Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

In this battle, the Zeon forces alone deployed over a hundred warships and four Gwajin-class warships, while the Federation deployed three times that number, totaling 392 warships.

The number of MS and MA deployed by both sides was countless, and the scale of the battle was something that the Universal Century, which was later crippled by both sides, could never put together again.

And now, his boss is actually saying he wants to use a Musai-class cruiser to join this hellish battlefield?!

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't resign, Sirocco would have turned around and left immediately!

"Oh, you don't need to worry about me, I'm sure I won't die!"

Tsugumi looked at Shilock and waved her hand with a smile.

"You're such a kind person, always worrying about others. But don't worry, I'll be fine! I'll have to leave the boat to you, though, since I can't sail, I can't do anything!"

"So you're planning to go to Loom and use your superpowers to crush Zeon one by one?" the old lady with the spiky hair said sarcastically.

"More or less," Tsugumi said, stroking her chin.

"You may not know much about the power of the Newtypes. In our place, a Super Sith Newtype like me could easily destroy an entire Galactic Empire, let alone blow up a fleet!"

Sirocco took another deep breath!

One person destroys an entire fleet?! You think this is a superhero comic?!

But now that things had come to this, Sirocco had no choice. His life was in his boss's hands at any moment, so he could only go along with his madness.

"I understand... Then please allow me to consolidate the current strength of SIDE2, those survivors..."

"Follow me," Tsugumi said, pointing in a direction.

"The life force there is abundant; there must be plenty of living people."

......

Ishufi is a large colony with a population of 100 million.

But how many people are still alive now?

Hmmmm, based on what I've gathered, there are probably still around 500,000 to 600,000 left.

Don't underestimate this small number; compared to the original story where everyone was wiped out, Tsugumi's contribution is immeasurable!

Of the more than 990,000 people who died, at least 80% were killed by Aunt Sima's poison gas. If Tsuruga hadn't opened a hole in the colony satellite beforehand, the millions of people who hid there wouldn't have survived either!

So don't mention that Sima was also a scapegoat, how devastated and sad she was, blah blah blah.

Was she a Zeon member? Did she fire the poison gas? After doing this, did she betray Zeon or commit suicide to atone for her sins?

nothing?

If she shouldn't die, then who should?

Of course, Tsurugi isn't a heartless person. Look, she gave her body to Sirocco, letting him atone for her sins in her place.

Sima's soul was still in her body, but it was purely for Tsurugi's sake to torment this sinner, and incidentally to leash Sirocco.

Although he didn't care what benefits this ambitious man might gain for himself, he really didn't want to see him ruin his fun for some worthless gain.

"How do you feel?" Tsurugi glanced sideways at Sirocco beside her, watching his expression with amusement.

As they walked, all they could see were corpses. On the streets, in supermarkets, under the ruins of buildings, everywhere were the remains of people almost dissolved and rotten under the torment of G2 gas.

And because the colony's gravity system was damaged, these corpses, along with their shattered flesh, floated in the air, looking particularly disgusting.

This also proves that the Federation, which sent all the poor to space, is a bunch of damned trash. Anyway, if it were Tsurugi, she would never want to live in this kind of fragile can floating in the boundless deep sea.

"...It's nothing, I just think Zeon deserved to lose." Sirocco concealed his somber expression and said calmly.

Although Sima's soul could not influence his will, it did empathize with his thoughts within this body. After witnessing the hell he had created, Sima could only suffer and collapse.

It was inevitable that Sirocco would be affected, but his will was indeed strong, or rather, far more ruthless than that of sentimental, sensitive nudibrainers like Camus. Even when influenced, he would only utter a few words of lament.

Tsurugi shifted her gaze and entered the enormous shelter before her.

His hand touched the wall covered by the composite metal panel, and then—

His fingers, enveloped in the Force, sliced ​​through the wall like a hot knife through butter, and he then grabbed them.

Sirocco silently watched as the wall, which even Zaku couldn't breach, was torn down piece by piece by his boss like ripping out wrapping paper. The mischief in his heart instantly subsided.

The shelter door was torn open, and what greeted Tsurugi was bullets fired from the dark muzzle of a gun!

Changing the style doesn't change anything, it's still all about killing! : 113. You're all doomed!

bump!!!

The bullets fired from the gun barrel emitted a lot of smoke and fire, but they didn't even have the ability to hit their target.

The bullet spun and floated in front of Tsurugi, and just as he was about to flick it back, he saw the person who fired the shot tilt their head slightly.

He was a somewhat naive-looking young man, probably in his early twenties, full of heroic spirit, holding a gun with hatred in his eyes as he pointed it at Sirocco, who had taken over Sima's body.

Tsurugi glanced at Lala floating beside him and instantly knew his name.

Shirou Amada shouldn't be here, or rather, he should be on Earth at this point in time.

Born in Side 2, he should have left Side 2 for Southeast Asia on Earth before the start of the One Week War, thus luckily escaping the Zeon attack.

But due to a momentary lapse of judgment, he stayed in his hometown.

His future, which belonged to him, was thus rewritten as he played the male lead in an animated film.

Why didn't Lala try to change this future?

It's possible that La Brahma felt this would help his major survive, since without Shirou Amada, Apsaras III might actually have been able to break through Gabro.

A major shift in a worldline is itself caused by countless minor changes.

And the countless tiny parts that bear this destiny, unknowingly becoming speed bumps passing by under the crushing weight of this massive situation, become wondrous changes in which fate turns in unknown directions.

"Die, you Zeon dog!!!"

In his grief and rage, Shirou Amada wanted to pull the trigger and riddle Sirocco with bullets, but before he could even make a move, he felt as if he had been stuffed into a washing machine and was unable to move.

The gun fell to the ground, and amidst his furious roar of defiance, it was picked up by the strange man in black armor.

He couldn't protect anyone; he watched helplessly as his family and friends were all poisoned to death by Zeon, and he couldn't even protect the refugees behind him!

But the worst didn't happen.

The strange man and the Zeon dog looked at the refugees behind Shirou Amada, and Shirou actually saw an uncontrollable pain in the Zeon woman's eyes.

Ha, crocodile tears! You've slaughtered an entire colony, and you're still pretending to be merciful?!

“I said, why did you come here wearing this? Look how upset the victim’s family is.”

The strange man in black armor looked at the Zeon woman beside him and scolded her, while the Zeon woman retorted...

"You didn't even give me a chance to change, and besides, this is their Zeon pilot's suit, which is a hassle to take off."

What are they saying?

Amada Shirou couldn't understand the conversation between the two people opposite him, but it seemed that they didn't intend to kill or harm them.

The next moment, he regained control of his body, and his gun fell back in front of him, but as he reached out—

“If you point it at me again, you will die immediately.”

The casual voice made Amada Shirou stop what he was doing, simply taking back his gun and cautiously guarding the entrance to the passage.

Who are you?

"Your messiah," Tsugumi said calmly.

“I repelled those Zeon bastards, believe it or not is up to you. Now I want you to go into the shelter and tell the person in charge that I have a captured Zeon warship and I’m leaving now. Ask them whether they will submit to me and wait for my return, or come with me to Loum to have some fun.”

The sheer volume of information caused Amada Shirou to freeze for several seconds before responding, stammering as he spoke.

"I'll go report right away. You all stay here and don't move!"

After saying that, Shirou Amada hurriedly entered the shelter, while Tsugumi and Sirocco fell into a slightly awkward silence.

"So... Your Majesty, if you have achieved your goal, what is the next step?"

Although it was very inopportune, Sirocco still awkwardly inquired about the organization's future goals and principles.

What are your plans after destroying Zeon and the Federation?

"Nothing," Tsugumi waved her hand.

"How about establishing an empire and becoming emperor? But I don't care if you're just looking for fun. If you're capable, go and establish a new regime; if not, let someone else do it. I'm only responsible for getting rid of people I don't like; I can't be bothered with what happens after that!"

"Anyway, no matter how bad your stuff is, it can't be worse than the Federation's, and at least it won't be worse than Zeon's!"

Sirocco remained silent. Tsurugi's overly frank and straightforward words left him unsure how to respond.

He suddenly felt a pang of envy for Dongjiang.

It's not just his superhuman strength that I envy, but also his mental state—even Sirocco sometimes experiences self-doubt and internal conflict, but Tsugumi doesn't have this problem at all.

'I was wrong? Where did I go wrong? They were the ones who were wrong for not accepting my kindness. Screw them, just kill them!'

This kind of mindset of never engaging in internal conflict may not be very appealing to others, but it's fantastic for oneself.

If all NTs had this kind of mentality, then probably no one would have gone mad like Camus.

Soon, Tsurugi and Shilock entered the shelter, where they were met with a barrage of terrified, fearful, and hostile gazes.

After scanning the survivors, a haughty man in a federal officer's uniform and a middle-aged man in a black suit with a worried expression quickly stepped forward.

"I am Lieutenant Ashir of the Federation Forces. You are the ones who stole the Zeon warship, right? Hand it over to us immediately, that's an order!"

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Sirocco, and his face darkened.

"What? It's Zeon! You really are a Zeon spy! Seize them!"

The arrogant officer began by saying this, and immediately ordered his soldiers to surround and capture Sirocco and Tsurugi.

Tsugumi blinked and looked at Sirocco beside her.

"Yes, that's how the Federation Army is."

Sirocco understood the look in Tsurugi's eyes and sighed.

"Arrogant and conceited, foolish and unaware of their own shortcomings—the Federation Army has many capable people, but unfortunately, the vast majority are useless or like this. Otherwise, how could they have been defeated so badly by Zeon, whose population and territory are far inferior to their own?"

Indeed, if the Federation Army had any brains, they wouldn't have managed to get beaten to a pulp by Zeon. They're a bunch of cowards; the Federation is truly useless.