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Tears silently slid from the eyes of the Slowpoke, each drop reflecting the helplessness and despair deep within him. Under the overwhelming pressure of Mario, Slowpoke finally couldn't bear it anymore. He broke down emotionally, crying uncontrollably under the gaze of everyone, his tears not only expressing physical pain but also the despair of his soul being completely destroyed.
Luigi witnessed this scene, a mocking smile appearing on his face, followed by loud laughter filled with contempt and cruelty. He casually threw the Baby Mario in his hand to the ground, as if such behavior could increase his happiness, laughing heartily, completely disregarding Slowpoke's feelings.
Mario stood aside, a hint of a cold smile on his face. This smile carried a confidence in power and control, as well as a kind of indifference to the slow turtle's miserable situation. At this moment, they were no longer the heroes in people's hearts, but the source of fear and despair.
In the whole scene, the slow turtle's crying became the biggest contrast, his pain and despair appearing particularly desolate amidst Mario and Luigi's laughter. This scene was not only a torment to the slow turtle's body and mind, but also a heavy blow to the hearts of everyone present, making people can't help but reflect that the real demon might not be outside, but hidden deep inside everyone's heart.
Mario's voice is full of mockery and contempt, as he speaks while looking down at the trembling Slowpoke on the ground, with a twisted smile on his face. "Oh... dear Slowpoke, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" His tone feigns concern, as if coaxing a child, but every word is like a cold blade, piercing into Slowpoke's heart. "Afraid you'll never make it home to see your turtle family? Oh... or are you afraid of the sound of your bones breaking one by one?" Mario's voice reveals a cruel enjoyment, as if he can foresee Slowpoke's fear and despair.
Then, his voice suddenly becomes gentle, yet more sinister: "Don't be afraid... just obediently tell me what I want, and I will naturally... give you a way out, okay?" This sentence seems like a glimmer of hope, but Slowpoke knows it's only the beginning of deeper torment. Mario's eyes and smile hide his endless madness and thirst for power, sending chills to anyone from the core.
The turtle trembled all over, tears blurring his vision, filled with a sense of powerlessness and despair. He knew that the man in front of him would not easily let him go, no matter what choice he made, an unforeseeable path awaited him. Every word and expression from Mario constantly tore at the turtle's soul, making him feel unprecedented fear and pain.
The turtle's voice trembled and became excited, almost on the verge of pleading: "Okay... I'll talk! I'll talk! Please... don't hurt me... please!" His voice was filled with fear and despair, tears falling from his eyes as he screamed hysterically. In that moment, all dignity and fighting spirit seemed to be consumed by fear, leaving only the instinct to survive.
Mario heard this response and a smug smile appeared on his face. He said contemptuously and satisfiedly, "Oh... of course, my friend. As long as you cooperate, this little thing is certainly within my capabilities." His tone revealed a mocking attitude towards the slowly retreating despair and satisfaction with his control of the situation.
Afterward, Mario placed the slowly retreating turtle on the ground, no longer applying pressure. The turtle gasped for breath on the ground, feeling a temporary relief, but the deep fear and despair still lingered, shrouding its mind. At this moment, Mario became an eternal nightmare in its heart, an inescapable shadow in both the present and the future.
The slow turtle's breakdown is not only a fear for his own safety, but also a desperate realization of the true face of the so-called hero in front of him. In those tragic eyes and painful gasps, the images of Mario and Luigi have been completely distorted, no longer the saviors in anyone's eyes, but cold and heartless demons.
The slow turtle's voice trembles as he sobs, speaking with a choked voice, "Koopa... Lord Koopa suddenly disappeared last week... more and more people in our country are also disappearing suddenly, and everyone is spreading rumors... that the heavens are punishing us, pulling us into an endless black hole, to endure eternal punishment." His words are filled with despair and panic, tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes, showing his powerlessness in the current situation and fear for the future.
Mario heard this and widened his eyes, a mixture of surprise and deep thought on his face for a moment. In his heart, he thought, "Isn't the bottomless black hole exactly the prophecy that old man I executed previously mentioned?" The old man's warning and prophecy echoed in Mario's mind at this moment, making him unable to help but reconsider those absurd and ridiculous words in his eyes. A hint of unease arose in his heart, beginning to question whether his previous decisions were truly correct, and whether there was a deeper meaning and crisis quietly approaching behind them.
The slow information about Kuba's disappearance is not just a simple piece of news for Mario, but a significant revelation about the future of their entire world. At this moment, Mario is filled with confusion.
Mario's anger burned like molten lava, his eyes glaring as he roared, "This is impossible! How could this happen!" His voice echoed through the ruins of the battlefield, shaking every inch of the air. Slowly Turtle seemed extremely small in the face of his anger, almost unable to breathe in fear, shrinking his body, not daring to lift his head, trembling all over, deeply afraid that he would perish in Mario's rage the next second.
The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, Slowly Turtle's fear contrasting sharply with Mario's anger. At this moment, Slowly Turtle felt an unprecedented despair, knowing that his life was in the hands of this hero burning with anger, any misstep could be the end of his life. And Mario was struggling to digest this unbelievable news, behind his anger, hiding the panic of unknown threats and the anxiety of losing control.
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