Chapter 407 Rewards for the Brave
A frivolous businessman, a proud gambler, a wandering slave, and the last survivor of the Evikin people, Sha Jin has many identities, and they are like one "scar" after another, engraved on Sha Jin's naked body and soul.

To this day, the product code on the neck still retains the heat of the moment it was first branded, reminding us of the gold dust at all times.

"You can lose at any time."

No one can win all the time, but Sha Jin's life is built on one "gamble" after another.

When he was young, he gambled his life for his mother's necklace, which was his last physical commemoration of his mother. When the Evikin clan was destroyed, he became a slave. He gambled the death of the slave owner with thirty taambas (red copper coins), so that he could be noticed by the Interstellar Peace Company as a living object for viewing.

His successful entry into the company did not mean that he was safe. Instead, it was the beginning of another bigger gamble.

He gambled with others, he started to gamble with a nation, he started to gamble with a planet, until he reaped chips like rain and brought one planet after another under the banner of the Interstellar Peace Company.

There is competition all the time, and there are many people who covet his position. Even though his talent was noticed by the "Diamonds" and he was promoted to the "Ten Stone Hearts" after countless games, there are still many people who look down on him.

Honor can take off his shackles, but it cannot take off the discrimination deep in people's hearts.

Insults and verbal abuse are considered light punishments. Countless assassinations, business competition, and poisoning are not even considered uncommon in the company's environment.

Everyone wanted to see how far this "Evikin slave" could go, and whether he would turn into a corpse in the gutter in the next gamble.

If Shajin dies, it means that the word "Evikin" will completely become nothingness and be kicked into the sewer of history.

So, he can't lose.

Fortunately, it seemed to be just as his mother and sister said, he was a child blessed by the Mother Goddess. Every time, no matter how thrilling it was, he won in the end.

But behind this, how many lives of the Evikin people have become footnotes to this luck of gold sand?
Every night, Sha Jin seemed to be able to hear the wails of his tribesmen when they were massacred. The blood was pouring down. They looked at him with sad eyes, grasped him tightly with their bloody hands, and shouted his name in unison.

"Kakawasha! Kakawasha!"

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

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

Can I get rid of this pain if I die?

More than once, Sha Jin asked himself this question.

But he cannot die. His family, tribesmen, mother, and sister are like invisible chains that prevent 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 a poor race covered by yellow sand on a lonely planet.

There are countless nations like this that disappear in every Amber Age in the Milky Way. There are so many of them that no one even cares why they disappear. The publicity and promotion department of a company will even make up an almost absurd story for the sake of publicity.

Shajin has seen too many such endings, too many...

If he died now, he would not forgive himself, he had not yet become a child that could make his family and the Mother Goddess proud.

Therefore, even if this is another gamble that will lead to his certain death, he will definitely win.

All of Sha Jin's thoughts were completed in just a moment when Yao Luo's galaxy-like eyes met his again.

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

"no need."

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

"Turning point".

All along, from the time his hometown was destroyed and he became a slave, to the time he walked step by step to the present day as one of the "Ten Stonehearts", Sha Jin has never tried to get help from anyone. The only one he can rely on is himself.

Now is not the time for him to use the trump card "Yao Luo".

"I reject."

"Oh~ Interesting."

Yao Luo's eyes became appreciative. In his opinion, the so-called luck was nothing more than the result of choice and opportunity. If Sha Jin himself did not have the courage to bet himself on the table, then he would not even have the chance to use his luck.

If he refuses his help, it means that Sunday will deprive him of everything, including the power of the "foundation", personal freedom, and wealth. The only thing he can rely on is the illusory "luck".

Not everyone has this courage.

Can he win?
"Yes, I am always generous in praising the truly brave, Gold Dust, no, or I should call you by another name."

"Good luck, Kakavasa."

"When you are ready and on stage, I will do my best to give you true death."

Yao Luo was very satisfied with Sha Jin's courage. At this moment, his clone had no reason to stay here.

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

With a fragrant mouth, Shajin looked at Yao Luo's body, which turned into countless particles in the air. The time around him stopped and slowly dissipated. Although he was ruthless, he could see from Yao Luo's eyes that his blessing was sincere and gentle at the moment before Yao Luo disappeared.

This emotion made him feel unfamiliar.

"Tick, tick."

The memory in the air began to flow, and Sunday's gaze fell on Sha Jin again, full of judgment.

Taking a deep breath, Sha Jin's eyes were filled with determination, and he responded in a relaxed manner.

"Yes."

After getting a positive answer, Zhou Ri's mouth curled up. Sure enough, this unknown "messenger" had been recorded by the family many days ago, probably when the antimatter army attacked the fairy ship.

Liuguang Yiting, a force connected to the family, had sold Yao Luo's information early on, and the family also wrote down this name in the archives.

Now that we know who the previous criminal was, the situation will be much easier.

The company cooperated with an envoy to deliberately harm the family and create panic. This news was enough to put the company into an unfair situation. As long as there was a reason, the family would have a way to restrain other high-end combat forces and prevent them from coming to Pinoconi.

In this way, by the time the Harmonious Music Ceremony is over, everything will be too late.

Sunday restrained his smile, as he had already gotten the most important answer, but the interrogation could not stop yet.

"【I ask you, have you handed over the cornerstone to the family?】"

"Yes."

"【Let me ask you, has your memory been modified by that rememberer?"

"no."

"【Let me ask you, did you deliberately harm the interests of the family?】"

"[I ask you, are you...?]"

The following questions were almost a brutal interrogation. Even the most advanced truth serum in the company, Gold Sand, had a way to deal with it. However, facing the baptism of harmony, he had no chance to refute. He could only tell Sunday everything like a mechanical puppet.

Whenever I had the thought of lying, my head felt as if it was being twisted back and forth by a red-hot wire. It was an excruciating pain. It was simply not a pain that a human could endure.

"[Let me ask you, do you love your family more than yourself?]"

“Yes, does it make sense to ask this?”

With an unhappy look on his face, Sha Jin was troubled by the question and couldn't express it in words. How could this be called harmony? Was it simply brainwashing?
"Very good, now comes the last question."

With victory secured on Sunday, he could no longer see any possibility of Shajin making a comeback.

"【Let me ask you, do you want to completely destroy this world?"

"maybe…………"

Sha Jin gave a bitter smile. The baptism of harmony would continuously affect the human brain and thinking from the moment the sound was heard.

Endless harmony will leave people with no power to refuse and they can only respond according to the will of that voice.

Is there really anyone who can endure such torture?
"Well, ambassador of the company, no, I should now refer to you as 'a dying man'."

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

"Your murder of the family will put you in an irreparable situation. Your life will disappear within seventeen system hours."

"The glory of Harmony and the wrath of Infinite Husband will fall upon you as expected. Enjoy these last moments."

With an overwhelmed expression on his face, Sha Jin asked Sunday for the last chip.

"I won't ask for the cornerstone box, but can you at least give me the gift money?"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Gold Dust. As someone who also cherishes his family, I want to give you a piece of advice. Your little tricks are really, really sad."

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

"Are you looking for the thing that was put in the bag of gift money at the beginning?"

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

Because, what was placed on the table was not a cornerstone, but two round gold coins with the clown mask of the Masked Fool printed on them.

The gold coins spun in the air, and the Fool's red mask laughed. The sound seemed to be mocking Sunday's conspiracy, but also like...

In praising the courage of a brave man.

(End of this chapter)