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After Slowpoke finished speaking, he still gasped for breath with lingering fear in his eyes, as if those suddenly appearing terrifying black holes were right in front of him. Mario frowned, his face showing a gloomy expression, and he coldly asked, "Where do those holes appear? When do they appear? Did Bowser fall into one of those holes too?" As he spoke, Mario grabbed Slowpoke's shoulder and began shaking him forcefully.
This sudden movement made Slowpoke even more panicked, his body shaking uncontrollably under Mario's grip, and he could only try to concentrate and answer, "I... I don't know... they... they appear randomly, with no... no specific time or place... Lord Bowser... I... I'm not sure either..."
Mario's eyes narrowed more and more, and the uncertainty made him feel unhappy. This random appearance of an unknown black hole, and even the whereabouts of Koopa, has become a mystery. Mario feels an unprecedented challenge and pressure. At this critical moment, Mario knows he must stay calm and find a way to solve it all.
Mario's anger is like the calm before the storm. He slowly pushes the turtle to the ground, and then his gaze falls to the floor. His gloomy expression seems to be contemplating something. The whole space becomes oppressive because of his anger, and even the air seems to have solidified. Luigi feels this intense emotion and walks cautiously towards Mario, asking, "Brother... are you okay?"
This sentence seems to have broken some kind of silent barrier. Mario lifted his head, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and curiosity. In this moment, Luigi could feel his brother's inner struggle and unease, and also realized that the situation in front of them was much more complex than they had imagined. Mario and Luigi locked eyes, wordlessly conveying deep trust and determination between the two brothers.
In a moment of dead silence and tension, Mario suddenly let out a deep and threatening laugh. His laughter echoed on the battlefield, filled with an eerie and ominous feeling. This laughter was not a release of joy, but a declaration filled with control and fear, like a fierce beast in the dark suddenly revealing its terrifying fangs.
Luigi heard the sudden laughter and couldn't help but shudder. He knew that behind this laughter was not only the joy of victory, but also a kind of unfathomable darkness and cruelty. He couldn't believe that this was the laughter of his own brother, filled with a suffocating oppression and fear.
The surrounding soldiers felt this strange laughter, and their already tense nerves instantly tightened to the extreme. They exchanged terrified glances, as if seeking some comfort, but in this ominous atmosphere, they found no peace. Even the slow-moving turtle on the ground felt a fear like never before, a fear that made it unable to make a sound, only trembling silently.
Mario's laughter was like a chilling wind sweeping through the battlefield, reaching into the hearts of everyone. No one could understand the meaning behind this laughter, but they could feel it - an irresistible force and absolute dominance. In this moment, Mario was no longer the hero and savior in their hearts, but a source of fear that was untouchable and unapproachable.
Luigi was momentarily puzzled by his brother's reaction, but in order to not let this sudden laughter seem lonely, he also laughed along, despite his lingering doubts.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers on the side were also infected by this sudden sense of joy and began to laugh along. They exchanged perplexed yet unwilling to be excluded from this wave of joy. Even the slow tortoise on the ground, after experiencing endless fear and despair, also began to laugh silently, perhaps infected by this sudden atmosphere of laughter, or perhaps just to continue surviving in this crazy world.
Mario's laughter suddenly came to a halt, and the entire battlefield seemed to freeze with it. His gaze suddenly turned to the side, to the soldier who was laughing, and the icy, piercing gaze instantly made the surrounding air solidify. Mario's expression changed abruptly, from the previous fervor to coldness. He harshly questioned, "What are you laughing at, soldier? Do you find something so funny? Is it me? Am I funny?"
The soldier who was directly named instantly felt an unprecedented fear, as if he were frozen in place, his lips trembling, and he struggled to utter a few words: "I... I don't know, sir." His voice was extremely weak, filled with fear and uncertainty, as if he would be engulfed by Mario's anger the next second.
This scene sent a chill through everyone around, freezing the atmosphere that had been filled with laughter following Mario's laughter. Everyone held their breath, afraid to make any sound. Mario's sudden emotional change was like a sudden storm, catching everyone off guard.
Mario stared coldly at the soldier, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became unusually heavy. Everyone could feel the oppression, as if the entire space was under Mario's control. Under his anger and threat, everyone was afraid of becoming his next target.
With each step Mario took, the atmosphere became more tense. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing the soldier's heart. Mario gritted his teeth and growled, "If you don't know, then what are you laughing at?" This sentence exploded like thunder in the soldier's ears. In the next moment, Mario's right hand quickly rose and then fiercely slapped the soldier's cheek.
With a crisp and loud "smack," a bright red handprint immediately appeared on the soldier's face. The searing pain made him instinctively cover his cheek, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that Mario would strike him. This sudden slap not only landed on his face but also heavily struck his heart, making him deeply feel his own powerlessness and vulnerability.
The air around them seemed to freeze as the soldiers all lowered their heads, afraid to witness the scene. Mario's action served as a stark warning, reminding everyone present that even after the victory, they still lived under Mario's reign of terror, where any hint of disrespect or frivolity could lead to deadly consequences.
The red mark on the soldier's face is not only physical pain, but also mental humiliation and fear. In an instant, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed from jubilation to oppression, and everyone's heart was shrouded in unease and fear, afraid of becoming the next target of Mario's punishment.
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