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

"Ugh." He let out a painful sound, trying his best to suppress his Newtype sensory abilities, but not far in front of him, the Federation soldiers who had also heard the song...

"What's going on? Where is that singing coming from?"

"My throat—"

"Help! Someone's choking me—"

"Early in the morning, she turns the winch and raises the anchor."

"Early in the morning, stuff him in a sack and throw him over."

The light, nursery rhyme-like singing continued, but what Sirocco saw was several Federation soldiers strangling themselves to death!

He transcended physiological limitations, broke through instinctive resistance, grabbed his own throat with his hand, and strangled himself to death.

All of this sent chills down Sirocco's spine, reminding him of the horror stories he had read long, long ago.

He used to scoff at those stories, but now he's witnessed them firsthand.

"Early in the morning, feed him to the hungry rats for dinner."

The federal soldiers erupted in even more piercing screams, as if they were hallucinating and seeing countless rats crawling all over them.

They gnawed at their own bodies, tore their uniforms apart, and ripped at their flesh, the excruciating pain and terror spreading.

The ethereal singing continued, the torment continued, the interrogation continued.

The dark side of the Force seeped into the minds of these Union soldiers as if it were everywhere, and they began to uncontrollably recall their past sins and guilt.

These tainted emotions eventually became entangled in more songs, transforming into tangible damage that seeped into the brain and spread.

"Early in the morning, shoot to the heart with a loaded pistol."

"Early in the morning, he sliced ​​his throat with a rusry cleaver."

The guilty Union soldiers screamed and wailed in the darkness as if they had gone mad, but to Sirocco, they were just hurting themselves in a frenzy.

Stabbing himself in the body with a knife, again and again.

strangled himself to death with his hands

He slit his own throat with a military knife.

Shoot himself in the heart with a pistol

They harm themselves as depicted in the song, like the drunken whaler. They frantically indulge in illusions, and then attack themselves.

Madness spread like a plague, permeating the omnipresent darkness of the ship.

Of course, there were also innocent people for whom this was still an extremely horrifying scene. Their guilt was not enough to justify the tormenting attacks, but it still caused them severe psychological damage.

The principle of Dream Fluid (Zabaniya) is to sing a song that transcends the frequency of human perception, shaking the brain of others and causing them to suffer various illusions and damages that are as real as reality. It can even invade and resonate with the magic circuits of others, causing physical phenomena such as burning, freezing, and tearing.

The Noble Phantasm that resonates with the air using the Force has undergone a slight mutation. Instead of feeling the pain, it now directly manipulates the brain through the Force to create the most intuitive hallucinations. Compared to magic, the Force is more invasive and more universal.

Sirocco's face turned pale. He prided himself on having seen many grand scenes, but this one was strangely unsettling.

Of course, the one with the strongest reaction wouldn't be Sirocco.

The strongest reaction came from the high-ranking officers of the Federation forces, who angrily questioned why their communication channels had been hacked and tampered with, and who the ship was and what had happened.

The answer came out quickly.

It was that ship that took in the 'refugees' from Ithufi Island.

bump!

Lieutenant General Tiam slammed his fist on the table in anger, watching the Federation's brave men screaming and wailing as they committed suicide on the screen. An overwhelming sense of rage and fear, which he tried to mask with this image, spread through his heart.

"Send reinforcements immediately!!!"

He gave the orders, but he knew it was too late; even if he rushed there now, he wouldn't see the murderer.

The song has come to an end.

"What will we do with a drunken whaler...?"

As the final curtain fell, the last guilty Federation soldier on the ship hanged himself on the bridge in despair.

Very good, about half of the Federation soldiers were killed, which was about what he had predicted. The Federation soldiers were still closer to being innocent than the Zeon soldiers.

All the images focused on the figure in black clothes and black armor.

He was the center of everything, the source of this dark ballad. He raised his head, his deep red eyes, born of the dark side of the Force, gazing upon everything before him.

He chuckled softly, and then the image cut off.

The entire Union Army was in an uproar, filled with anger, mockery, disbelief, and a complex mix of emotions. For Tsurugi, this performance marked a deeper understanding of the Force.

The Force is active in this world, or rather, the so-called Force in this world is very easy to manipulate.

The so-called dark side and light side are really just a self-deprecating division among Force-sensitive individuals—the light side is associated with positive emotions such as honesty, compassion, and kindness, embodying justice, healing, and defense, while the dark side draws power from negative emotions such as anger, hatred, and fear, making it more aggressive and invasive.

However, the Force itself does not possess definite good or evil. Even Tai's 'son' and 'daughter' represent the manifestation of the two sides of life's emotions. The Force is a neutral whole; the opposition between light and darkness originates from the user's inclination, not from the power itself.

Possessing Anakin Skywalker's gift as a child of the Force, the Force in the world was as easily accessible to him as air. Even so, if he were a mortal, he would still need to study day and night, comprehend, and undergo trials, just like Anakin, to grasp the essence of the Force.

But he is also a demon.

Having received the seven seals, his understanding and control over these emotions far surpasses that of ordinary beings, and the twin nature of sin is also an equally undeniable virtue.

So, although it's incredible, in that 'performance' just now, he not only grasped the dark side of the Force, but also unearthed the power of the light side.

However, his bright side is completely different from that of most Jedi Knights.

The Jedi Knights' light-side power stems from their self-discipline, their compassion for the weak, their honesty, and their kindness and love.

However, this is because people's positive emotions are naturally concentrated in these areas, and it does not mean that the power of the light side only comes from these—for Tsurugi, killing and destruction can also give birth to the power of the light side.

I killed him to free them!

I killed them to make the world a better place!

Such a painful death is to correct even more mistakes!

These sophistry-like, seemingly unreasonable statements, when those who manipulate emotions believe they are right, will truly bring forth the forces of light.

This fully demonstrates that the so-called darkness and light are nothing more than a matter of the user's inclination; for the Force, they are all the same.

'A special power has been detected penetrating your realm; you have received a blessing from the 'Dark Side Force'!'

'You have survived the new inscribed class: [Sibyl Lord]! It has been automatically loaded as the character card: New Human template!'

Character Card: New Human

Inscribed Class: Sith Lord

Skill Status: [Force - Chosen One (Lvmax)] [Hassan's Arts]

【The Force - The Chosen One (LvMax)】

'No changes, omitted.'

Hassan's Skill (Lv2)

'A crystallization of the soul of a fanatic, a girl who diligently studied all Hassan arts was redeemed by the Lord before her death, thus leaving behind this combination of arts. You have successfully fused with it and can now use a portion of Hassan's Noble Phantasm.'

With the acquisition of his profession, Tsugumi's Newtype power has reached a new level, and perhaps soon he will truly possess power comparable to Darth Vader. Perhaps, after he pushes for the acquisition of more Light Side Force, he will become an existence like 'Taichi'!

Or, even more powerful.

But that doesn't matter anymore. For him right now, at this very moment, the wildfire burning in his heart, the insatiable thirst, can only be filled by one thing.

--kill!

He took a deep breath, savoring the stench of blood and death, and looked at Sirocco, whose expression was strange, as he approached.

"You're afraid of me," Tsugumi said with a smile, seeing through Sirocco's thoughts.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid I will kill you? Or are you afraid of the nature of this power?"

Sirocco remained silent. As an Newtype, he was also aware of the Force. However, he could not control or touch the Force; he could only sense the emotions contained within the Force that was being channeled.

He could hardly imagine what kind of environment or background could give rise to this strange, even otherworldly, spirit.

That pure and terrifying darkness is enough to crush the sensitive nerves of any new human, but only the person before them can fully accept it, and even utilize these terrifying emotions and powers.

Sirocco had never been so terrified of anyone.

No, he even genuinely felt that what was in front of him was no longer a human being!

"Alright, let's get ready to board. We might have to fight our way out."

Tsuruga waved her hand, smiling without turning her head, looking forward to it.

He made his way back to the Storm, where the air was thick with the stench of blood. It was clear that the Federation soldiers who came to take over the Zaku were also trying to seize his cruiser.

Not only did the invading Federation soldiers die, but also several refugees from Ishfi Island who were killed by them. The arrogance of these Federation soldiers, who had not yet been thoroughly defeated, made them completely indifferent to the lives of some refugees.

Kruze and Hassawi stood beside the bodies of the refugees; the former was indifferent, while the latter suppressed his grief and anger.

"Coo, coo, coo~~~"

As he lay on the ground, blood gushed from his throat. He looked at the world with a mixture of resentment and longing. Hasavi bent down and lifted him up, trying to hear what he had to say.

But he heard nothing; the vibrant young man who had shielded him from the bullet with his own life was gone.

Hathaway was filled with sorrow and hatred. Was the Federation always such hopeless scum? General Rebil was still alive, after all...

"The Federal Army is ultimately just an army. They serve the gentry of Parliament, the centuries-old aristocratic families, and the various conglomerates. Their network, woven from interests and privileges, cannot be reformed by just one or two individuals. A ship laden with cargo cannot turn back unless..."

Kruze, who had already obtained the memories of this world through the corpse, chuckled. In his view, the problems surrounding a huge and corrupt regime were exactly the same in every world.

That's why Kruse found it interesting, and why he felt that his desire to destroy humanity wasn't actually wrong.

"Defeat them all!"

Hassawi took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot, and said earnestly.

Just then, Tsugumi returned to the ship, looked at the fallen Amada Shirou and the grieving Hathaway, raised an eyebrow, and then switched to her Paladin character card.

"Stop crying, your father's here!"

Redemption

Holy light descended instantly, and the next moment, the resurrected Shirou Amada and the still grief-stricken Hathaway looked at each other.

The scene became somewhat awkward for a moment.