̂͊̇̆͋̂̌̓͌̍͘̚̕͜͜͝l̴̛͎̬̹̟̦̲͙͚͉͇͊̾̈́̏̍͐͋̇̎͒̕͘͠͠͝d̵̩̟̣̤͛̿̄̍̒̒͑͝ ̸̺̫̊̍͌͗͛̽̌̌̕͝d̵̢̧͍͎͔̘̖͇̳̙͇͇̩̘͖̪́̊̄̂̒̈́̂̀̇̿́̀̄̿̈́̽́͛͘͠ͅo̴̡̟̖̬͕͔̝̬͉͉̪̣͚̞͖̣̓̋̔̆̐͒͂̽̓̅̉̊̍̌͂̓̆̈́̚͘͠ͅͅ

Ughhh...

Waking up, everything feels doozy, like I've been hit by a truck or something.

What the fuck happened...

I slowly started opening my eyes, and the ground and grass are the first two things I see as my vision started getting clear.

Where am I?

I started to get on my fatigued legs again as I look around, trying to remember what happened. Slowly, memories of the day started flowing back as I look at charred wood and a demon's head.

Wait, where did his corpse go?

All that's left is his head, but the rest of his body was gone. The only left was a few traces of black on the grass. I connected some dots in my mind.

This world has a knack for creatures turning into powder. First, vampires turn to ash, and then demons evaporate to black smoke... Except for the head...

So the last thing I did was absorb the demon's magic essence... Never doing that again.

That's when I remembered the death deer and decided I want to be a badass for a moment.

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I saw my target.

This is gonna be awesome.

I walked out behind the tree trunk that is bigger than the other trees.

"Hey, what are you still doing here?"

The death deer actually flinched in surprise as he whirled around, visibly tripping over a rock and almost tumbling down. That would've been hilarious.

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"I think it's me who should ask that question," he replied.

"I just decided to check on ya. I've checked on the demon, so I thought I'd check on ya after him. Uhhh... What's your name again?"

The death deer mumbled something just low enough in volume that my mind couldn't process what he said telepathically before answering, "Toras, name's Toras. So I assume my demon partner is playing with a dead body over there? Because he doesn't seem to react to my telepathic calls."

"Before that... Does your partner have a will... Or something?" I started.

"I don't know," Toras suddenly perked up, realizing how random the question was. "Why?"

"Well, I kinda played with him a bit..." I started reaching for Firaun's head which was just barely hiding behind the trunk with my tail, "But I think I started getting too rough, and one thing led to another and..."

I rolled the head out.

"This is all I have left of him."

If Toras was visibly distressed when walking in circles trying to call his partner, I think this time you could see every cell of his body pop out in surprise and then shrivel in dread. "W-what?! H-h-how?? What are you going to do now??" He asked stepping back a couple of steps.

"I could as well make you join your partner here, but I've had enough fun today. You can keep this," I said, patting the head. I started to walk away, "If you really want to join him, go on and approach this town. I'll make it quick." I ended it with a toothy grin.

I don't think Toras will be anywhere in a kilometre radius of this town anytime soon.

~~~~~~~~The next morning~~~~~~~~

"You are unusually quiet this morning. Did something happen last night?" Girmold asked.

"No..."

"I know you're hiding something~"

"I am not."

"Come on, you can te-"

"NO."

"Alright alright! Settle down..."

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"Professor, really don't get it. Why haven't I defecated even ONCE?" I asked, genuinely confused why I haven't done number 1 or 2 in my new life.

"Oh, that's because they don't need to. They digest everything they need. And the stuff that you don't need in your stomach will be regurgitated. You actually can digest anything organic. But inorganic materials, such as metal or rocks, you would regurgitate." Professor Damian answered.

"Can I eat wood? Or grass?"

"You'd need a balanced diet to keep healthy and get energy. But you need mostly meat at this age. Yes, you can eat grass, but eating wood would probably give some health problems..."

"Why? It's organic, right?"

"I don't know. Every witness of such an event always finds the dragon inactive or in pain for a few days. Don't eat wood," Professor Damian emphasized the last sentence.

"How about... you know... mating?" I asked sheepishly.

Professor Damian raised his eyebrows, "Surprisingly, dragons don't have mating seasons. And the eggs are actually created partly by magic. They do a ritual that I assume is instinctive and the products will be 2-5 eggs in a clutch. This magic also takes a part of the parents' body mass to create the eggs, but since the eggs of all types of dragons are roughly the same size, the difference is more noticeable in lesser dragons than the other types." He snickered, "Just... tell me whenever you decide to-"

"SIR, I have to stop you RIGHT THERE-"

~~~~~~~~~~3 days later~~~~~~~~~~~

I was just exploring the town again. A few civilians still kept staring at me, but not as many as the first time I went here. Checked out the guild again and finally witnessed someone using solar magic.

Turns out that solar magic is much simpler than I expected. She doesn't use the sun to get the power she needs. She creates the light sources herself, making tiny suns appear in thin air. That must have some derivation to nuclear magic to create tiny suns...

She won a lot of time, skillfully dodging every projectile or swing her opponents throw at her and giving them a few first-degree burns at the end. It seems like the matchmaker got sick of all the solar heat that's threatening to burn him too that he shouted for someone else to switch posts.

I was already bored, so I wanted to go back to the forest, but I didn't expect to suddenly become a parent.

*Meow*

"Eh?"

*Meow*

Not 10 seconds later, I found the source of the sound in the form of a basket covered with a cloth.

*Meow*

I opened the basket, to find 3 little kittens. One of them black and white, one orange, and one of then pure white.

WHICH BITCH SINNED ENOUGH TO HAVE A SOUL SO COLD AS TO LEAVE THESE POOR KITTENS HERE???

Right there and right now, I've unconsciously decided that I'm going to be a parent-slash-guardian to these little babies. They barely even have much fur on them...

First step: Shelter.

I slowly trotted to my cave while carrying the basket, hanging on my neck. What should be at most a quarter-hour flight became a nearly 2 hour walk resulting in a fatigued neck and a thirsty throat along with a slight feeling of imbalance due to being used to having an extra weight on my front legs. But I don't give a flying fuck. I can be a man of focus, commitment, and sheer fucking will whenever I want. Although the sky is getting dark.

Second step: Food and Water.

I don't think normal food that cats eat are good, because I checked for teeth, and found out they don't have any.

They must be only a couple weeks old.

Of course, this adds my hatred to the unknown person that left them in a dangerous forest.

30 minutes later, I got about a cup of milk in a jug and have created a rock bowl out of my magic. It was already nighttime too.

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Is this a crime?

I was just waiting there, right behind the door, just peeking into the kitchen where the chef is eating his dinner. Need to do something to lure him out so I can steal some fresh milk from one of the cabinets.

Of course, I already came up with a plan B in case this happens. In one paw I'm barely holding an empty wine bottle which I found in Gurri's(he needs to earn back my respect for me to call him "professor" again) room. Guess he drinks in his free time. Quite hard to imagine that your teachers can actually be normal people outside of school.

We're getting out of track here.

So anyways, I threw the bottle past the open door and it nearly just dropped right in front of it because of my measly throwing caused by my paws which are not built for throwing. So I used wind magic so it gets flung into the corner of the corridor.

The chef let out an audible gasp of surprise as I feel his footsteps coming before looking around for the noise, which I then quickly slinked in right next to his feet.

Making quick use of my time, I started searching the cabinets before I smell what I needed and opened the cabinet which had baking ingredients, including milk.

MIWLK

I then stayed right next to the door out again as I hear his footsteps going closer again and pass me as I trotted past the door and towards the exit, noticing a staff cleaning the glass from the bottle.

Heh, no one saw shit.

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I had to push and lead the cats a bit to the bowl but they got the message and started drinking pretty fast.

Third step: Affection.

Those that are done I gently pull towards me with my tail so they could be in the middle of the typical quadruped relaxed C-shaped laying pose.

One of them started sniffing and looking for something on my scales.

I'm sorry buddy, the milk is only in the bowl.

Final step: I did it.

Not an hour later, all of them are asleep. Not a noise, not a meow. Just peacefully sleeping to my body heat.

I took a look at the dark sky outside, and took a look at the kittens again. Then ai reminisced my past life, my current life, and the implications it had. Then I contemplated the present.

Welp, at least my life ain't Covid anymore.

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"I know you're hiding something, Troy. It's rare for you to be this quiet."

"STOP."