They Promised to Hate Men, So Why Are Their Eyes Sparkling with Hearts?

Chapter 61

They Promised to Hate Men, So Why Are Their Eyes Sparkling with Hearts?

After accidentally transmigrating into a novel world blending cliché romance tropes, Ji Mu is given a mission: change the four female leads’ negative perceptions of men, and he’ll return to the real world with a 100-million reward. What seemed like easy money soon takes a bizarre turn. “System, didn’t you say these heroines despise men so much that even the closest relationships would stay purely platonic?” Staring at the blushing, heart-eyed women closing in on him, Ji Mu breaks into a cold sweat, trembling in the corner. “Let me ask you one last time—are you absolutely sure this is just friendship?!” [Host, forget friendship for a second. Do you know what a ‘juicer’ is?] The system’s sudden, cryptic question makes him gulp, dread pooling in his gut. “W-what do you mean?” [Just a friendly warning…] The system pauses, its tone dripping with resignation. [All four of them are.] … If four wildly different, juicer-type beauties set their sights on you at once, what would you do? Only a child would try to choose—any sane person would bolt. “I can’t handle even one, let alone four!” Clutching the doorframe in a desperate last stand before being dragged into the room, Ji Mu wails: “SYSTEM, SAVE MEEEE!!!”

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᮳ᯇᯄ ᯎᯅᯅᯈᯂᯄ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄᮍ

ᮦᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯊᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖ ᯋᯀᯓᯓᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯂᯀᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯇᯈᯅᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯍᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯏᯎᯑᯂᯄᯋᯀᯈᯍ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑ ᯓᯈᯋᯄᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯓᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯁᯀᯓᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯒᯔᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯑᯀᯏᯄ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯈᯍ ᯕᯄᯈᯋᮋ ᯋᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ

ᮠ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯌᯎᯒ ᯒᯀᯓ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯒᯊᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯖᯈᯒᯏᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯌ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯃᯈᯒᯒᯈᯏᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯍᯄ ᯏᯎᯓᯓᯄᯃ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᯓ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯋ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯌᯄᯃ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᮋ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯕᯈᯁᯑᯀᯍᯓ ᯅᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯒ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯊ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯀᯒᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯈᯓᮍ

ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯈᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯋᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯄᯏ ᯁᯘ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᮋ ᮱ᯔᯀᯍ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯐᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯑᯎᯎᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯅᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯏᯎᯔᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᯁᯄᯀᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮫ᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᮋ ᯃᯔᯌᯌᯘᮍᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯖᯀᯕᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄᯍᮞᮁ

᮱ᯔᯀᯍ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯐᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯈᯌᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯔᯒᯊ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯅᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯋᯄᯄᯕᯄᮍ ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮭᯎᮍᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯂᯇᯔᯂᯊᯋᯄᮍ

᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯃᯀᯙᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯒᯎ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯃᯄᯍᯘ ᯈᯓᮞ

ᮢᯇᯎᯎᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯀᯋᯋ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯁᯕᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯋᯈᯄᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯌᯏᯋᯘ ᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯋᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔᮋ ᯖᯀᯈᯓ ᯀ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍᮋ ᯍᯀᯓᯔᯑᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯄᯀᯆᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯋᯏᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᮱ᯔᯀᯍ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯐᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯒ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯅᯄᯑᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒᮍᮁ

ᮠᯃᯎᯏᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯅᯅᯈᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯍᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯒᯈᯍᯂᯄᯑᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯒᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯈᯓᮞ ᮠ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᮋ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯋᮍᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯏᯀᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯌᯈᯃᮌᯒᯓᯄᯏᮍ

ᮁᮠᯇᮋ ᮨ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯆᯎᯓ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮍᮁ

᮲ᯄᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ ᯃᯄᯄᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ

᮲ᯎ ᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯃᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯓᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯔᯌᯎᯑᯒ ᯒᯀᯘᮍ ᮨ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ—

᮲ᮬᮠᮢ᮪ᮀ

ᮠ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯏᮋ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯋᯀᯏ ᯒᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯋᯃᯄᯑ ᯌᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯒᯍᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯀᯈᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊ ᯑᯀᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯅᯑᯀᯈᯋ ᯅᯑᯀᯌᯄ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯓᯎᯏᯏᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᮍ

ᮧᯈᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯗ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯇᯎᯂᯊ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯆᯎᯍᯘᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯆᯀᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄ ᯆᯋᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯅᯔᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯋ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯎᯈᯍᯆᮞᮀᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯅᯋᯄᯗᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯃᯑᯄᯖ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯋᯀᯏ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯁᯄᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯔᯌᯌᯘᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯄᯃ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᮋ

ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯑᯊ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯎᯎᯊᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯄᯀᯒᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯔᯄᯒᯒ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍ ᯂᯋᯔᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊᮋ ᯓᯄᯄᯓᯇ ᯆᯑᯈᯓᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯓᯖᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᯖᯀᯑᯃᮍ

ᮣᯀᯌᯍ ᯈᯓᮋ ᮨ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯌᯘ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯔᯘ… ᯈᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯌᯄ ᯔᯍᯇᯈᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯋᯔᯍᯀᯓᯈᯂ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯍᯎ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯋᯎᯆᯈᯂᮀ

ᮁᮩᯈ ᮬᯔᮋ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯈᯓ ᯀ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯄᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯐᯔᯈᯂᯊᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᮍ ᮁᮠᯏᯎᯋᯎᯆᯈᯙᯄ ᯓᯎ ᮳ᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ ᮹ᯇᯀᯍᯆ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘᮍᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍ ᯃᯄᯒᯂᯑᯈᯁᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯄᯑᯑᯀᯓᯈᯂ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯎᯓᮌᯓᯄᯌᯏᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯒᯒᯔᯌᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯗᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

ᮭᯎᯖᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯒᯂᯑᯈᯏᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮤᯗᯀᯂᯓᯋᯘᮀ ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍᮋ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᮨ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯈᯏᯋᯈᯍᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯌᯘ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯄᮞᮁ

ᮡᯎᯋᯒᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯑᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯌᯀᯍ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯒᯏᯄᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯘᯏᯎᯂᯑᯈᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋ ᯏᯋᯀᯓᯈᯓᯔᯃᯄᯒᮍ

ᮁᮨᯅ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯑᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ’ᯋᯋ ᯒᯔᯅᯅᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯎᯂᯈᯄᯓᯘᮍᮁ

ᮁᮬᯘ ᯇᯀᯑᯒᯇ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯆᯎᯎᯃᮀᮁ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄ ᯑᯀᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᮋ ᯌᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘ’ᯒ ᯈᯍᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓ ᯆᯀᯙᯄᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯁᯑᯀᯕᯀᯃᯎ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯃᯄᯅᯋᯀᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯇᯑᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮧᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯌᯔᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯖᯄᯀᯊ ᯑᯄᯓᯎᯑᯓᮍ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮡᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄᯒᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯎᯍᯄ’ᯒ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮍ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯍᯃᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯑᯃᯒᯇᯈᯏᮞᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ’ᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯄᯍᯃᯔᯑᯄ ᯈᯓᮍᮁ

ᮭᯎ ᯇᯀᯑᯃᯒᯇᯈᯏᮞ ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯔᯅᯅᯄᯑᮞ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯈᯃᯈᯎᯓ ᯃᯎᯄᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮞ

ᮁᮩᯈ ᮬᯔᮋ ᮳ᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ ᮹ᯇᯀᯍᯆ ᯀᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯑᯀᯒᯇᯋᯘᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮌᯓᯄᯑᯌ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯅᯈᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋᮍᮁ

ᮯᯋᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯄᯀᯂᯄᯌᯀᯊᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯃᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯏᯑᯎᯀᯂᯇᯅᯔᯋ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯈᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯖᯀᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯅᯋᯀᯓ ᮁᮮᯇᮋᮁ ᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯈᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯈᯍᯂᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯏᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯌᯘ ᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯑᯀᯒᯇᮍ ᮧᯎᯏᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮍᮁ

ᮧᯈᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯀᯑᯁᯎᯍ ᯂᯎᯏᯘ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯗᯂᯔᯒᯄᯒ—ᯁᯋᯀᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ敷衍ᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯒᯏᯄᯄᯂᯇᯋᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯓᯀᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯏᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮍ

ᮥᯎᯑ ᯀ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯅᯈᯍᯃ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯁᯔᯓᯓᯀᯋᮍ

ᮁᮣᯄᯁᯓᯒ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯏᯀᯈᯃᮋ ᯆᯑᯈᯄᯕᯀᯍᯂᯄᯒ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯋᯄᯃᮍᮁ

ᮬᯈᯌᯈᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯋᯄᯂᯓᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯈᯍᯔᯄᯃ ᯋᯀᯙᯈᯋᯘᮋ ᮁ᮵ᯈᯂᯓᯈᯌᮌᯁᯋᯀᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯒ ᯎᯔᯓᯃᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯍᯎᯍᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄᮍ ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯃᯑᯀᯆ ᯈᯍᯍᯎᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯈᯓᮞᮁ

ᮢᯇᯄᯀᯏᮋ ᯌᯀᯋᯈᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯎᯑᯈᯆᯈᯍᯀᯋᮍ

ᮮᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯎᯋᯃ ᮰ᯈᯎᯍᯆ ᮸ᯀᯎ ᯃᯑᯀᯌᯀᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯏᯔᯋᯋ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯀᯁᯒᯔᯑᯃᮍ

ᮁᮩᯈ ᮬᯔᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯑᯄ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯁᯋᯀᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎ ᮱ᯔᯀᯍᮍ ᮶ᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯅᯄᯑ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒᯄᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯕᯎᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯕᯄᯑᯒᯘᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆᮋ ᯓᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯗᯏᯋᯀᯈᯍᮍ

ᮁᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯈᯍᯂᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯀᯓ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮶ᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯎ ᯂᯇᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯄᯀᯒᯔᯑᯄᮍᮁ

᮲ᯎᯅᯓᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯌᯏᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯈᯌᯏᯎᯑᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯔᯏᯂᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᮤᯗᯏᯎᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᮢᯎᯍᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯈᯒᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯒᯂᯀᯍᯃᯀᯋ ᯀᯑᯈᯒᯄᯒ ᯃᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯏᯄᯑᯈᯎᯃᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯈᯌᯏᯋᯄᮍᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯃᯈᯒᯌᯈᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮍ ᮁᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯏᯈᯂᯊ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮌᯁᯄᯇᯀᯕᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯄᯄᯂᯇᮍᮁ

᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯍᯎᯍᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋ ᯒᯏᯈᯑᯈᯓ ᯎᯑ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯇᯎᯍᯎᯑ—

ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯀᯑᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᮋ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯂᯑᯀᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯔᯑᯕᯈᯕᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯀᯊᯄ ᯌᯎᯍᯄᯘᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯇᯈᯒ ᮑᮔ ᯌᯈᯋᯋᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯋᯒᯄ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮧᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯒᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯓᯖᯈᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯎᯁᯋᯄᯌ ᯈᯒ… ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯗᯏᯎᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᮢᯎᯍᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯅᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯀᯑᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯘᯎᯔᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯍ ᯀᯓᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯇᯎᯖ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᮞ

ᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯅᯋᯈᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯈᯒ ᯀᯍᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᮞ

ᮁᮩᯈ ᮬᯔᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯎᯁᯒᯄᯑᯕᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯍᯘᯌᯎᯑᯄᮍ

ᮁᮧᯎᯖ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯎ ᯈᯑᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄᮞᮀᮁ

᮶ᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯄᯒᯓᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯒᯓᯀᯊᯄᮋ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯇᯄ ᯅᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋ ᯈᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯅᯀᯌᯈᯋᯘᮀ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯆᯋᯎᯑᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮱ᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᮸ᯔᯋᯀᯍ ᮧᯈᯆᯇ ᯈᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯉᯎᯑ ᯂᯇᯀᯋᯋᯄᯍᯆᯄᮍ ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯋᯏᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯘ ᯈᯍᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮀᮁ

ᮁᮠᯒ ᯀ ᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯓᯔᯓᯈᯎᯍ—ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯄᯒᯇᯌᯀᯍ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒ—ᯀᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯒᯇᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮞᮀᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔᮙ ᮁᮭᯎᮋ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᮨ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯎᯑᯀᯋᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ—ᮀᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᯓ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯃᯎ ᮨ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯎᯑᯀᯋᯒᮋ ᮨ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯀᯍᯍᯄᯑᯒᮍᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯏᯋᯀᯈᯍᯋᯘᮋ ᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯁᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨᯅ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯘ ᯃᯎᯆ ᯁᯀᯑᯊᯒ ᯀᯓ ᯌᯄᮋ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯊᯈᯂᯊ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎᯎᮍ ᮦᯎᯓ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯎᯁᯋᯄᯌ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᮌ᮸ᯎᯔᮍᮍᮍᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯈᯌᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃ ᯁᯋᯀᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯌᯈᯍᯃ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯈᯍᯒᯔᯋᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᯒᯄᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯑᯔᯓᯇᯋᯄᯒᯒᯋᯘᮞᮀ

ᮣᯀᯌᯌᯈᯓᮀ ᮳ᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯖᯈᯍᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮀ

ᮁᮨᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯋᯒᯄᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯁᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯎᯖᮍᮁ

ᮩᯈ ᮬᯔ ᯆᯀᯕᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯋᯈᯓᯄ ᯁᯎᯖᮍ

ᮁᮮᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᮋ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯒᯓ ᯎᯍ ᯌᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯔᯌᯌᯘ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯅᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᮨ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯀᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒ ᯄᯈᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯓᯄᯎᯔᯒ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯅᯈᯑᯌ ᯔᯋᯓᯈᯌᯀᯓᯔᯌᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ—ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ—ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯀᯋᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯅᯅᯈᯂᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯆᯎᯍᯄ ᯅᯀᯑ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯀᯕᯘ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍ

ᮁᮩᯈ ᮬᯔᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᮤᯗᯏᯎᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᮢᯎᯍᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯈᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯕᯄᯍᯓᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯈᯏᯀᯋ ᯇᯀᯒ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯄᯄᯂᯇ ᯁᯎᯍᯔᯒ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯄᯒᯇᯌᯀᯍ ᯑᯄᯏᯑᯄᯒᯄᯍᯓᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᮑᮏᮏᮋᮏᮏᮏ ᯘᯔᯀᯍ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᮍᮁ

ᮠᯒ ᯀ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯑᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋ ᯂᯀᯑᯃᮍ

ᮁᮠᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮞᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯒᯒᯔᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯆᯈᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘ’ᯒ ᯌᯎᯍᯄᯘᮌᯆᯑᯔᯁᯁᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᯆᯈᯕᯄ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯏᯀᯔᯒᯄᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯍᯄᯗᯓ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯑᯄᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁᮣᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯓᯔᯍᯍᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨᯅ ᯀ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯒ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯕᯈᯂᯓᯈᯌᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄᯀᯑ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯌᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯎᮌᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯄᯒᯇᯌᯀᯍ ᯑᯄᯏᯑᯄᯒᯄᯍᯓᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯏᯎᯒᯈᯓᯈᯎᯍ—ᮁ

ᮨᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯍᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯘ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮧᯈᯒ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯑᯄᯄᯙᯄ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯄᯓᯎᯏᯒᮍ

ᮁ—ᯂᯀᯍ ᯆᯎ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ ᯄᯋᯒᯄᮍᮁ

They Promised to Hate Men, So Why Are Their Eyes Sparkling with Hearts?

After accidentally transmigrating into a novel world blending cliché romance tropes, Ji Mu is given a mission: change the four female leads’ negative perceptions of men, and he’ll return to the real world with a 100-million reward. What seemed like easy money soon takes a bizarre turn. “System, didn’t you say these heroines despise men so much that even the closest relationships would stay purely platonic?” Staring at the blushing, heart-eyed women closing in on him, Ji Mu breaks into a cold sweat, trembling in the corner. “Let me ask you one last time—are you absolutely sure this is just friendship?!” [Host, forget friendship for a second. Do you know what a ‘juicer’ is?] The system’s sudden, cryptic question makes him gulp, dread pooling in his gut. “W-what do you mean?” [Just a friendly warning…] The system pauses, its tone dripping with resignation. [All four of them are.] … If four wildly different, juicer-type beauties set their sights on you at once, what would you do? Only a child would try to choose—any sane person would bolt. “I can’t handle even one, let alone four!” Clutching the doorframe in a desperate last stand before being dragged into the room, Ji Mu wails: “SYSTEM, SAVE MEEEE!!!”

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