Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Qingque: This is what they call "gambling forever will inevitably lead to losses." Your fellow card players are all cunning and treacherous; you can't trust them easily!]

[Fu Xuan: How could you say such a thing?]

[Qingque: Hehe, if I don't place any bets, it doesn't count as gambling. We only split the wins and losses, not the money!]

[Potio: He's a total bastard! Are all people who believe in knowledge so easily swayed? Is it just curiosity about knowledge again? I feel like I've seen this plot countless times.]

[Black Tower: That's not always the case; it depends on one's remaining conscience.]

[Star: Clearly, Dr. Truth's conscience desperately needs a boost.]

Sand Gold's face flushed red, and he roared hysterically, "Ladio, you bastard!"

Dr. Truth turned his head away, pretending not to hear.

[Star: You idiot~~ You bastard!]

[Hanabi: Oh, there’s also Kong Er? 】

In reality, Dr. Truth's brows twitched repeatedly.

Why are there always people like this?

And what about the gold dust? Was he deliberately insulting him because he couldn't talk back?

"Hmph, whatever."

Everyone else thought that Dr. Truth was speechless, but only he and Sand Gold knew that he was simply too lazy to pay attention to his companion.

On Sunday, quite pleased with the scene before him, he clapped his hands, stood up, and laughed, "You've finally shown your true colors. By the way, your lifespan is 'temporarily' reduced to only seventeen system hours. Cherish this time and savor the afterglow of your defeat."

[Star: Tsk tsk, smug about himself. All I remember is Old Ri and Uncle Yang going to Black Tower for help, racking their brains for ages outside the door, only to find it unlocked, looking like those Slowpokes. I almost forgot, Old Ri is one of the heads of the Pinocchio family, a true leader of a powerful force. Only an ordinary cunning person could hold his position; he has to be exceptionally cunning!]

[Sunday: Your choice of words to praise someone is truly unique.]

[Star: You flatter me. I'm merely at the level of someone who can sit and debate with a learned person and refute them until they're speechless. It's nothing to mention.]

【Sunday:……】

Sand Gold's face turned ashen, his mind seemingly clouded with anger: "You might as well make your point clearer."

Sunday's eyes also held anger: "What I just performed for you was a baptism of 'harmony.' You should have shown faithfulness under His light, but you went your own way, spouting lies and turning baptism into judgment. I have no reason to undo it for you."

You brought this on yourself.

Sandstone retorted sarcastically, "This is what you call 'harmony'?... Built on imprisonment and coercion?"

On Sunday, he expressed his innocence: "You've misunderstood, Mr. Sandstone. Punishment is for those who blaspheme, but I see your unwavering spirit, and therefore I wish to grant you the possibility of a new life."

[Black Tower: You're quite the talker. To describe the capture of slaves in such a refined and elegant way requires considerable linguistic skill.]

[Potio: I could never figure it out in my entire life.]

[Yao Guang: It does seem a bit out of place. It's somewhat like the one He swallowed.]

[Sunday: If a concept can be successfully merged, then the two must have similarities. It would be even stranger if they didn't.]

[Yao Guang: Hmm... Hehehe~~]

Sunday said, "During these seventeen system periods, you cannot leave the dream world, nor can you interact with any companions. You only have two paths to take, which depend on whether you can complete my test within the agreed time limit."

Dr. Truth secretly observed the two of them, his thoughts unreadable.

"If you succeed, you will be able to join in the joy and be with thousands of family members; if you fail, you will suffer the wrath of the 'Unlimited Chief' and fall into an abyss of no return. That is why I specifically emphasized the word 'temporary'."

Having said that, as if to demonstrate the truthfulness of his words, a rainbow-like energy field once again enveloped the gold dust.

“…!” Sand Gold clutched his forehead in pain, cold sweat dripping from his temples: “Damn it, it sounds like my fate is going to be the same no matter what.”

Sunday solemnly declared, "I do need a servant to help me uncover the 'evil' lurking within the family from the outside. I will purge from the inside out and bring the true culprit to justice within seventeen system hours."

[Star: If he succeeds, he'll be a slave to the Japanese for life; if he fails, he'll just become a discarded slave? Japanese, you really are a cunning little bird! Hmm… should I hope he succeeds? After all, my brother's slave is practically my slave too!]

[March 7th: I've never seen a master so poor that he relies on Pam for pocket money while the servants are rolling in money.]

[Fireworks: What are you saying? Little Gray, do you really expect Little Peacock to fail and die? Of course, it's a win-win situation: treat him to a meal, behead him, and take him as a dog! Chicken Wing Boy's triple strike was awesome!]

[Star: Oh yeah! You're so mischievous, hehehe. Go Sandstone, I believe in you! You'll definitely solve the case and bring the real culprit to justice!]

[Gold Sand: ...Thank you for your trust in me.]

[March 7th: This power of harmony, how come it's brainwashing on one hand and beheading on the other? This isn't what we were supposed to do, is it?]

"When the time comes, I will verify your findings with you." Sunday's smile revealed a sly pleasure.

After all, there's nothing more satisfying than ordering your rival around.

"If our judgments align, or if you can offer me more, then He can truly bestow love and honesty upon you."

Sand Gold vehemently accused: "...Shameless hypocrite, you confiscated all my belongings and now you want me to give you the truth? That's not fair. In your money-grubbing amusement park, nothing can be done without money."

[Star: I need to pay more!]

[Qingque: Isn't this a bit of impotent rage?]

[Jade: He was actually forced into this situation? Unbelievable.]

[Topa: A complete loss? And we were completely outmaneuvered from the very first step? That shouldn't be the case...]

Even though she had many conflicts with Sandstone, she never expected him to suffer such a crushing defeat. It was too strange, but Sunday's power had already been applied to Sandstone, leaving her no choice but to believe it.

[Star: They even sacrificed your foundation. Now you're stuck with gold dust, being used as a walnut shell by the Japanese.]

[Sunday: Just a little trick.]

……

"This should be your personal act of kindness, without the need for family assistance." Sunday indicated that there was no money to be made, and the expenses would have to be covered entirely by you.

"Your bag is over there. Use it as you see fit. I'm sure you can get everything with this bag of cheap jewels. Isn't that what gamblers excel at?"

He joked, "Go on, Mr. Sand Gold, you're 'free' now. I'll be here waiting for your good news."

Sand Gold stared at the unremarkable bag, his brows furrowed in worry.

Reluctantly, he packed up the bag, and before leaving, he said in a sorrowful tone, full of accusation, "So, this meeting wasn't an interrogation, but it wasn't a negotiation either..."

"It was a complete lynching, wasn't it?"

On Sunday, his expression was extremely kind, as if Sand Gold had genuinely come to help him voluntarily and that he had no ill intentions: "How could that be, Mr. Sand Gold? I really just want to know what a 'passerby' who 'accidentally' appears at an obvious scene could 'discover,' that's all."

[Star: Wow... that was a really good show of cool. I want to do that too. March, let's recreate the scene!]

[March 7th: Okay, wait a minute.]

[Star: What are you waiting for?]

[March 7th: Her name is Changyeyue. She can also cast spells, but they're more physical.]

[Star: ...Then let's forget about it.]

As Sand Gold stepped halfway out the door, Sunday called him back: "By the way, before you leave, I have a more personal question."

Sand Gold's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained indignant as he impatiently asked, "What is it now?"

On Sunday, he said seriously, "Do you really want to destroy this world with your own hands?"

"I……"

The light screen flashed.

Sand Gold and the shameless academic madman who betrayed him have come outside side by side.

"Ah..." Sand Gold clutched his head in pain.

Dr. Zhenli remained unmoved: "You look terrible. Or is this just your acting?"

[March 7th: Also?]

[Sunday: Hmm?]

On Sunday, he sensed something was amiss.

Sand Gold instantly lowered his arm, tilted his head back, and laughed and scolded, "I didn't expect you to still have the nerve to come see me."

Dr. Truth said, "I thought this was what you wanted. If you can't hold on, remember to let me know first."

Sand Gold said, "The 'genius' of the House of Commons is planning to collect my corpse? Heavens... what an honor."

Dr. Truth was somewhat speechless, but he still fulfilled his duty: "Everyone in the Strategic Investment Department must be very eager to receive news of your death as soon as possible. Don't forget, you'll never see them again, and this task now falls on my shoulders."

[Su Chang: You desperately want to receive news of her death promptly? What a niche wish that is!]

[Dr. Truth: Still don't understand?]

Sand Gold crossed his arms: "Alright, then please go and spread the word now. Tell them... Sand Gold is fully prepared and will enter the arena in seventeen system hours!"

[Star: Good grief, you two are in cahoots? The Japanese were fooled?]

[March 7th: His acting was so convincing. I almost thought he was genuinely hysterical because his lie had been exposed. Turns out it was all acting!]

[Yao Guang: Hahaha, what a clever peacock! It actually managed to trick the little bird Tianhuan. Now that I think about how angry it looked before, Mr. Sand Gold must have had a hard time holding back his laughter, right?]

[Gold Sand: Sigh... No way. Being exposed so openly makes it impossible to use the same trick again. How could I possibly laugh? But it wasn't exactly acting, because this wasn't a trap that Professor Latio and I had planned beforehand; it was all just improvisation.]

On Sunday, his eyes darted around as he tried to figure out where he might still be making a mistake.

He was clearly being very cautious, and the questions he asked covered a very wide range of topics.

[Sunday: That shouldn't be the case. The aventurine and topaz are both in my hands. Even if you can still move, where would you get the strength from? Could it be... there's some secret I haven't discovered in that bag of inferior gems?]

That shouldn't be the case; there's no special concealment technology or restriction there. He's not so blind as to not be able to distinguish between a priceless treasure and a cheap item.