The frivolous merchants, the proud gamblers, the wandering slaves, the last survivors of the Evigins, the gold dusting has many identities, and they are like one "scar" after another, engraved on the naked body and soul of the gold.

To this day, the product code on the neck still retains the scorching heat of the initial branding, always reminding the gold placer.

"You're going to lose at any time."

No one can win all the time, but the life of the gold is built on one "gamble" after another.

As a child, he gambled his life on his mother's necklace, which was the last physical memorial to the concept of his mother, and when the Evigin perished and became a slave, he gambled on the death of his slave owner with thirty taamba (red copper coins), so that he could be favored by Interstellar Peace as a living object to watch.

His successful entry into the company does not mean that he is safe and sound, but on the contrary, it is the beginning of another bigger gamble.

He gambled with others, he began to bet with a nation, he began to bet with a planet, until he reaped a rain of chips and brought one planet after another under the umbrella of Interstellar Peace.

There are many people who covet his position, even if his talent is favored by "Diamond", and after countless games, he is promoted to "Ten People with Stone Hearts", but there are still many people who look down on him.

Honor can take off his shackles, but it can't get rid of the discrimination in people's hearts.

Insults, insults, this is all light, countless assassinations, business competition, poisoning, in the company's environment, is not even unusual.

Everyone wants to see how far this "Evekin slave" can go, and whether he will turn into a corpse in a stinking ditch in his next gamble.

If the placer dies, it means that the word "Evigin" has completely dissolved into nothingness and has been kicked into the sewers of history.

So, he can't lose.

Fortunately, it seems that he is really a child blessed by Mother God as his mother and sister say, and every time, no matter how thrilling, he finally wins.

But behind this, how many Evekin people's lives have turned into footnotes under the luck of gold dust?

Every night, it was as if they could hear the wails of their people on the night of the slaughter, and they looked at them with sad eyes, holding on to themselves with blood-stained hands, and shouting his name in unison.

"Kakavasia! Kakavasya! ”

The sound was deafening enough to wake him up from any late night.

This is his real name, and a name that no one knows but himself.

Is it possible to get rid of this pain as long as you die?

More than once, the gold dust asked himself so.

But he can't die, his family, his clansmen, his mother, his sister, like invisible chains, stop him from falling into the abyss of self-destruction.

Because as long as they die, no one will remember them, and no one will pay attention to the barren race covered in yellow sand on a lonely planet.

Such a nation will disappear countless times in every Amber Age in the galaxy, so much so that no one even cares why they disappeared, and the company's publicity and distribution department will even make up an almost ridiculous story for the sake of gimmicks.

With such an end, the dust gold has seen too much, too much.........

If he dies now, he will not forgive himself, he has not yet become a child who can make his family, the Mother Goddess, proud.

Therefore, even if this is another mortal gamble, he will definitely win him.

The various thoughts of the gold dust were only completed in an instant, when Yao Luo's milky eyes met him again.

"Sunday gave you 117 seconds, and I can give you 117 seconds to think, ........."

"No need."

Raising his hand, the gold sprinkler ruthlessly interrupted Yao Luo's words, for a gambler, the so-called desperate situation often has another name.

"Turnaround".

All the time, from the destruction of a hometown and the reduction of slavery, until step by step to the current "Ten People of Stone Heart", Ashin has never tried to get anyone's help, and the only one he can rely on is himself.

Now it's not the time for him to use the trump card of "Yaoluo".

"I, refuse."

"Oh~ interesting."

Yao Luo's gaze became appreciative, the so-called luck, in his opinion, is nothing more than the result of choice and chance, if the gold does not have the courage to bet himself on the table, then he does not even have the opportunity to play luck.

Refusing his help means that he will be deprived of everything on Sunday, and the power of the "cornerstone", personal freedom, wealth, and all he can rely on is the illusory "luck".

This courage is not something that everyone has.

Can he win?

"Yes, I have always been a praiser to the truly brave, and the gold, no, or should I call you another name."

"Good luck, Kakavasya."

"When you're ready to get on that stage, I'm going to do my best to give you a true death."

Yao Luo was very satisfied with the courage of the gold dust, at this moment, his doppelganger had no reason to stay here.

"Damn the Rememberer, he actually read my memory."

Spitting fragrantly, the gold dust looked at Yao Luo's body, turning into countless particles in the air, and the time around him stopped, and it began to slowly dissipate.

Although he was ruthless, in the moment before Yao Luo disappeared, he could catch from Yao Luo's eyes that his blessing was sincere and gentle.

This emotion made him feel strange.

"Tick, tick."

The memories in the air began to flow, and the sight of Sunday fell on the gold dust again, full of judgment.

Taking a deep breath, Ashwagen's eyes were full of determination, and he pretended to respond easily.

"Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the corners of Sunday's mouth rose, and sure enough, this unknown "envoy" had been recorded by the family many days ago, probably during the period when the Antimatter Legion attacked Xianzhou.

Streamer Yiting, a force with a connection to the family, someone sold Yaoluo's information early, and the family also recorded this name in the file.

Now that we know who the previous prisoner was, the situation is much easier.

The news that the company cooperated with an envoy to deliberately disadvantage the family and create panic was enough to put the company in an unjust situation, as long as there was a reason, the family would have a way to contain other high-end combat forces and prevent them from coming to Pinocone.

In this way, when the harmonic ceremony is over, it will be too late.

Restraining the smile, Sunday had already received the most important answer, but the interrogation could not stop yet.

"I ask you if you have given the foundation stone to your family. 】”

"Yes."

"Let me ask you, has your memory been modified by the Remembrance? 】”

"No."

"Let me ask you, do you deliberately seek to harm the interests of your family? 】”

"[I ask you, do you ............]"

The next question was almost a brutal interrogation, and even the company's highest-level truth elixir, Ashin had a way to deal with it, but in the face of Tonghuan's holy baptism, he had no chance to refute it, and could only say everything to Sunday like a mechanical puppet.

Whenever there is a thought of lying, the head hurts to die as if it was stirred back and forth by a red-hot wire, which is not at all a pain that human beings can bear.

"I ask you, do you love your family more than yourself? 】”

"yes, does it make sense to ask?"

The face is displeased, and the gold dust is troubled by the problem beyond words, where is the harmony? Simply brainwashing?

"Very well, now comes the last question."

Sunday was in his hands, and at the moment, he didn't see any possibility of a comeback for the gold dust.

"I ask you, do you want to destroy this world completely? 】”

"Maybe............"

The gold sprinkler smiled bitterly, and the holy baptism of harmony, from the moment that voice sounded, it would have an impact on the human brain and thinking all the time.

The endless harmony will make people have no right to refuse, but can only follow the will of the voice to answer.

Can anyone really endure such torture?

"Alright, envoy of the company, ah no, I should now call you 'a dying man.'"

With his hands behind his back, Sunday's baptism was over, and he looked calmly at the gold dust, his eyes as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Your murder of your family will put you in a place of no return, and your life will disappear within seventeen system hours."

"The glory of harmony and the wrath of Captain Infinity will come upon you as scheduled, so enjoy these last moments."

With an overwhelmed expression on his face, Dusty Gold begged for the last chips on Sunday.

"The cornerstone box, I won't be extravagant, you can at least give me that bag of gift money, right?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ashwagin, as a person who also cherishes his family, I advise you, that little trick of yours is really, really sad."

Sunday put his hand in front of the tablecloth where the two cornerstones were buried, showed a pitiful face, and lifted the cloth.

"Are you looking for this thing that was in that bag of money in the first place?"

The golden light bloomed in the light, and in the next second, the smile on Sunday's face froze.

Because, on the table, it was not a cornerstone, but two round gold coins, which were also specially printed with the clown mask of the masked fool.

The gold coins swirled in the air, and the Fool's red mask let out a laugh that seemed to mock Sunday's conspiracy, and like .........

In appreciating the courage of a certain brave man.

(End of chapter)