Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Chapter 122

Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Modern apocalyptic era + Lovecraftian/Anomalies After transmigrating into an apocalyptic game as a minor villain, I’m weak, short, fragile, and constantly hungry—what should I do? Steal the proud and unattainable white moonlight lady that the overpowered female lead yearns for, win over her superior, tame the maid assigned to watch me, and even seize the foundation of the organization the female lead will later build. Finally, take the female lead in as my personal guard—let’s see how much trouble she can stir up then. Thinking everything is under her control, Donia sits high on her throne, only to be shocked… Damn it, she’s actually on her second playthrough! Guard: “She’s forcing our boss to the ground—she must be trying to take our boss back for… gasp!” Poor Donia gradually unlocks her own defeat CGs and precious memories! —————————— While still scheming with the cultists of pleasure, Donia keeps getting promoted within the Anomaly Management Bureau. Guiltily, she glances at the Director sitting behind the office desk. “Donia, it’s just the two of us now…” “I suspect I might be the mole sent by the Cult of Pleasure!” Struggling to keep a straight face, Donia puts on her most loyal and determined expression. “Yes, Director!”

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᮰ᯏᮻᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᯍ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮸ᮗᮟ᮸ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᯚᮑᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮞ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤᯍ

ᮄᮢᮥᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮕᮤᮤᮜᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮤᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢᮯ ᯔᮙᮑᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮻᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮨ ᮝᮑᮞᮙᮑᮓᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮑᮖᮖᮟᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮟᮛᮕ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩᮯ

᮰ᯗᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮢᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮟᮺ ᮵ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕ ᮝᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮑᮜᮜ ᮗᮟ᮵ᯍ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮥᮢᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮜᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮠᮢᮟᮗᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮇᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮒᮑᮞᮔᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮥᮔᯍ᮰

ᯖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮢᮑᮣᮕ ᮵ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮥᮔᮺ᮵ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮥᮒᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮜᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮙᮔᮺ ᮕᮦᮑᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮼᮼᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼᮼᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮸ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ᮸ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛ ᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮀᮜᮥᮣᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯐᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯕᮢᮑᮔᮕ ᮿ ᮃᮕᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᯏᮢᮤᮙᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮵ᯑᮘᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᯛᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ᮵ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮕᮗᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮣ ᮣᮛᮩᮻᮘᮙᮗᮘᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᯏᮜᮣᮟᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮵ᯏᮻᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛ᮵ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮧᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮣᮓᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯕᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᯍ᮰

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮜᮙᮔᮣᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮺ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕᮺ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮀᮥᮞᮙᮣᮘᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮟᮢᮑᮢᮩᯉ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮥᮜᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮧᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮧᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᯗᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮸ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮸ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮦᮙᮓᮤᮟᮢᮩᯍ᮰

᮰ᮄᮢᮥᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮦᮙᮓᮤᮟᮢᮩᯍ᮰

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮠᮙᮓᮤᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮗᮞᮙᮖᮙᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕᮼ

᮰ᯏᮞᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮕᮑᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮯ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯗ ᮑᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮤᮢᮥᮣᮤᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤᮯᮮ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮜᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮧᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮖᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮥᮠ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕᮢᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮰ᯔᮙᮞᮕ᮰ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᯛᮘᮝᮯ ᯗ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮮ᮰

ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮓᮙᮢᮓᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮞᮑᮠᮼ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

᮰ᯖᮝᮝᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯜᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮝᮙᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᯈ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮼ

ᯔᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮕᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮗᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᯛᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮀᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮠᮟᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮣ—ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯔᮙᮑᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮙᮑᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮣᮤᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮙᮢ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯓᮣᮤᮑᮒᮜᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮖᮜᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮙ᮪᮪ᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮕᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤᮼ᮰

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮟᮥᮤᯍ

ᯓᮞᮕᮢᮗᮙ᮪ᮕᮔᮺ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮓᮜᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮣᮺ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮝᮙᮜᮙᮤᮑᮢᮩ ᮓᮑᮠᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮔᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮤᮩ ᮓᮟᮢᮢᮙᮔᮟᮢᮺ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤ ᮓᮟᮖᮖᮕᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮕᮢᮑᮝᮙᮓ ᮝᮥᮗᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮨᮕᮔᮺ ᮕᮑᮣᮩᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮞᮞᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮤᮕᮼ

᮰ᯏᮘᮺ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮼ᮰

ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮜᮥᮤᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯖᮟᮧ ᮙᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮥᮣᮒᮑᮞᮔᯍ᮰

᮰ᯏᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮥᮣᮒᮑᮞᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ᮰ ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮩᮝᮒᮟᮜᮙᮓ ᮗᮕᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼᮼᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮘᮥᮣᮒᮑᮞᮔ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮥᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮣᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮥᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮑᮜ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮥᮤᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮢᮕᮖᮥᮣᮕᮺ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮕᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮑᮢᮩ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮕᮤ ᯚᮟᮢᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮻᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮟᮑᮺ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮺ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮯ ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮙᮠᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮞᮟᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮦᮕᮼ᮰

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮧᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣᮺ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮢᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

᮰ᯖᮝᮝᮼᮼᮼ ᮓᮟᮖᮖᮕᮕᮺ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮔᮼ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮔᯍ ᯒᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮥᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮑᮗᮟᯍ᮰

᮰ᯏᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᮩᮕᮣᮼ᮰

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮝᮝᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮕᮝᮒᮑᮢᮢᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘᮼ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮕᮢᮙᮟᮢ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᮼ᮰ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮢᮝᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮒᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮖᮖ ᮓᮑᮖᮕᮤᮕᮢᮙᮑᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮨᮠᮙᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮠᮟᮓᮑᮜᮩᮠᮤᮙᮓ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮚᮟᮒᮺ ᮑ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮒᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯚᮥᮨᮥᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮑᮖᮖᮟᮢᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮒᮕᮑᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮢᮟᮣᮕᮼ

᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮖᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮘᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᮄᮣᮛᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮝᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮸ᮝᮕ᮸ᯍ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ

᮰ᯗᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼ᮰

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮒᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮠᮢᮟᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮩᮼ

᮸ᯑᮜᮙᮞᮛᮼ᮸

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮣ ᮘᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮟᮔᮕᮞ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮟᮤᮑᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮗᮟᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮣᮯ

᮰ᯖᮟᮧ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᯍ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮑᮜᮖ ᮙᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮔᮗᮕᮤᮼ ᮅᮣᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮓᮢᮥᮙᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮝᮕ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮙᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯓᮑᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮕᮗᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮟᮠ ᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮜᮕ ᮗᮑᮢᮒᮑᮗᮕᮼ ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᯍ᮰

᮰ᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮧᮘᮕᮜᮝᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮕᮕᮓᮘᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮡᮥᮙᮦᮑᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞ ᯓᮨᮕᮓᮥᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᯝᮖᮖᮙᮓᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮑᮜᮑᮢᮩᮯ

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮞᮤ ᮥᮠᮠᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮤᮟᮠᮼ

᮰ᮃᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮓᮟᮟᮜᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯕᮕᮤ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮢᮟᮦᮕᮜ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮻᮩᮕᮣᮼ᮰

ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮓᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮘᮥᮢᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮤᮘᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ

ᮄᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮒᮜᮥᮢᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᯘᮥᮜᮙᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮕᮤ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮞᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮠᮑᮙᮔ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮰ᮖᮟᮟᮜᮙᮣᮘ᮰ ᮝᮙᮣᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

᮰ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮧᮙᮣᮘ ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᯓᮨᮓᮕᮜᮜᮕᮞᮓᮩ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮑᮞᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ᮰ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮧ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮢᮙᮔᮟᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Modern apocalyptic era + Lovecraftian/Anomalies After transmigrating into an apocalyptic game as a minor villain, I’m weak, short, fragile, and constantly hungry—what should I do? Steal the proud and unattainable white moonlight lady that the overpowered female lead yearns for, win over her superior, tame the maid assigned to watch me, and even seize the foundation of the organization the female lead will later build. Finally, take the female lead in as my personal guard—let’s see how much trouble she can stir up then. Thinking everything is under her control, Donia sits high on her throne, only to be shocked… Damn it, she’s actually on her second playthrough! Guard: “She’s forcing our boss to the ground—she must be trying to take our boss back for… gasp!” Poor Donia gradually unlocks her own defeat CGs and precious memories! —————————— While still scheming with the cultists of pleasure, Donia keeps getting promoted within the Anomaly Management Bureau. Guiltily, she glances at the Director sitting behind the office desk. “Donia, it’s just the two of us now…” “I suspect I might be the mole sent by the Cult of Pleasure!” Struggling to keep a straight face, Donia puts on her most loyal and determined expression. “Yes, Director!”

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