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

The instant he smashed through the bridge, the people in the bridge control room were pulled into the vacuum by its suction force, and died in agony.

Tsurugi hummed a macho tune and headed back the way he came, killing off any crew members who came to check on him along the way.

Then, he returned to the bridge, fiddled with it for a bit, and then sent a communication request as instructed by Sirocco.

"Lord Sirocco, should we accept the communication request from the other ship?"

"......catch."

Sirocco's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth; at this moment, he was torn between wanting a certain outcome.

Is it hoping that the Zeon forces are attacking to mock them for launching their own captain to commit suicide, or...?

"OK, one Muse-class cruiser has successfully suppressed the situation!"

On the screen in front of me was a figure dressed in black armor, looking very serious, but actually quite abstract.

"...How did you do that?" Sirocco asked earnestly, a question that represented the concerns of everyone on the ship.

"Why? This is the power of the new humans!"

Tsugumi pointed to herself with her thumb, brimming with confidence.

"Because I am the legendary Super New Human!!!"

Sirocco pondered, closed his eyes, tilted his head back, covered his face, and sighed, feeling as if his worldview had completely collapsed and he was doubting himself.

Is that so?

Could the power of the new humans achieve this level?

Can I, Sirocco, also become a legendary Super New Human?!

Even with a different style, it's still all about killing! : 116. Hathaway and Kruse

Whether Grandma's hairstyle can make them a legendary super new human is another matter; what they are facing now is a more serious problem.

They gained another Muse-class cruiser, but its bridge was severely damaged. Both Shilock and Tsurugi felt it would be a pity to lose it, but they couldn't just leave it for repairs.

So Sirocco fiddled with the Duquisa and shut down its signal and engine systems, hiding it in the nearby asteroid belt, waiting to retrieve it later when he had time.

However, they still gladly accepted the mobile suits on the ship.

A standard Musai-class cruiser would store four mobile suits in its hangar. Of course, if it were a fleet, there would be dedicated mobile suit transport ships. However, it was clear that the Dugisa was on a solo patrol mission and encountered them on its return voyage.

—Then, before it could even send out a distress signal, Tsugumi shot through its bridge with a single, deadly shot, leaving it no chance to send out a distress signal.

But in any case, there are at least four Zaku that can be driven here, and they are all the latest Zaku II models of this era, equipped with 120mm machine guns and electric axes.

Although Sirocco, who was used to piloting Generation Z mechs, found this outdated old thing quite distasteful, it was still good enough for this era!

But then another problem arises – now that we have MS, who will drive it?

Strictly speaking, only Sirocco can pilot a mobile suit here. Although Amada Shirou, who came aboard with Sirocco, has learned how to operate it under Sirocco's initial guidance, he is still quite far from being able to pilot it into battle.

That won't do, that's not good.

Dongjiang may not care about the lives of the people on this boat, but he can't stand seeing good things sitting idle and wasted.

So he decisively launched his second round of prize draws.

"So...you're saying this is also a skill of the New Humans?"

Sirocco's eyes twitched as he looked at the complex magic circle set up in front of Tsurugi, and the two corpses placed in the middle.

"What nonsense! Your understanding of the new humans is far too superficial."

Tsurugi rolled her eyes at Sirocco.

What he said is absolutely right! Looking at the history of UC, although they always tout the concept of realism, weren't the Newtypes a fantastical thing from the very beginning?

Even before the emergence of great writers, the new humans already possessed superpowers such as fighting from a distance, materializing mental energy, becoming ghosts after death, and foreseeing the future.

And the new humans after the great writers are even more incredible; things like creating things remotely, reversing time, and teleporting are child's play.

Before me, Brahma, who dares to say that we UC New Humans are not super talents?

So what's so special about being brought back from the dead? It's child's play!

Brahma, give me your power!!!

Lala, bound by the Curse of Ruin by Tsurugi, was unwilling but still obediently used her new human powers, beginning to search for the souls that had escaped at the moment of death in the long river of time.

Even without the mental framework, Sirocco could still clearly see the pale green glow in the face of Lala's powerful mental strength.

Sirocco's lips twitched a few more times. He took a few deep breaths before he could suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

As someone who considers himself an elite human being and a new human capable of leading humanity, he actually holds the new human system in utter contempt.

He loathed the instability of human nature, especially highly sensitive things like NTs. He despised all that talk about the light of humanity.

If the progress of human society could be achieved by a group of Newtypes using their powers, then what is the point of all the historical accumulation that humanity has made so far?

Therefore, he had very mixed feelings about the 'new human ability' that Tsurugi claimed to possess, which was almost omnipotent.

It would be a lie to say that she didn't want such power, but it wouldn't be fair to say that she held a grudge against Tsugumi because of it.

Even though his new boss was crazy and eccentric, there was one thing he and Sirocco were completely in agreement on—

Those who claim to be human and driven by emotions cannot be leaders! They are even worse and more despicable than the federal regimes that rely on bloodlines and privileges!

The difference is that Tsugumi completely denies and doesn't care about any of this, while Sirocco still harbors the dream of leading humanity towards a more efficient path through the guidance of such righteous elites as himself. In other words—he's actually more upright than Tsugumi...

Shilock even gleaned a chilling thought from Tsurugi.

Looking at this light of humanity, he actually imagined a gigantic, disproportionately large GM descending with the same light, then smashing the entire universe with a single punch, and he thought that scene would be fucking awesome...

Haha, it must be his imagination! His boss is just like that—he loves men who indulge in these unrealistic dreams!

Sirocco wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to banish the image from his mind.

In any case, pledging allegiance to this capable man is the best option for me right now, so let's abandon any other unnecessary calculations that might affect me!

Shilock was thinking to himself, and his thoughts were completely captured by Tsurugi.

Although he didn't care, he was also slightly pleased.

But when it comes to having fun, he doesn't hesitate at all.

So, he quickly found two souls in the river of time that he found most interesting.

......

Cold, shivering

Hathaway Noah's memory is stuck on the moment the bullet pierced his body and the faint sound of his father's voice.

"I'm sorry, Father, and Mother too, I'm telling you I wasn't a good older brother either..."

Having understood better than anyone else just how hopeless and corrupt the Federation truly was, Hathaway sadly realized why he had heard his father's voice here.

He harbored a deeper hatred for the Union, sorrow for himself, and pain and guilt over the circumstances his father would face.

But no matter what, none of this matters anymore.

The moment the bullet pierced his heart, he was no longer Hathaway Noah, but merely a corpse named 'Mavty'.

He slowly opened his eyes. Before him was the blinding light, the distinctive smell of engine oil in the cramped cabin, and the smell of his own breath coming through something that looked like a mask or hood.

I... didn't die?

Hasavi's mind was blank, and when he turned his head, he saw two strangers smiling and waving at him.

A woman with long black hair, a pretty face and figure, but a particularly sour expression.

The other was a strange man dressed in black armor and emitting a loud, rough laugh.

"Where am I...?"

Hasavi sat up blankly, then realized that many things were wrong. His weight, and many other things, all felt very strange to him.

But this new human ability was the only thing he retained, so the next second, he successfully connected to the new human network of Tsurugi and Sirocco.

Then he understood everything in an instant, saving him the opportunity to fill up the word count with countless descriptions of the current situation.

"...Did you resurrect me?" Hasavi removed the pumpkin head from his head and looked at Tsurugi with complicated eyes. He never thought that such a thing would happen, especially to him.

My name is Hassavinoa, and I have been reborn, reborn three years before I was born...

"I've been reborn into the body of a Zeon hero, much to the dismay of the Federation's hero's son," Tsugumi said with a grin, spreading her hands.

"However, considering that you are still the famous Mafti, Char's ghost, it's not like I'm doing you a disservice."

"Hmph, Brad can't believe he has a son like you..."

Sirocco snorted coldly, letting out a mocking laugh that was hard to tell whether it was contempt or ridicule.

He and Brad Noah were enemies, though they had never actually met. In Sirocco's eyes, Brad was nothing more than a mediocre man who had the opportunity to access the highest power but arrogantly distanced himself from him and then lamented the corruption of the world.

However, the fact that such a person as Brad has such a rebellious son is quite interesting to Sirocco.

"You must be Paptimas Shilock, sir? My father once mentioned you; you are a dangerous enemy!"

Hassawi looked at Sirocco with the same complex gaze. He had heard Sirocco's assessment from Brad, who said that Sirocco was a much more troublesome opponent than Char in every way except for his reputation.

"I don't need the judgment of mediocre people who willingly degenerate!"

"Alright, alright, no need for infighting. We're a team, a family, we need to stick together."

Tsurugi grabbed their hands with a grin and forced them together.

"Let's work together to crush the Zeonians and the Commonwealthians!"

Hathaway looked at the mysterious man with a complicated expression. To be honest, his NT ability was quite startled when he read the man's thoughts, and he almost pounced on him to correct him—but he couldn't help but agree with some of his ideas because of his hatred for the Federation.

After all, although Hathaway was Bright's son, he was someone who inherited Char's will. He did not agree with his extremism, but he longed to correct all this corruption but was powerless to do so, and in the end, he could only choose to deal with it in the same extreme way.

"What use can this immature brat be?" Sirocco said disdainfully.

"The more the merrier for me~~" Tsugumi said with a smile, holding up a finger.

"So there's one more person. Do you think I should try to bring over a Char Aznable from 0093...?"

"Please don't!" x2

Hathaway and Shilock reached an agreement on this matter—don't let that mother-fixator come over!