Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Away Wuzhan at the Beginning

"Finally, hehehe..." Secretary Fujiwara's smile gradually became unstoppable. "He's the last Evikian in the entire universe! Is there anything more important than continuing the Evikian bloodline? Absolutely not! This matter has reached a point where it can't be delayed any longer!"

Shinomiya Kaguya silently moved the teacup further away: "Secretary Fujiwara, you should wipe your saliva..."

"So, Fujiwara-senpai, you don't care at all about his identity as a gambler?"

"How is that possible?! This is clearly a bonus!"

Fujiwara silently hugged herself and squirmed shyly. "Think about it, who could resist a man with beautiful glasses, incredible luck, and a reputation as a playboy, but in reality, a man of excellent character and a devoted family? Ah, such a contrast! I can only say... those who don't understand gold dust are in trouble!"

"But what's the point of you saying so much, Senior Fujiwara? The gold dust will not come to Earth, and in the end it will only benefit some woman in the galaxy, right?" Ishigami spread his hands.

"Ishigami, you bastard! Why did you expose me? Can't you just let me fantasize?!"

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"Then where are they?" Shadow replied, slowly approaching from behind.

Sha Jin's lowered eyelashes trembled in the light, like rain soaking butterfly wings: "I don't know."

"You clearly know. It's just that the answer is meaningless."

"Gold Sand sighed heavily."

Shadow stared into his downcast eyes and said, "Admit it, you're tired."

He walked through the gold dust and slowly came to the child's side. "We are all tired, so we decided to stay here, me... and him. Your 'past'... and 'future'."

"How long will you stay here?"

"Forever. We will remain in this dream with you forever." Shadow raised his hand to his chest. "...This is the greatest respect we can pay to someone who is determined to die."

The shadow paused, then continued, "Taking an unconventional approach is absurd, but it's not uncommon for you. Because your own life has always been the first chip you throw out."

"You don't care who the real murderer is, nor do you have any interest in the so-called inheritance. You just want to be a fair and honest company employee, suffering in every corner of your family's territory, being put in hot shackles and pushed to the center of the stage... and then become the "third victim" of this grand event."

Gold Sand looked at him seriously. "...I can do it, and it's flawless."

"Of course you can. Your good fortune will surely help you at the right time. A star core and an envoy... it's that simple, right?"

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grim Reaper.

"Gold Dust wants to commit suicide? Is he trying to summon the Memory Domain meme?"

Hitsugaya Toushirou frowned, but after thinking about it carefully, he quickly rejected this inference.

"The Memory Domain meme kills completely randomly. No one knows its next target. Could it be that he has some clues... No, we've seen his every move. If there really is any clue, we'll know it too."

Hirako Mako lazily leaned against the pillar. "Didn't you hear him say there's a star core and an envoy? Why would they need a memory domain meme?"

The star core naturally refers to the star, and the messenger must be Huang Quan... Although Zhenzi's impression of the messenger's appearance is a little vague, he can imagine that he is a very powerful person.

The question is, why did Xing and Huang Quan attack him? He remembered that Shajin and the train team had a legitimate cooperative relationship.

"But in the dream, if the memory domain meme hadn't killed him, he would have returned to reality on his own. What's the point of this?" Dong Shilang was even more confused. He really couldn't figure out what Sha Jin was thinking.

Unless... the "death" brought by that messenger and Xing is different, and can achieve the same effect as the memory domain meme.

Chapter 410 Pinocchio (Ninety-one)

"This way, the company will have a seat at the table. And you can escape from this endless vortex and get the relief you've always dreamed of."

"This isn't the first time... This is the way you're best at and what you desire most. This farce began with a [death] and will end with a [death] as well."

Shadow suddenly smiled: "...So Diamond chose you?"

"Gold Sand said calmly, 'He only wants Pinot Grigio, no matter the means, no matter the cost... and it doesn't matter to any specific person.'"

"Hehehe...it's very tiring, right?"

Shajin's eyes darkened. "You've suddenly become so considerate. Have you finally felt guilty?"

"I was born from your ego, so I know that reversing the chips I've thrown is incredibly difficult. I can't stop you from doing what you're going to do, and where you're going... we can't change it either."

Suddenly, a faint rumble of thunder echoed in the sky. Sha Jin looked up at the overcast sky and said, "What's happened cannot be undone. All we can do is seize every opportunity and try to win as many seconds as possible."

Shadow sighed and nodded. "Yes. It's a shame that people can't just make the right decisions all their lives... even though luck is always on your side. You always win, you never lose—but why you? Why... does it have to be you?"

“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 instead means meaningless death again and again…”

"So, how many mistakes did you and I make to be born into this world?"

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Battle of Two Cities.

"I've heard similar statements before." Victor recalled what he saw and heard in the city when he was a child. There were indeed people who attributed other people's luck to themselves, thinking that others had sucked away their luck.

Some extreme people even resort to witchcraft, curses and other means to try to interfere with the lives of others.

However, Victor believes that those who think that their luck will be sucked away often first drain away their own initiative in life and project their sense of powerlessness onto the world.

"Victor, do you remember the question that the shadow asked Sha Jin before?" asked Jace.

"what is the problem?"

"If he had the choice again, would he still choose to be the child blessed by the Mother Goddess?" Jace looked at his best partner. "If being blessed means that one's own luck is built on the misfortune and death of others in the tribe... then it means that Sha Jin's luck is built on the lives of others."

"Although this is just a conjecture and cannot be proven, Shadow dares to say this because he must have been tormented by this thought for many years and can't forget it, right?"

"At the time, Gold Dust didn't answer Shadow..." Victor's voice was like rusted gears. "But if he had been allowed to choose again, he would probably have chosen a more heartwarming outcome. But the problem is, even if his people survived the massacre, how many of those who survived as slaves could ever recover like Gold Dust did?"

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“…Perhaps once I reach that destination, our confusion will be resolved.”

"Hmph... all right. I'll be waiting for you, my friend." Shadow chuckled as he faded into obscurity. But before leaving, he glanced back at Gold Dust. "In these final moments, bid this child a proper farewell. Do your best to die...without regret."

"The shadow disappeared, and all that was left on the scene was the kakawasha and the gold dust."

"After taking a souvenir photo for him, Kakavasia left. Before leaving, he curiously asked Shajin why he wasn't leaving. Shajin smiled and shook his head, saying, 'I have another performance here...'"

"Oh... so you're going to perform on stage soon, right? Come on, I'll take you to the big stage."

""…Um.""

"So you're an actor... no wonder your clothes are so beautiful." Kakavasia looked at him curiously.

Gold Dust shook his head. “Actually, I’m a… businessman. But I do have a show.”

"Are you the same as the man in black in the sky? But you're not wearing black clothes."

“Only ordinary employees would wear that kind of clothes. My position is... much higher than theirs.”

Kakavasia opened his eyes wide with envy: "How amazing! I hope I can become a beautiful adult like you."

"You can do it." Gold Dust suddenly smiled. He bent down, looked seriously into Kakavasya's eyes, and said gently, "You will definitely be better and more powerful than me."

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Maze rice.

"Can he not die..."

"Robin and Firefly are gone, even their physical bodies have vanished. If they are gone, the Avignon bloodline will be completely cut off, and there will be no such beautiful eyes in the universe anymore..."

The bonfire in the dungeon crackled, and Malucie hugged her knees, tears filling her big green eyes.

"He's such a gentle person, I can't bear to see him die, wuwu..."

"Okay, Malucil, maybe things aren't that bad after all." Zilchak chewed some dried meat and looked up at the sky. "Kakavasa just mentioned 'men in black,' and combined with what Sand Gold said, those men in black must be from the Interstellar Peace Company. In short, the company arrived in Tsygania before the conflict between the Evikin and Katika peoples broke out, intervening in the dispute between the two tribes."

He frowned slightly, carefully observing the scars and bruises of varying sizes on Kakavasya's body. "Although we know that the Kartikas did indeed launch a brutal massacre, from the perspective of the company, and with the will of [preservation]... will the company really sit idly by and do nothing?"

"Ah, that's right!" Laos suddenly realized and sat up straight. "The company believes in [preservation]. A massacre is something that clearly goes against [preservation]. No matter how you think about it, there's no way they'd tolerate it, right?"

Although the Kartikas are powerful in Tsyganiya, they are ultimately just a piece of cake in front of the company. As long as the company wants to stop them, it can definitely stop them.

Zilchak offered his own conclusion: "So I suspect the company may have saved some of the Evikin people, and it's not like Shajin imagined they were completely wiped out, with only him left."

"But... Mr. Shajin holds a high position in the company. If any of his kind survived, he would have known about it long ago." Malucier wiped the tears from her eyes. "Also, I don't believe Mr. Shajin hasn't looked for any of his kind over the years."

"Zilchak."

Sensi, who had been quietly preparing food by the campfire, suddenly spoke up and interrupted, "Malucil is right. You have overlooked a problem."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"If the Company had really wanted to stop the Kartikas from launching the massacre, then the massacre would have been impossible in the first place. But everyone knows what the result would have been—"

Sensi looked up at Kakavasia with a serious expression. "...This is enough to prove that the company had no intention of intervening in the fight between their tribes from the beginning. The company only wants to make a deal with the winner of this fight."

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"They walked deeper into the theater and stopped in front of the curtain."

"Behind this curtain is the stage..." Kakavasia turned back to look at the gold dust and smiled. "It's almost time to go on stage. Are you ready? I wish you a great success."

""Thank you.""

"You still look nervous..." Kakavasia stretched out her tender little hand, "Then let's do a 'palm-to-palm'? With the Mother Goddess' blessing, you'll be able to relax a little."

Chapter 411 Pinocchio (92)

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

"It's okay, I will." Gold Dust smiled slightly, "...Of course I will."

"..."

"The rain was pouring down. The blonde woman half-knelt in the mud, her arms tightly wrapped around the little boy in her arms, gently wiping the mud and sand off his face."

"We must part here, Kakawasha. The Katikas are coming."

Kakavasa couldn't tell whether the water on his face was rain or tears. His voice trembled, "Why? The Kartikas have taken all our money and food, and killed our parents... What else do they want?"

"The Kartikas are cruel, bloodthirsty, and greedy. They want everything, so they get nothing." His sister held his thin shoulders and comforted him, "This is a trick, a revenge. Remember? Today is Kakawa Day, and it's also your birthday."

"They know the Evikim will hold a festival on this day. Taking advantage of this rain, they will come and destroy our caravan and take everything they want."

"But the Kartikas don't know that this time we will resist, and the black-clad men from the sky are on our side. The Kartikas have no chance against them and will pay the price for their arrogance."

"If it hadn't rained, the Kartikas wouldn't have taken action, and we wouldn't have had a chance to intervene. This is all a gift from the Mother Goddess, and since you are Kakavasya, your good fortune will ensure my sister's success."

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Attack on Titan.

"I want... I want to kill them all..."

When Alan saw Kakavasa's sister kneeling on one knee in the mud, he remembered the scene of his mother saying goodbye to him in the ruins three years ago.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, but there was no trace of sadness on his face. He clenched his teeth tightly, as if a familiar burning sensation rushed from his stomach to his throat. Rusty blood seeped out from every gap between his clenched teeth. He wished he could tear the throat of the Katika man into pieces with his own mouth.

"Alan, Alan..."

Mikasa's voice came to his ears, and Eren came back to his senses from his memories, accompanied by a tingling pain in his palm - he realized belatedly that he accidentally pierced his palm when he clenched his fist.

"I'm sorry, Armin, Mikasa..." Eren shook his head in shame. "I'm just too angry. I really don't understand why the Strategic Investment Department hasn't taken action yet. Do they have to wait until all the Evitins are dead before they are willing to take action?"

"That's not the case, Eren. First of all, this isn't under the jurisdiction of the Strategic Investment Department, but the Market Development Department." Armin showed a regretful expression. "I'm afraid they have no interest in this massacre between the two tribes."

"Then why not let Diamond come? Isn't he the envoy of Cunhu? How could he allow such a thing to happen under the company's nose?!" Alan shouted almost hysterically.

"What on earth did these bastards protect?!"

"..."

Armin was speechless for a moment. He also hoped that Diamond would be responsible for this matter. Perhaps the Protector's Order could bring something different?

But unfortunately for Kakavasia, there are no ifs anymore.

"Armin, do you think that one day... the Marketing Development Department will come to our world?" Eren suddenly asked.

"Probably... yes." Armin paused for a moment. "If one day we can drive out all the Titans, maybe the Marketing Department will notice us and connect our world with the universe."

"If that day ever comes... as long as I'm still alive, I'm going to give their supervisor a good punch." Allen gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, "...just as if I were punching him on behalf of Kakavasia."

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