"Cash in... you mean profit off them? But all the other races seem to be thinking about investing in future Chosen."
"Investing in Chosen is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of." Zhu Thirteen looked disdainful. "There are more Chosen in the universe than vermin in the gutters. Throw a brick and you could kill eight or ten. What's there to invest in?"
"But what if one of them makes it?"
"What are the odds of hitting that jackpot? Are you going to join every [Evolutionary Origin Domain] that appears and invest in them one by one?"
"Oh..."
"Besides, Succession Envoys forbid investing in Chosen ahead of time. If you're caught, you'll be punished as well as expelled. Anyone doing this is either hoping to win the lottery and turn their fortunes around, or carrying out a mission from their tribe. Are you planning to invest in Chosen because your father wants to exile you, or because your mother is forcing you?"
"Neither... but I think things on this Earth are pretty much settled. All the promising candidates have already been picked out. If we quietly invest now, we'll clearly get better results."
"You don't know shit." Zhu Thirteen was growing impatient. "Think about yourself. One fellow helped you grow when you were an ordinary sandworm, while another only helped after you attained a sandworm sequence rank. Would those two hold the same place in your heart?"
"Oh, you mean it's already too late for us to invest?"
He concluded, "What I mean is, stop thinking about investing altogether. Investing in Chosen has already cost countless speculators everything they had, and even their lives."
"All right, I understand."
"So we should just focus on making a profit. If we can get something out of the trial takers, great. If