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

"Then let's set off." Tsugumi looked at the boundless dark universe and raised her hand.

"Target, Loom! Slaughter all the Zeonians!!!"

......

There is a considerable distance between Side 2 and Side 5, but with the Musai-class cruisers operating at full capacity, three days is sufficient to reach the destination.

Meanwhile, both Zeon and the Federation were actively preparing for war.

The Federation is amassed a massive military force in near-Earth orbit, while Zeon, having occupied the lunar city of Granada, is simultaneously building up its forces there and at Fort Solomon.

Meanwhile, in Granada and Von Braun, which have been turned into Zeon arsenals, the three Zeon ace pilots known as the Black Triad—Mash, Gaia, and Ortega—are laughing uncontrollably while holding a video.

"Hahahaha, has the Federation run out of ideas? They're actually making a movie like this to scare us?"

Ortega, who was in charge of close combat among the Triads, watched the live stream video of Tsugumi in his hand and burst into rude laughter.

"This is also part of a propaganda war! But it only exposes the fact that the Federation fears us!"

Matthew, who was in charge of the sniping but only had one eye, also smiled and chimed in.

Yes, at Gihren's behest, the events surrounding Side 2 were portrayed as a foolish tactical deception by the Federation, and ironically, the Federation itself presented the same narrative.

Even though both sides knew that something must have happened at SIDE2, they both tacitly pretended not to see it.

Just then, a powerful, oppressive roar of jets came from overhead. The factory's dome opened, and a red Zaku slowly drove in.

Immediately afterwards, the fuselage opened, and a young man wearing a conspicuous eye mask and helmet slowly descended from the cockpit, simultaneously making his demands to the factory technicians beside him.

"Keep increasing the speed, remove the limiter..."

"Tsk, that arrogant brat..."

Gaia clicked his tongue in annoyance. They disliked this guy named Char Aznable, whether it was his appearance, his reputation, or even the faction behind him.

"Oh, aren't these the members of the Black Triad?"

Xia tossed the drink bottle in his hand aside, glancing at the video in their hands with interest.

"Are you interested in the Federation's propaganda offensive?"

"Hmph, it's nothing but a fabrication by the Federation," Ortega said disdainfully, arms crossed.

"Yes, we need to focus our attention on more valuable wars," Xia said softly, gazing into the distance.

"But are these really new humans...?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Please update more so we can get into the killing spree as soon as possible!

Changing styles doesn't change anything, it's still all about killing! : 115. When in doubt, jump into a gang fight! (Bonus chapter, please vote!)

"Although we are going to participate in the Battle of Loum, we have to admit that we don't have a single mobile suit on our ship."

On the bridge of the Stormship, Sirocco once again spoke of this despairing situation.

Yes, although the Musai-class battleships should theoretically be able to accommodate about ten mobile suits, unfortunately, they were all dismantled by Tsugumi!

The remains of those Zaku were all abandoned on Ishfi Island and in the vacuum of space, with virtually no value for reuse.

This Musset-class battleship didn't have much ammunition; its main guns could only fire a few rounds.

Honestly, Sirocco felt like he was courting death.

What's the difference between this and swimming naked in the deep sea?

Even if he were a genius like him, if he were asked to pilot a warship without MS (Mobile Suit), he wouldn't feel he could utilize his strengths much in a meat grinder like Loom.

"Don't worry!!!"

Tsugumi waved her hand dismissively, completely unconcerned.

"MS are easy to get, just like fishing, it's like—aha! Look over there, isn't that the MS we need?"

Sirocco looked in the direction Tsurugi was pointing—well, he didn't see anything.

However, his NT senses did detect something dangerous approaching.

Meanwhile, on the other side—

"A warship has been spotted—identified as the Mt. Storm-class cruiser using friendly identification codes!"

On another ship, the Mse-class light cruiser 'Duquisa', Lieutenant Commander Zanzibar, who was in command of the ship, looked at the friendly forces identification code displayed on the radar screen, and a multitude of thoughts surged through his mind.

Legend has it that the 'Storm' disappeared while carrying out a classified mission to Side 2. Although the higher-ups characterized what happened in Side 2 as a propaganda offensive by the Federation Army, many high-ranking officers were well aware of the truth.

At the very least, the Stormship and that batch of MS definitely perished in Side 2!

In other words, the 'Storm' was most likely intercepted by the people of SIDE2!

Major Zanzibar's mind raced. At this point, he should immediately report to his superiors and await orders, since their patrol mission was over and they should return to regroup.

But, but...

It must be said that the upper echelons of the Zeon army all share the same mind.

Commander-in-Chief Killian is a madman who likes to gamble on the fate of the nation, Kycilia is a madman who likes to gamble on superweapons, and Dozle is probably the only normal person, but unfortunately most of the normal people under his command were killed in the One Year War.

The later remnants of Zeon, starting with the bald-headed Delaz, were all followers of these two, and unfortunately, Major Zanzibar was also a fanatical Gihlen fan.

So—I took the gamble!

Capture the captured Storm before the Battle of Loum begins, adding a significant achievement to his record!

Most importantly, get your name into the sights of Commander-in-Chief Killian!

"Enter combat mode, load main gun, and take aim!"

Major Zanzibar issued the order without hesitation, without even planning to communicate.

Meanwhile, on the Storm, chaos reigned. The rookie crew members were at a loss, and only Sirocco and Tsurugi could make decisions.

"Hard left! We're immediately veering off course. Load the main guns, we..."

Just as Sirocco calmly issued the order, Tsugumi pressed her hand down on him, then smiled gleefully.

"No need. Prepare to launch the missile and aim at him."

“At this distance, a Musai-class missile simply cannot hit the target,” Sirocco said, frowning in confusion.

"If you don't understand, please don't make comments!"

"No, no, no, it will hit." Tsugumi looked at Sirocco and chuckled.

"Just launch one, Sirocco. Let me show you what a legendary Supernova is all about."

Sirocco: ......

He had no idea what was wrong with Tsurugae this time, but he really had no reason to refuse.

Anyway, if this fails, he can take the opportunity to persuade him to immediately turn the boat around and head to SIDE6!

"Alright, missile loading ready..."

When Shirlock gave the order, Tsugumi had already arrived at the missile launch chamber.

He pushed aside the novice crew member frantically scrambling around beside him, grabbed the missile and threw it on the ground, then sat down in the torpedo compartment, leaving the crew member dumbfounded.

"Sir, this is the torpedo compartment—"

"I know."

Tsurugi turned around, gave him a thumbs-up, and grinned.

"Watch carefully and learn well!"

The next moment, he closed the hatch, and five seconds later, with Sirocco's command, Tsurugi was launched like a missile!

Sirocco: ? ? ?

"Lord Sirocco...that's Lord Vida?"

The helmsman stiffly turned his head to look at Sirocco and asked in a dreamlike tone...

You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?!

"Ahohohoho!!!!"

Tsurugi let out a battle roar like a pirate, moving forward at such a speed in the vacuum, feeling neither the wind nor any resistance!

"Radar detected the enemy launching a missile!"

"Hmph, just as I thought, a bunch of civilians, launching missiles from such a distance." Major Zanzibar let out a contemptuous laugh.

Since Dr. Minovsky discovered the Minovsky particle, warfare relying on missiles for beyond-visual-range strikes is a thing of the past. Missiles, as weapons, only have a chance of hitting their target when both sides are within visual range.

Otherwise, the launched missile would never hit the target; it would most likely not even get close and would fly off somewhere due to the interference of the Mie particles.

however--

"Captain, the missile is getting closer and closer... this... this is a missile?"

The radar operator exclaimed in surprise.

Because no matter how they tried to capture it, what they saw seemed to be... one person?

A man dressed in black armor, laughing wildly, approached.

"Whatever it is, shoot it down!"

Zanzibar waved his hand sharply, and immediately, an incredibly dense barrage of bullets swept towards Dongjiang's territory.

Just then, Tsurugi enveloped his entire body in the Force and propelled himself in a certain direction in the vacuum. Using his Force perception, he easily dodged the dense barrage of bullets.

The Force, isn't it incredibly powerful?

So, to the astonishment of the entire crew of the Duquisa, the humanoid figure moving at high speed in the vacuum kept adjusting its flight angle and finally forced its way close to their bridge.

Then--

boom!!!!

Because there is no resistance or friction in a vacuum, the Tsurugi, which crashed into the ship at the speed of a missile, smashed through the bridge and landed straight in the direction of the hangar before coming to a stop.

As for the people on the ship?