The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　His name was Jin, but his real name had long been forgotten in the flames of his homeland's destruction and the void that engulfed him.

　When young Jhin was about to completely fall into nothingness on the planet's wreckage, Russell, who happened to be passing by, stuffed a delicious aha candy into his mouth.

　The absurd sweetness, combined with the immense abundance that Russell subsequently infused, miraculously dispelled the erosion of nothingness and pulled him back to reality.

　Russell gave him a new life and gave him two living weapons—no need to reload, each shot is a highly concentrated burst of abundant life.

　The target struck felt no pain, but was instantly transformed into a lush tree. Ash's memories were shattered by nothingness, so Russell named his reborn ashes.

　Jhin is Russell's silent guardian, even though this messenger is so powerful that he doesn't need protection at all.

　But Jin insisted on this, as it was the only loyalty he could express to the man who had given him new life and direction.

　"Would you like me to come down with you this time, sir?"

　Jin stopped spinning his gun, a cold fighting spirit flickering in his golden eyes, and looked at Tsigania. "My hands are itching."

　Russell's gaze remained fixed on the weeping planet, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve: "No need. Those scum in the market development department—it seems I haven't visited them in a year, and they've forgotten the pain. This time, I'll go see for myself what they've done. And then…"

　He paused, then uttered the cold words, "Kill them."

　He announced the end of billions of lives, yet spoke of it as casually as discussing the weather. On Russell's scales of belief, killing and redemption were never contradictory.

　He did not hesitate to kill one evildoer to save a hundred virtuous ones. Because in doing so, he could save hundreds of suffering beings, and that was abundance.

　To heal the wicked and allow them to continue their harm? That is a blasphemy against compassion, the greatest fallacy on the entire path of abundance. It is to become an accomplice.

　As for sacrificing the innocent for the sake of the majority? He scoffed at that—"selflessness" disguised with the blood and flesh of the innocent is utterly hypocritical! The true subjects of the Pharmacist would never do such a thing. Nor would they ever do it.

　Therefore, compassionate physicians who followed Russell often held a scalpel in one hand to save lives and a sharp blade in the other, capable of splitting open the skulls of evil creatures.

　Their outward appearance is one of gentleness and refinement, but their core is one of ruthless judgment. They firmly believe in Bertrand Russell's philosophy: abundant mercy should never be shown to wolves.

　Thanks to Russell's efforts, the basic moral standards of the universe have risen by several points. As a result, without Russell's knowledge, he was awarded the Universal Morality Prize.

　"Understood, sir. I'll be there whenever you need me."

　Jin nodded slightly, the fighting spirit in his golden eyes receding and transforming into a pure will to protect.

　He holstered his two pistols and stood silently behind Russell like the most loyal shadow guard.

　"Full speed ahead, target: Tsigania surface."

　Russell commanded.

　"Yes, sir!"

　The spirit of the bountiful Shenzhou ship responded with a thunderous roar, and its engines emitted a joyful hum.

　The giant ship adjusted its posture, its emerald-gold tail flames surging, like a benevolent yet judgmental meteor tearing through Tsigania's fragile atmosphere, fearlessly descending upon the weeping land shrouded in the company's shadow.

　……

　Chapter Sixty-Five: Goodbye Kakawasha

　Inside the Star Peace Corporation's market development department's outpost in Tzigania, sirens wailed mournfully, and scarlet warning lights sliced ​​the metal corridors into patches of despairing light.

　The incinerator roared greedily, spitting out data boards and paper files recording atrocities.

　People in company uniforms stumbled and ran through the corridors like frightened ants, stuffing anything that might become evidence into the furnace or destroying the server array directly with high-energy cutting guns.

　"Act fast! Destroy all records! Especially transaction details related to the Katika! Not a single data lattice should be left!"

　A low-ranking officer with the insignia of the Pioneer Department on his collar spoke in a hoarse voice, sweat soaking his temples. "Damn it, how did that jinx suddenly descend upon Tsigania? What is there on this crappy sand planet that's too lazy to even mark a star map to warrant the visit of the Envoy of Abundance?"

　Fear spread through the air like cold poison. No one could answer him.

　Tsigania, this desolate planet with no people, is known throughout the world for its extremely harsh climate and frequent asteroid impacts.

　Intelligent life is rare to begin with, and the Market Development Department chose this place precisely because of its remoteness—it's far from the sight of the Abundance Envoy [Huai Xiu], who is known for judging wicked creatures.

　Two years ago, the Market Development Department's starship arrived, bringing with it advanced water purification systems and atmospheric regulators, extending a hand of friendship to the Tsiganian tribes struggling to survive under the threat of sandstorms and meteorites.

　Their representative stood on a makeshift platform, his voice amplified through loudspeakers across the arid valley: "Join the order of the Interstellar Peace Corporation, embrace the glory of preservation! Kripper's will will protect Tsugnia, granting you prosperity and peace!"

　At that time, they wore masks of hypocrisy and were still somewhat cautious in their actions.

　However, as time passed, [Huai Xiu]'s traces seemed to vanish into the depths of the starry sea. With his taut nerves relaxed, his greedy nature, like a scorpion in the desert, quietly extended its stinger.

　The probing began. Gentle economic plunder—extracting planetary resources under the guise of technological aid—quickly escalated into what they called violent plunder for pioneering purposes.

　When they discovered that the envoy had not appeared to stop them as expected, the market development team members stationed there completely dropped their pretense. They began what they called an inhumane and efficient massacre.

　They found the perfect weapon—the Katika. The company generously provided the Katika with obsolete secondhand weapons, energy shield generators, and even several old armored vehicles.

　"Go conquer, go plunder!"

　The market development specialist patted the shoulder of Barek, the new warlord of Katica, with a cold smile.

　"Let those stubborn clans witness the power of the Company's support! All their wealth, water resources, and slaves will be your spoils."

　"Once the dust settles and this planet falls under the company's ownership, every warrior of your Katika people will be granted an honorable position working at the Pioneer Headquarters! The Interstellar Peace Corporation never shortchanges its loyal allies!"

　Barek and his warriors were blinded by the promising future depicted in the promise.

　What they didn't know was that the company's marketing department couldn't even get a single credit point.

　Wielding chainsaw axes and pulse rifles provided by the company, they drove sand trucks painted with the Frontiers' logo, sweeping across the barren lands of Tsigania like a plague.

　One clan after another collapsed and perished under the iron heel of the Katikas and the mediation of the company.

　The heads of the rebels were hung on the dunes as a deterrent, and the survivors were enslaved, spending their lives in the company's mines and purification plants.

　In just two years, the market development department dragged Tsigania into an abyss of blood and fire, redefining the limits of its own morality.

　The entire planet was shrouded in the shadow of suffering, and cries of anguish wailed in the winds of the yellow sand.

　Today marks the day of the Evikinians' demise, the final movement of their meticulously planned symphony.

　"My lord! The Bountiful Divine Spaceship...it...it has directly torn through our orbital defense network!"

　A technician collapsed in front of the control panel.

　The fragile "plastic sheet" of defense on the holographic screen, symbolizing the company's authority and woven from beams of energy, shattered silently before the giant ship, its entire body radiating emerald-gold divine light, like thin ice under the sunlight.

　"It's forcibly breaking through the atmosphere! It seems to be targeting us."

　Panic within the base reached a boiling point instantly. The rate of document destruction accelerated, bordering on madness.

　Barek has just sent an encrypted message: the Katika people's sword has already been raised against the Evikin caravan holding the Kakava festival. Blood will surely stain the yellow sand.

　This was the final act of the plan, and also the swan song of the Evikin tribe.

　According to the script, once the Evikinians are wiped out, the Market Development Department will step in with the righteous stance of "restoring order and stopping the violence," eliminating the out-of-control Katikas and bringing Tsigonia completely under the company's control.

　"Damn it! Damn it! Why did he have to come at this time!"

　The foreman slammed his fist on the control panel, blood seeping from his knuckles. "Destroy it completely! Erasure all evidence pointing to our support for the Kattika! Now!"

　"Pray he was just passing by... pray he didn't feel anything..."

　They could only desperately hope that this malevolent spirit had merely stopped by chance, rather than being drawn by the soaring bloody resentment of Tsigania.

　……

　The bountiful Shenzhou tore through the thin atmosphere, like a benevolent yet judgmental meteor, landing beside the blood-stained dunes.

　The ship's hull emitted a soft, emerald-gold glow that seemed completely out of place in this scorched earth filled with the smell of death and rust.

　Russell stood before the open hatch, his dark blue cloak motionless in the sandstorm.

　He coldly surveyed the flashing red warning lights of the company's headquarters on the distant horizon, and the pervasive sense of panic in the air—clearly perceptible through the power of abundance—like the stench emanating from a swarm of frightened rats.

　"Soul of the ship,"

　Russell's voice was calm and even, yet it resounded directly in the giant ship's consciousness: "Lock onto the stronghold and surrounding airspace. Any aircraft attempting to take off without my permission is considered a fugitive and will be destroyed immediately."

　"Yes, sir!"

　A deep and loyal wave of consciousness responded, with a hint of anticipation for the upcoming "snack," "Do you need me to clean out the bedbugs from those metal boxes for you?"

　"No need. Their fate is sealed; struggling is futile."

　Russell's gaze turned toward the direction where the smell of blood was strongest.

　There, desperate cries and savage laughter could be faintly heard: "Watch the sky. What's on the ground... is mine."

　He took a step forward, and his figure vanished instantly, leaving only a shallow footprint on the sand, surrounded by a faint emerald-gold light.

　In the ship's soul's perception, that tiny individual was crossing the wasteland at a speed exceeding the limits of physics, heading straight for the slaughterhouse.

　……

　"We must part ways here, Kakavasya."

　The blonde woman, Talaka, struggled to keep her voice steady as she knelt on the sand, tightly embracing her young brother. Rain mingled with tears, streaming from her shimmering, sandy-golden eyes and dripping onto the boy's face, which was also covered in mud and filled with fear.

　With her fingertips, gently yet with a trembling sense of farewell, she wiped away her brother Kakawasha's tears again and again.

　Kakavasya, a name born in the rain blessed by the Mother Goddess, is now filled with ominousness.

　Talaka pressed her younger brother's cold little hand against her warm cheek, as if trying to etch this last bit of warmth from her loved one into the depths of her soul.

　"why?"

　Kakawasha's sobs were broken and fragmented, her small body trembling violently in her sister's arms. "The Katika people have taken all our money, all our food... They killed Mom and Dad... What else do they want? Why won't they leave us alone?"

　Taraka's eyes suddenly turned sharp as knives, filled with a deep-seated hatred for their sworn enemy: "Because they are bloodthirsty, cruel, and insatiable, Kakawasha."

　"They wanted everything, so in the end... they got nothing."

　She forcefully wiped the rain and tears from her brother's face, her movements carrying an almost resolute determination.

　"Listen, brother, this is a trick, a revenge we've been waiting for!"

　Talaka's voice was low, yet it carried a burning intensity.

　“Do you remember? Today is Kakava Day, your birthday! The Katika people know that the Evikin people will hold a festival on this day no matter what, to pray to the Mother Goddess.”

　“This rain… is their signal to attack! They will swarm in like vultures, destroy our last caravan, take everything they can, and then… kill the rest of us.”

　Kakawasha's eyes widened in terror, rain blurring his vision: "No... Sister..."

　"but!"

　Taraka suddenly cupped his face in her hands, looking directly into his terrified golden eyes. "The Katika people don't know! This time, we won't run away! The Mother Goddess is watching us, and the souls of our parents are guiding us! More importantly, the men in black from the sky are on our side this time!"

　"The Kattika are among them, and they will pay the price for their arrogance and brutality!"

　"Without this rain, the Katika people wouldn't have acted, and we wouldn't have had the chance to set this trap..."

　A complex light flickered in Talaka's eyes—hatred, resolve, and a glimmer of hope for her brother's future.

　"And you, Kakawasha, my brother, you are a child blessed triple by the Mother Goddess! Your good fortune will surely bless your sister's success and ensure that the blood feud of the Evikin people is avenged!"

　"But...but this will kill a lot of people! You...you will too..."

　Kakavasya's sobs were drowned out by the raging rain, and despair entwined his young heart like cold vines.

　"The Evgeny people always seek revenge!"

　Talaka spoke resolutely, her voice piercing through the rain, "The Mother Goddess is calling me, my father and mother are waiting for me, I must respond!"

　"But the Mother Goddess has bestowed the greatest fortune upon you, Kakawasha. You must live! You must live! As long as your heart beats, as long as your blood flows, the Evikin people will never perish!"

　She shoved her brother aside and pointed to a bare, rocky mountain in the distance: "Run! Kakawasha! Run now! Don't be afraid! Don't look back! Run to the other side of the mountain!"

　"The rain will be with you, the rain will protect you! Remember, we will meet again under the aurora borealis in Kakawa!"

　Taraka stood up, rain streaming down her pale yet incredibly resolute face. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, making the oldest gesture of the Evikin people, and her voice, like a final prayer, reached Kakawasha's ears clearly:

　May the Mother Goddess close her eyes for you thrice...

　May your blood forever beat...

　Always face the journey with equanimity...

　[...the trick will never be exposed.]

　Goodbye, Kakawasha.

　Before she finished speaking, she resolutely turned around, drew the simple energy dagger hidden under her head, and headed towards the caravan camp to meet her destiny.

　"elder sister--!"

　Kakavasya's heart-wrenching cries were drowned out by the thunder and the ever-approaching roar of chainsaws.

　The last thing he saw was his sister's resolute back as she disappeared into the rain.