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[Aisha, the mute girl. She is a diligent and kind girl.]
[When three gold button policemen pushed the door open, overturned the steaming chickpea curry, raised their bronze batons and sneered: "You didn't pay two rupees in protection fees last month, you bitch, are you going to use this pig food to pay off your debt?"]
[Dara squatted on the crooked TV antenna and saw this scene. His back teeth were almost broken. He saw Aisha's cracked toes sinking into the hot curry, and her turbid and helpless tears fell on Officer Kumar's shiny leather boots.]
[The mango core made a slight sound in the slingshot’s leather bag. Dara jumped onto the ochre-red eaves, took out the slingshot, and aimed at the lion emblem on the police cap that symbolized colonial rule——]
[“Dang!”]
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“Dang!”
On the ochre-red eaves, Su Mingan showed a bright smile that was inconsistent with his personality, as if he had "played" Dara to perfection.
He took out a slingshot from his worn pocket, fired it with a mango core, and with a flick of his finger, hit the Lord of Thinking Faith on the head.
This was such a plain, simple, and unadorned attack. It did not involve divine power, white tentacles, or any huge energy or power of faith. It was just a sucked mango core.
The moment of hitting.
The Lord of Thought and Faith leaned back as if he had been shot.
In a trance, it seemed as if an invisible "police hat" fell off his head.
…
[Dara took out the slingshot hidden under his ribs, and the dried mango pit tore through the air, accurately hitting the gold badge on the policeman's hat. The clanging sound startled the crows on the wires, and he heard the hoarse laughter of old Banu amid the flying black feathers:]
[“Look! Shiva’s monkey has come to punish the wicked!”]
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"Look! Shiva's monkey is here to punish the evildoers!" The sari-clad mother-in-law laughed out loud and raised the trash can again, intending to throw it at the "damn police officer Kumar."
"Rovasha... Creator... Olives... You..." The voice of the Lord of Thought and Faith began to distort, and He found that His image was being covered by the logic of the story. The extremely powerful gray fog was now transformed into an event where "the iron-hatted police officer Kumar led his troops to suppress the mob."
A mango pit and two trash cans cannot stop the Lord of Thought and Faith, but they are enough to stop the steps of the "iron-hatted police officer". In this story, he has been arranged by Alauddin to be the villain "Police Officer Kumar"!
And the hero "Dara" who jumped on the ochre-red eaves became a "magic monkey" who punished the evildoers!
Soon after, the Goddess of Light and Laplace's Demon, who had just intruded into this story, also received the same "care".
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[“Little dirty monkey.” Lady Field stepped into the slums with disdain, her malachite earrings trembling constantly: “This is Colonel Rhodes’ charity dinner. Tell the flying thief that if he comes to see me, I will reward him with a whole bag of silver coins.”]
[Colonel Rhodes, who was standing beside her, had gloomy edges and sickly golden-brown irises. He held up his gloves and said calmly, "That's right, let that Dara come to see me. If he kneels before me, I will reward him with power and freedom."]
【Only two whooshing sounds were heard.】
[They both felt a pain in their foreheads at the same time, and the cunning thief Dara had already run away. He laughed loudly, waved his hands and hummed loudly.]
[“Don’t think of me becoming your running dog!”]
[“Hero Dara will never admit defeat and will never bow his head!”]
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"Dara is coming! Darra is coming!"
It was an unparalleled cheer.
That was the laughter of people welcoming a hero.
On the ochre-red eaves, there is the extremely free and passionate male protagonist.
That is the hope in the eyes and hearts of countless poor people. It is the fantasy in the hearts of countless untouchables oppressed by power above the dirty river that remains unchanged all year round.
Every time young Dara fired his slingshot, the words in the sky flickered - those were the traces of Alauddin's crazy rewriting in the real world.
Alauddin sat in the shadow, writing at his desk, his feather pen bleeding. His wholehearted rewriting made his head buzz, his throat taste sweet, and his fingers tremble, but he did not stop. He would not stop. He knew that at this moment, the whole world was watching his story, watching his childhood fantasy that no one cared about. His dear, dear "Dara"! Please jump to the highest branch and respond to the little him with a smile!
Look, Alauddin, your fantasy has paid off!
Your words that no one cares about, your stories that can only be abandoned in abandoned documents, one day, everyone will see the burning fire in your heart!
A billion people...a billion people are watching!
My story, the story of my youth, is helping the real savior escape!
Alauddin locked himself in a shabby house converted from a container, tied his trembling wrists with his daughter's favorite red hairband, and tied his forehead with the headscarf his wife wore before she died. He wrote frantically with tears streaming down his face. When the text "Dara escaped from the pursuit of the police officers" was forcibly inserted into the first chapter, Su Mingan under the sky successfully broke through the blockade of the high-dimensional people and ran away with the slingshot of freedom!
What he is about to step into is the next story, the river described by the next person!
Su Mingan knew it clearly in his heart.
When he put pen to paper,
He was no longer in the sky surrounded by the gods, but was suddenly in the story of Alauddin.
He couldn't change the entire world, as that would require an enormous amount of energy, but he could make the replaced memory lenses target only himself.
As long as he lives, that beautiful future is within reach.
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