Chapter 427 Goodbye, Kakawasha

Smash, that's right, the object that Sha Jin smashed was the epitome of his identity, power, and all the value to the company, the "cornerstone" that held the power of the Protector General.

"Without the 'stone' you are nothing more than a gypsy slave."

Although what Latio and Shajin said at the time were harsh, the current situation is indeed like this.

The Interstellar Peace Company radiates and affects tens of millions of planets and galaxies. Countless people are trying their best to join the Interstellar Peace Company, even if it is just to be a temporary worker with a small salary below P13.

This step alone is enough to block hundreds of millions of people, and by reaching the position of "Ten Stone Hearts", Sha Jin is already standing in a high position, stepping on the "corpses" of countless people.

To outsiders, the importance of the cornerstone is far more important than this position.

You should know that the raw material of this so-called "stone" is the real remnant that fell from Clipper's wall when he was hammering it. Within the company, it is called "the Holy Body of the Amber King".

For a gamble, such a precious thing was smashed to pieces. Even if the gold dust recovered Pinocchio, it might not be able to make up for the mistake.

If the loyalists of the Amber King in the Building Materials Logistics Department knew what Gold Dust had done, they would probably tear Gold Dust into pieces while shouting "blasphemy!"

"But you did it anyway, didn't you?"

The broken gravel floated up from the ground and gathered in the palm of Sha Jin, forming a broken ellipsoid, just like Sha Jin's current physical condition.

"Even with an incomplete 'foundation', the power is enough."

Sha Jin clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and a different temperament began to emerge in his body.

"You know that only in this way can you have the only chance to shine your final glory, and only in this way can you be liberated, right?"

The "Harmony" phantom looked at Sha Jin with a little more pity in his eyes. He knew, he always knew.

This man would never hand his life over to others. Even if he was penniless and powerless, he would always smile and lay down his last and initial bargaining chip - his own life - and make the craziest challenge.

"You have to detonate the core of the star to prove to the world that death is possible. Even if that man has told everyone the truth, it is not enough."

"You have to give the company a reason that is significant enough to enter the dream that is now blocked, and you have to put your life into the gun chamber."

"You are no match for that man, even if you possess all the power of the Cornerstone."

"Even so, do you still want to challenge him?"

"Is there no end to your problems?"

Sha Jin clenched his fists, just like he once did, clenching the piece of shackles that locked him and smashing the scrap iron of the cage of fate.

The end of the distant distance finally came into view, a long corridor. The stage curtain was ready to welcome the actors to appear. Sha Jin could feel that the lights in the movie park were converging.

Thunder rumbles, which is the prelude to the coming rain.

But this time, for some reason, Sha Jin did not feel fear, uneasiness, or the hatred that he had never expressed to anyone before.

He was just very calm, unspeakably calm. Before, no matter how arrogant his words were or how high his spirit was, when one hand was spending money lavishly, the other hand would always be shaking.

But now, he only felt that he was walking on a river with no end, and the chips he won piled up like a mountain, dragging his boat forward.

And at the end of this river is an endless abyss.

He has indeed been winning until now, but he has also been thinking about one question:
“Why has he been able to win until now? Why is it just him?”

Is his luck really so good that he can win everything with his eyes closed?

No, only he himself knew the thrills behind the huge gambling game.

Does he want to keep winning at all costs?
Not really. If Sha Jin was unscrupulous, he would have hundreds of ways to make himself sit comfortably in the family's VIP reception room and receive Sunday hospitality and greetings.

He has as many entourage as he wants. If Sha Jin wants to do something, frame, arrange, or use them, no one will think it unreasonable even if he places Topal as a pawn in his current position.

But he still chose to do it himself, because only in this way would it be "fair" enough to fate.

Those who risk their lives must have the determination to challenge fate.

"In fact, I have always wanted to ask, why did you choose "protection"? What makes you like a person who protects the destiny?"

"If you become a Masked Fool, you can manipulate countless people at will. Even if you lose everything and become a "self-destructor", it is not surprising. But you still choose this path, a path that is not fair to you."

"What exactly is it that you want to 'protect'?"

Sha Jin walked on the red carpet step by step. The road was not long, but in the process of walking, he felt like he had walked through the first half of his life.

Ridicule, abuse, insults, these things could not hinder his progress, until a clear, gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"You...are you having a hard time?"

Sha Jin was slightly stunned, but did not stop. He just looked at the "Tong Xie" phantom in front of him and responded with a frown.

"You suddenly become very considerate. Do you feel guilty?"

"Haha, it's nothing. After all, 'I' is a part of your personality. You actually know everything. My voice is part of your inner thoughts."

The phantom of "Tongxie" rarely brainwashed or verbally confronted Shajin, because Shajin was only a short distance away from the stage.

"Ah, sir, is that you?"

Sha Jin raised his head and saw the thin child, who was standing at the intersection leading to the stage.

As long as you look back at this moment, you can still return to the starting point.

"Well, it's me."

Sha Jin naturally held the child's hand, and facing him, he was willing to release all his tenderness.

"last question."

At this moment, Sha Jin's "past" and "future" intersected together, and the three people, or "one person" looked at each other.

“If the miracles of a lucky man are all based on the misfortunes of all the people he loves, or even more people; if every rain you bring never symbolizes the forgiveness and grace of the Mother Goddess, but is a meaningless death again and again…”

"So how many mistakes did we make to come into this world?"

Faced with this question, Sha Jin fell silent. He was always eloquent, but he couldn't answer this question.

It's not that he couldn't tell it, it's just that the answer didn't make sense.

“…Maybe when I reach that end, our confusion will be answered.”

Shajin lowered his eyes, he didn't know whether there was an answer to the "end" he mentioned.

"Hmph, okay."

"Go ahead, my friend. I'll be waiting for you in the future."

For the first time, the shadow of "Tongxie" used the word "friend" to describe the gold dust.

"In your final moments, say goodbye to this child. Try to make yourself..."

"Death without regrets."

After leaving the last message, the shadow of "Tongxie" disappeared from the stage, because the road ahead must eventually start from "now".

"Now, we are the only ones left."

The child named "Kakavasya" looked at Shajin's trembling hands and gently held them.

"Can you take a picture for me? Just as a souvenir."

"Well, come on."

Shajin turned his head to look at the child, leaving behind what might be the last photo of his life, for him and for himself.

The camera closed, and the little child looked at himself in the camera and laughed out loud.

"That's great. I can see what I look like now."

"Next time when you look at the camera, your expression can be more natural."

Sand gold's gentle advice, even if there will be no next time.

"Well, I see."

Kakavasia noticed that something was wrong with the gold dust and asked reluctantly.

"Sir, are you leaving?"

"I can't leave yet, I still have a "performance" to perform."

"Performance? No wonder, your clothes are so beautiful. Can I have such beautiful clothes in the future?"

"You can do it. You can definitely be better and more powerful than me."

Shajin held Kakavasya's hand, and the two of them, big and small, walked towards the stage.

Along the way, Kakavasa watched the complex face of the gold dust slowly become calm, leaving only a few traces of time.

"Sir, you still look nervous."

The gate was opened, and there were no more obstacles. The moment the gold dust was decided, the originally maze-like movie park became unobstructed.

The two stopped behind a tall curtain, and one step forward was where the "stage" was.

Kakavasia's greeting made Shajin feel helpless. He neither answered nor denied it.

"Then let's do a palm-to-palm fight! If the Mother Goddess blesses you, you can relax a little."

Kakavasya smiled and stretched out his little hand to Sha Jin. Such a simple action touched the softest part of Sha Jin's heart.

How many years has it been? No Evikin has ever done this to him again.

"'Palming' is a small ritual where we put our palms together and read the Spring Text to Mother Fingal, and she will bless us."

The sound of Kakawashia was very pleasant, like raindrops falling on new buds, but Sand Gold had never imagined it in that way before.

"If you don't know how, I can teach you!"

Kakavasia smiled, dispelling the last bit of worry in Shajin's heart.

"It's okay. I will."

Gold Sand let out a breath and responded.

"Of course I will."

The moment the two palms, one big and one small, touched each other, Sha Jin's thoughts were brought back to that fateful rainy night.

It was a very heavy rain, so heavy that it brought all things back to life and also made all things silent.

Kakavasya's sister gently but firmly placed her brother in front of her, and the brother and sister were about to separate.

The sound of crying was covered by the rain. Everything the boy had had been taken away, his money, his home, his family, and even his last bit of blood was sucked clean.

"Why? The Kartikas have taken all our money, food, and killed mom and dad...what else do they want?"

"The Kartikas are bloodthirsty, cruel and greedy. They want everything, so they get nothing."

Kakavasya's sister suppressed her grief. She didn't want to be separated from her last family member, but she had to do it.

The company, or the guy they call "the black man in the sky", promised them that this was their last chance.

"It's a ruse, a revenge. Remember? Today is Kakawa Day, and it's also your birthday."

"Without this rain, the Kartika people would not have taken action, and we would not have had the opportunity to perform the ritual. This is all a gift from the Mother Goddess, and you are Kakavasya, a child favored by the Mother Goddess. Your good luck will help your sister succeed."

It was also on this day that Kakavasa lost his last relative and all his relatives of the same blood.

"But someone will die, and you will be in danger... This is not good luck! Why would you do this?"

Although Kakavasa was young, he was not stupid. Even he could sense the danger that the rain represented.

The adults in Avikin are not stupid. They naturally know what a child can think of, but they have no right to choose.

"The Evikin will take revenge. The Mother Goddess is calling me, my father and mother are waiting for me, and I must respond. But she has given you good luck and wants you to live."

Kakavasa's sister wanted to put her hand on Kakavasa's shoulder, but after thinking about it, she felt that the weight was too heavy, so she raised her hand.

Kakavasya understood what his sister meant and put his hands together.

"We will meet again under the next aurora of Kakawa..."

"May the Mother Goddess close her eyes for you three times, may your blood always beat, may your journey always be safe, may your plan never be shabby..."

"...never be exposed."

Time seemed to stop at this moment. The voices of his sister and Kakavasya penetrated time and echoed clearly in Sha Jin's body when he opened his eyes again.

There was no one around him, and neither the "past" nor the "future" could stand in his way anymore.

"Goodbye, Kakahuasha."

The sound of the gap echoed in the empty theater. Sha Jin's voice seemed to be talking to himself, or saying goodbye to his past.

When everything was ready, a gem slowly fell from above him.

"You showed me a good show, Kakavasia. This is the reward you deserve. Keep it. You should enjoy the gift of fate once in a while~"

Sha Jin looked carefully and found that his originally shattered "foundation" now appeared intact in the palm of his hand.

And the only person who could do this was Yao Luo at that time.

"This is a small "illusion" I created with the power of my "joyful" destiny, the result of reversing the concepts of "damage" and "integrity" within this cornerstone. Use it to your heart's content, and start the most grand opening ceremony for the next performance."

"You know what I'm going to do, right?"

Sha Jin calmly talked to Yao Luo, whose destiny was "joyful". His target was the "star core" on the star's body. He wanted to detonate the star core and create the greatest "death". Yao Luo must be aware of this.

"You can't kill her."

This simple reply revealed Yao Luo's absolute confidence.

In the entire Pinoconi, the only person who has a chance to kill Yao Luo is Huang Quan, and it is only a possibility.

On the contrary, there is absolutely no chance of anything happening to the person Yao Luo wants to protect.

"Then let me take a gamble!"

Holding the complete "Aventurine Stone" in his hand, Sha Jin instantly lifted the huge curtain in front of him.

In the center of the stage, a figure holding a flaming spear, eagerly waited, having been waiting for a long time, with endless fighting spirit in his golden eyes.

"Come on, Sand-Gold!"

(End of this chapter)