Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

"You wicked villain, have you ever heard the sound of a hostage's demise?"

A crisp, cracking sound rang out, and Oswaldo was slightly taken aback, his brows furrowing: "Are you playing me?"

The pink-haired girl in front of me raised her hand and made a series of complicated gestures, while muttering something under her breath:

"Yo, the evil ninja reigns supreme, standing atop the tower! Their hunting edge transforms into heavenly light. Protecting the innocent and the weak, hunting down the wicked and evil."

Luan Po stared intently at the man in front of him, gesturing with his fingers.

"The evil ninja's conspiracy has been thwarted today! The dazzling ninja techniques are ever-changing! We will stand here to destroy evil and reveal righteousness, and we will not return until we have destroyed them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Oswaldo's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"I don't have time to play with you, it's just children's house."

Just as he was about to act, he saw the chaos begin.

Before anyone could even see her move clearly, Luan Po had already vanished from the spot.

Oswaldo's heart skipped a beat, and he caught a glimpse of a pink hair tip flashing by in the corner of his eye.

In the next instant, the girl's figure blurred into a streak, gliding along the ground. As she approached her opponent, she instantly twisted her waist and sprang up, her knee slamming into Oswaldo's jaw.

Oswaldo raised his hand to block, and the instant his hand and knee met, his expression changed drastically as he felt an indescribable, immense force.

In the blink of an eye, his burly body took flight, and after landing, he staggered back dozens of steps before barely managing to stop.

"...How could a normal person possibly possess such power?!"

Oswaldo was horrified. Before he could think any further, Luanpo's figure was already close behind.

"Galaxy Ninja Art, Ultimate Technique, Ordinary Punch!"

The fist, which flew like a blur, struck Oswaldo in the abdomen in an instant. The intense pain and spasms caused his face to tremble uncontrollably.

"cough..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a blood mist. Even his superhuman body, forged from the legacy of this school of thought, could hardly withstand an ordinary blow from this seemingly slender girl.

"Who exactly are you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Oswaldo was punched through the body before he could react, and then his right arm was swung up with tremendous force and slammed to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw!

"puff--"

Blood spurted out, and Oswaldo's gaze glazed over for a moment before he uttered a weak sound amidst the swirling blood mist.

"...What monster?"

With just two punches, his body suffered unimaginable damage.

He was delirious, in excruciating pain all over his body, his internal organs were displaced, and he felt like his insides were burning. Most terrifyingly, there was a huge, horrific wound on his chest, gushing blood.

Luanpo stopped what he was doing, stood in front of him, and looked down at him calmly.

"You villain, have you seen this? This is the power that comes from ordinary people, the power of the little people. The power of resistance that erupts from suffering."

"Snapped."

Two hands landed on Luanpo's shoulders, one in front and one behind. She turned around and saw that the two wandering knights had walked to his side.

"Well done, messy place."

Potio gave a thumbs up and then looked at Oswaldo.

"Now, it's time to settle our score."

"Uh... cough cough."

Oswaldo felt dizzy and tried to stand up.

But at this moment, the previously strong and abundant physical strength has vanished without a trace, and his legs feel as if they are filled with lead, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

Looking at Osvaldo, who was kneeling on the ground and barely supporting himself with his hands, Potio coldly said, "Are you trying to repent by making this gesture?"

He walked up to the other person, and Luanpo voluntarily made way for him.

“Remember Algon-Appachet?” the cowboy ranger asked in a deep voice.

"The company's people desecrated our faith, drove us from our homes, and humiliated our dignity with paltry compensation."

Potio gritted his teeth.

“But my darling… and you’re still not satisfied? Old Grey, Nick, and those children, all those living, breathing lives, all died on the burning grasslands because of your extermination order!”

A crimson crosshair flashed in Potio's eyes, and he was filled with murderous intent.

"Raise your head and look at me, you executioner!"

Upon hearing this, Oswaldo did not move, as if he had lost all his strength.

"I said... lift your head!"

The cowboy grabbed the other man's head, lifted him up hard, and then delivered a heavy hook punch!

“From that day on, I stopped living for myself! Tell me, when you gave the order to fire, did you hesitate even for a second?!”

Two more heavy hooks landed, and Oswaldo slowly raised his head.

Blood was streaming down his face, but he managed an indescribable smile.

"Is that all the strength you have? You're not even as good as a woman, cough cough..."

Oswaldo coughed up a mouthful of blood and spoke weakly:

"Hesitation?...Why should I hesitate? I'm just firmly walking on my path. Everything I've done is for the company's survival, for the future of Galaxy, and to save more people. What I'm doing...is the right thing to do!"

"That darling of his, he's utterly incorrigible!"

Potio raised his clenched fist high, about to bring it down.

But a hand reached out from the side and pressed down on his arm.

"Wait a minute."

"Hmm?" The cowboy's scarlet eyes turned to the gold dust beside him, and he said coldly, "You bastard, what, you want to spare his life?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense, but Sand Gold shook his head and spoke softly:

"...I haven't avenged myself yet, so he can't die."

Portio stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly loosened his fist. He took a step back and shook his wrist: "Tsk... this guy's got some tough bones."

Sand Gold walked up to Oswaldo and looked down at him.

Hearing the noise, Oswaldo looked up and squinted at him for two seconds. There was no fear, no pleading, not even anger on his face.

There was only a quiet regret, and a contempt bathed in blood.

“You are all very good.” Oswaldo’s voice was hoarse.

"I never imagined... that I would be defeated by people like you. You want revenge? Then kill. Without killing, hatred will never end."

He took a soft breath.

"It's just a pity that the future of the universe, the future of the galaxy, my mission... has ended like this. It's really not worth it."

Oswaldo's eyes flickered, as if he had seen something.

"You think you're seeking revenge, but little do you know you're destroying the future of the universe with your own hands! Countless people will die because of you."

"But it doesn't matter anymore, hehe. In this universe, no one can judge me. Everything I have done is righteous. My failure is not my fault, but a damn cruel twist of fate!"

Sand Gold looked at him silently.

Have you said enough?

He raised his hand, his right fist high in the air.

"This punch is for Tsigania, for my homeland!"

A punch landed, and blood splattered everywhere.

"This punch is for the Mother Goddess closing her eyes for me three times, for everything I have endured, and for Kakawasha!"

A dull thud sounded, and Oswaldo swayed.

"That punch..."

His hands were trembling, and blood was seeping from his knuckles, but he didn't stop.

"This punch... is for my father and mother, for my sister! For all the Evgeny people, for all the tomorrows they should have had but you took away from them!"

"boom."

Oswaldo's body suddenly leaned forward, barely managing to keep from collapsing completely by supporting himself with his arms.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha, damn fate!"

Even now, he still didn't say anything, only smiled coldly.

"Use this."

Amid the laughter, a sharp dagger was handed to him from behind. It was Osius, who had somehow moved closer and pointed the hilt of the dagger at the gold dust.

Sand Gold looked at the dagger but did not immediately reach for it.

He paused for a moment, then gripped the hilt of his knife, lowered his head, and looked at Oswaldo.

“You’ve lost, Oswaldo. Fate is just your excuse. I don’t believe that destiny can decide everything. I only believe in myself.”

The dagger fell. There were no unnecessary movements, no unnecessary words.

As the laughter subsided, the last glimmer of light in Oswaldo's eyes slowly dimmed.

He released his grip, and the dagger fell to the ground along with beads of blood.

Sand Gold looked up at the sky, his eyes closed, his body trembling slightly.

“…He’s my darling.” Potio’s voice broke the silence from behind.

"Bro, you're not going to cry, are you? Can't you be a man for once?"

“Get out of here, cowboy.” Sand Gold’s voice was a little hoarse.

"Where do you think you're going?" Portio grinned.

"Hehe, we've gotten our revenge, but we might end up trapped here too, dying alongside this guy. Damn, what a terrible stroke of bad luck!"