After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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Explosive punk music instantly assaulted his eardrums. Spah shook his head and swayed as he stepped across the planet's surface, leaving deep footprints.

pat!pat!

Whoosh!

The yellow sand whistled in my ears, and not far away, the gunfight between the planet's natives sounded like a violent storm, a noisy symphony.

But Spall was completely at ease, listening to the frenetic rock music, dancing along, and slowly walking away.

Not long after Spare collected the bounty, he returned to his dilapidated spaceship. The music didn't stop; instead, it grew louder and louder, like thunder, creating a clanging and clattering sound.

Unlike the world of rock and roll, the spaceship was desolate and silent, with only white sand and gravel covering the wilderness, shrouded in the darkness of the night.

The cabin was eerily quiet, with the gray-white mechanical equipment churning alone. Only the area around the refrigerator was somewhat lively. Snacks surrounded the refrigerator, piled up messily into small mountains.

Instead of heading to the driver's seat, Spa walked up the food hill, grabbed a bag of chips, and slowly unwrapped it.

He munched on potato chips, walked to the control panel, extended his index finger, aimed at the most conspicuous green button, and pressed it.

boom!

With the roar of engines, the spaceship pierced through the atmosphere, igniting orange-red flames, and disappeared into the even more silent outer space.

Spa yawned, activated the autopilot mode, stretched, returned to the refrigerator, and grabbed a bag of snacks.

The music in my headphones gradually softened, no longer playing the energetic tracks from "Sexy Pistols," but instead switching to a signature song from "Mygo":

Poetry Beyond the Boundaries!

As the opening poem was recited, Spa's consciousness gradually drifted away from reality, his thoughts rapidly regressing, floating back to that day:

Pierpont, headquarters of the International Peace Corporation.

Spah stood in front of the wall, clenching his fists so tightly they made a cracking sound, his nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood.

However, Spall was completely unaware. The bloodstains throughout the room far exceeded the blood on his palm.

Yesterday, this wall was as white as snow, but now it is stained with crimson blood and exudes a strong fishy smell.

Bloodstains flowed along the walls and into the dark floor, turning into thick red liquid that covered the employee's body.

Unfortunately, these bodies had long since shattered into pieces.

They are arranged on the dark floor, like a Dadaist collage, but their constituent elements are flesh and blood and severed limbs.

"Sigh! If you just close the next deal, you could buy a house on the company's directly owned planet..."

Spall muttered to himself, took a deep breath, bent down, and closed the eyes of the employees one by one.

After a long while, he slowly stood up, no longer observing the mutilated bodies of his colleagues, but instead moving his head to look at the wall next door.

Blood splattered on the wall, depicting a strange mask.

Beneath the mask, V-shaped lips curve upwards, seemingly smiling, yet cone-shaped teardrops flow from the lower part of its pupils.

Gazing at the pattern cast in blood, Spa's heart pounded and suddenly accelerated.

He took a deep breath, and his heartbeat gradually calmed down, but his palms were stinging with pain from the blood.

Spah's heart ached even more than his hands.

How dare they do such a thing in the very base of the storage facility...

We can't just let it go!

Spare loosened his fist, then quickly clenched it again, walked towards the Strategic Investment Department, and pushed open the door to the Emerald office.

However, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

……

"No, I disagree."

Emerald squinted her blue eyes, her chest hidden beneath her purple robes, rising and falling with her breath.

Spah noticed that the jadeite looked rather strange today.

She maintained her elegance, but removed her hat. Sweat clung to her long purple hair, dripping down her back.

It seems... with so many people dying at headquarters all at once, even the usually composed Sister Jade is finding it hard to remain calm.

Spall muttered to himself, reflecting on the difficulty of obtaining jade, but remembering his deceased colleagues, he still managed to move his lips and speak:

"That fool's actions are a slap in the face to the company. If an arrest warrant is issued, the bounty will probably be no less than that of the Darkfire Duke."

"You know he's slapping the company in the face!"

Emerald raised an eyebrow, her voice full of authority: "If you issue a bounty so publicly, are you afraid that people won't know that Pierpoint was invaded by thieves, or even humiliated?"

"Then issue me the permit! I'll deal with that fool myself; there won't be any major conflict..."

Spah raised his voice, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Emerald reach out her hand to stop him from continuing.

“Mr. Spall…you seem to have made quite a contribution to our strategic investment department.”

Jade lifted a strand of hair, rested her chin on her hands, and, abandoning her previous seriousness, gently curled the corners of her lips.

Spall noticed Emerald's change and was slightly taken aback. But before he could figure out what she was thinking, he saw Emerald reach out and pull out a piece of paper with a table drawn on it.

Spall looked down and saw that the form was filled with nothing but his past performance records.

"Single-handedly, he broke into the planet where the Bu Li people lived and extricated a deadbeat who owed twenty Amber Ages of debt... It's like a god descending to earth."

Jade picked up the paper, a slight smile playing on her lips, and read it line by line in a calm, unhurried voice:

"...The company lost important cargo and was powerless to recover it, but you visited fifty-six planets, fighting against the Antimatter Legion, the Sea Rangers, and the Bountiful People in turn, and finally found the cargo..."

"...In less than two years, we recovered 131 bad debts, creating the biggest miracle in the history of the Strategic Investment Department..."

Jade kept rambling on, but Spa, being naturally lazy, didn't have the energy to listen and involuntarily started yawning.

He was about to interrupt Jade when he noticed that she had already put down the paper. Jade clapped her hands lightly and smiled, saying:

"I will nominate you as one of the Stoneheart Ten, to become the next [Topa]... For the sake of Kripper's great cause, you will be busier and busier in the future. This time it's just a few employees dying, let it go."

As she spoke, Emerald stood up, roughly straightened her dress, and gracefully extended her hand.

For a moment, Spah was stunned. He raised his eyebrows, his gaze falling on the emerald palm, unsure how to respond.

Stone Heart...that's ten Stone Hearts!

Spah's lips curled up, his inner excitement barely concealed.

Even if he had lived two lives, as a member of the strategic investment department, how could he not covet the title of the Stone Heart Ten?

On one side is the lifelong honor of a working person... On the other side are colleagues with whom they spend every day, and dozens of vibrant lives...

Isn't it obvious which is more important?

Thinking of this, Spa licked his lips and stretched out his hand.

A hand rests on a jade palm.

*Snap!* Two people died and eight officers were killed.

Spah suddenly slapped away Emerald's hand.

Before the other party could react, Spah curled the corners of his mouth, reached into his pocket with his right hand, pulled out something, and waved it in front of Emerald's eyes.

The next second, Emerald's eyes changed.

Chapter 4 Miss Topa blushed

Wow!

The paper was held between Spa's fingers and flicked gently.

Although it was just a thin piece of paper, Jade was slightly taken aback when she saw it, and then her smile disappeared and her brows furrowed.

"Resignation! You're actually preparing to resign?"

"It's just a contingency plan..."

Spah slightly raised the corner of his mouth and put away his resignation letter: "I know Jade's personality very well, so I will naturally make plans in advance."

"Are you planning to hand your resignation to Diamond?"

Emerald took a deep breath, and within moments she regained her smile, though her voice was still much lower than before.

Spall, being a man who disliked explaining himself, simply nodded slightly when questioned, hesitated for a moment, and then began to speak:

"Thank you, Sister Jade, for taking care of me in the past."

After saying that, although he was reluctant, he turned around and walked towards the office door.

Emerald did not stop him, but instead watched Spa's retreating figure, gently opening her mouth and murmuring to herself:

"So... this is your method of preservation? That's why I took a liking to you..."

The sound reached Spa's ears, making his nose tingle.

However, he quickly came to his senses, remembering Emerald's cunning, and realized that this was just her rhetoric, so he continued walking towards the door.

Shortly after, Spa walked to the exit of the Strategic Investments Department.

But just as he was about to go out, he suddenly felt his trouser leg tighten. Looking down, he saw a creature that looked like a pig biting the edge of his trouser leg.

Dimensional piggy bank

Spah's heart stirred slightly, and he was about to pick up the piggy bank when he realized that the piggy bank in front of him looked very unusual.

The piggy bank has a pair of wing-shaped ears, and its snout resembles that of a small wild boar, revealing golden protrusions. Even more exquisite is the fact that its head is painted with dazzling gold lines, giving it a magnificent and luxurious appearance.

This piggy bank... could it be a money box?

If the accounts are here, wouldn't that mean...?

Thinking of this, Spa turned his head slightly, his gaze passing over the dimensional piggy bank and fixed on what was behind it, where he saw a beautiful young girl.

The girl ran over, wearing a blue business uniform, her chest hidden behind a red collar, and swayed repeatedly.

What's most striking is the girl's short silver hair, with a few strands of red highlights adorning it. As she runs, beads of sweat, like pearls, fall from her hair.

"Yelena, why are you stopping me?"

Spah raised an eyebrow and used his inner strength to pull back the curtains, but the dimensional creature persisted and pounced again.

After a few fruitless attempts, Spah sighed, raised his head, and looked directly into Yelena's eyes. He noticed a crystalline light shimmering in the girl's blue pupils, and she looked exceptionally earnest.

"Yelena! Let go!" Spaga said emphatically.

However, the girl stubbornly shook her head: "Senior, there are too many unknown risks in the universe, and that enemy is treacherous and cunning. With your abilities alone... I'm afraid..."

"Fighting alone isn't the first time I've done it. And..."

Spah stopped talking and looked at the junior in front of him. He felt that Yelena was not old, but she spoke with a kind of maturity.

He's such a serious guy... not my type at all.

Spall muttered to himself, but didn't show it on his face. Instead, he reached out and touched the girl's silver hair.

Yelena tried to dodge, but couldn't avoid it, letting Spare ruffle her hair at will.

"woo"

The girl made a cute sound.

"Thank you for your concern, Yelena. However, you should be happy that I resigned... After I leave, the title of 'Topa' will most likely be yours. At that time, you will be able to realize your ideals..."

After Spah finished speaking, he removed his hand, bent down, grabbed the tent, held it in his palm, and swaggered towards the door.

Yelena's face was slightly flushed, and she remained motionless.

Next second!

She suddenly appeared and blocked the office doorway.

"Who...who! Who wants your charity!"

Yelena's cheeks were flushed, like a ripe persimmon.

That appearance, on this strong woman, was completely different from her usual image, attracting the attention of all the employees in the office.

Yelena's cheeks grew increasingly red. She stomped her foot, gritted her teeth, and made a squeaking sound.

"As expected! I hate you the most, senpai!"

"Since you hate me, just let me go... Or do you have Stockholm Syndrome?"