Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

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"Hehe, just press it when you're at your wit's end?"

"Of course, you can also contact me, consider it my [end-of-life care]!"

Sand Jin smiled and said:

"Is it so dangerous?"

"I bet the family didn't take your words seriously at all, right? Otherwise, how did you manage to smuggle them in?"

Fireworks are even more pleased:

"Hehe, you just need to know that I have this ability."

The surface color of the gold dust remains normal.

"I'm afraid I have to decline your suggestion. Who knows if your little toy is even useful?"

"By the way, I don't plan to go looking for the [other mute friend] you mentioned, but I'd be happy to hear that he's still in Pinocchio."

"I have only one question: there must be something hidden in that thing in the sky, right?"

Sand Gold raised his head, gazed at the grand theater in the sky, and smiled:

"Do you think... if I get there and reveal the secrets inside, would it have the same effect?"

"Oh?" Hanabi looked up, puzzled.

"You want to go to the family's important location? Are you sure?"

"Please, you're just a pathetic little mudbird right now, and you want to fly into the griffin's nest?"

"Are you saying that purple chicken on your head is deaf?!"

Sand Gold smiled slightly, grabbed the purple raven on his head, and tossed it aside:

"I only just realized that myself."

"To be honest, I think I underestimated the power of this treasure. I should have been more aggressive."

Instead of painstakingly taking things one step at a time, how about we take a gamble?

"What are we betting on?" Hanabi watched as Sakin pulled a necklace with a cross inlaid into it from her pocket.

It was a string of crosses that were mainly silver but edged with gold, but the shape below was longer, like an inverted cone.

In an instant, the necklace transformed into the shape of a lance, emitting a faint light as it repaired the hair that had just been pecked off by two chickens.

"I will take care of things myself from now on."

"I will prepare a grand opening act for the downfall of my family."

"When the climax arrives, the high walls will crumble, people will awaken, and those who cannot speak will begin to speak again—"

"When that time comes, please press the button and set off a big firework to celebrate for me."

"Farewell, fool."

Seeing Sand Gold leave satisfied, Fireworks mocked:

"Hahaha, even at this point, you still have the nerve to spout nonsense? Is this the company's confidence?"

"However... it's a deal."

"You absolutely mustn't let me down, okay?"

……

I don’t know when it started, but recently Sand Gold has been reminiscing about the past from time to time.

It could be the effect of a curse cast by the family, or it could be due to a restless state of mind.

In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to an ancient prison.

……

The world is leaden gray.

All that accompanied him were iron fences on all sides.

"You're back, Number 35. Do you like your amulet?"

At that moment, Sand Gold, dressed in tattered clothes and wearing shackles, remained expressionless and said in a deep voice:

"Can product codes... also be used as talismans?"

The product codes that were branded on his neck still remain to this day.

"Shut up. You didn't give me permission to speak, you Tzinian hyena!"

A large, fat man in a suit stood in front of the cell, looking at him with disdain.

"Hmph, those guys didn't say much, so I don't know what methods you used to survive that massacre back then."

"But I think you're lucky, so I bought you."

"From this day forward, you and your luck are my assets, understand?"

“My first order to you is simple: in addition to you, I have also bought thirty… well, thirty-four other slaves.”

"Okay, go play a game with them—two days, come out alive, and prove your skills are genuine."

Upon hearing this, the gold dust was somewhat terrified:

"...Are you crazy?"

"Hahaha, just checking the goods." The fat man's laughter was quite eerie.

Sand Gold then said in a deep voice:

"Aren't you afraid of wasting this money?"

The fat man looked on with disdain:

"I have plenty of money, little golden retriever."

"The pan-galactic slave market has no shortage of self-important brats like you."

"But you have a good-looking face, so many customers bet their fortunes on you, this skinny little devil."

"Go, don't disappoint your master."

"..."

Sand Gold frowned deeply: "How much did you spend?"

"What?" The fat man didn't quite hear.

Gold dust repeated:

"My price, how much did you pay to buy me?"

"Oh, you want to know this?"

"Sure." The fat man smiled.

"Sixty Taamba, no more, no less."

"..." Sand Gold took a deep breath, raised his eyes and said:

"...I want to bet with you."

"Half of sixty, thirty coins...you have to give it to me as long as I come back alive."

Are you willing to bet?

Upon hearing Sand Gold say such a thing, the fat man couldn't help but sneer:

"Hahahaha...! You want to bet with me? Fine, you've got guts!"

"—But I'm sorry, that's impossible."

“Slave, don’t forget your place. You have no right to sit at the table.”

"You're just a bargaining chip, destined to be thrown away by someone else. Either you help your master bring back more chips, or... never come back."

"All or nothing. Don't embarrass me, 'Lucky One'."

……

the other side.

"Yan, what are you looking at?"

"Watch the live stream of gold dust."

"...?"

Through Yan Huan's phone screen, March 7th clearly saw the first-person perspective of the gold dust.

"Fine, you give someone their stuff and then install surveillance cameras?!"

"There's nothing I can do; those things are inherently connected to me."

Yan Huan sat on a chair at the bar counter and said calmly:

"By the way... what are we doing here?"

At this moment, Yan Huan, March 7th, and Ji Zi were all taken by Galah to a bar with a slightly eerie atmosphere.