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

"Have you made up your mind?" Tsurugi looked at Dekin and Karma, asking with a friendly smile.

"Have I decided who will die by my hand and who will live?"

Dejin silently dropped his cane and walked over, while Karma covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face, looking at Dongjiang with eyes full of hatred.

"Come on, whether you seek revenge or whatever, I, Dejin Zabi, will take responsibility for it all!"

“Very good.” Looking at Prince Dejin, who had closed his eyes and was ready, Tsurugi smiled slightly, then used the Force to grab Karma by the neck and slowly lift him up.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle~" Karma struggled instinctively, her eyes bulging almost out of their sockets, weakly waving her arms.

"Kalma! No, don't kill my son, kill me instead!"

Dejin opened his eyes and saw his youngest son's pained expression, weakly pleading with Tsurugi.

"Hmm... Although I should say something polite now to fit my twisted sense of humor, to be honest, I came here to kill your son in the first place."

Looking at the pleading prince, Tsurugi smiled and said...

"Yes, I lied. I don't intend to let any of you Zabi family members go."

"If your youngest son dies, I will not spare your eldest son, eldest daughter, second son, or your second son's wife."

"The child is innocent!" Deakin hissed.

"Innocent? Hahahaha, what a joke!" Dongjiang laughed wildly, and the wronged souls around him roared along with him.

"When you started this war, when you drove billions of people to their deaths to achieve your bullshit righteousness, not a single member of your Zabi family was innocent!"

"Of course, I don't deny the correctness of your war with the Federation. I want to kill those bastards too, and I will definitely do so!"

"Damn it, why are you talking so much about his mother? I just don't like you guys."

As Tsuruga spoke, she gave him the middle finger, then looked at the screen behind her, at the gorilla screaming in anger.

"What do you think, Dozru Zabi? I'm keeping my promise. The first dead man in your Zabi family is about to appear! As for your father, I'll squeeze every last drop of value out of him and then properly prepare him!"

"Stop it!!!"

Dejin yelled and lunged forward to stop him, but was slapped away. Immediately afterward, Tsurugi clenched his fist.

Karma screamed in agony as countless protruding bones pierced her body; to outsiders, she was undoubtedly dead beyond any doubt.

But Tsurugi wasn't going to give him that easy. Without hesitation, he activated the Asia Gold Energy STC manufacturing module—a shape that resembled half a twisted human bone and a key. The moment Tsurugi grasped it, a crimson energy instantly extended out!

He lifted the STC manufacturing module of the Asia Gold Energy, and the next second, countless pieces of flesh and blood in the entire cabin instantly converged on the altar formed by the twisted bones and soul of Karma.

Tsugumi cut off communications, and news of Karma's death spread throughout the entire Zeon army in an instant.

Not far away, Xia, who had escaped with his life but was covered in wounds, applied medicine to himself while staring at the screen with a gloomy expression, muttering to himself.

"She's dead just like that? Karma..."

Changing styles doesn't stop the killing spree! : 129. Side 3 Big Picture Contest, begin!

Side 3, Zeon Principality Capital, Zum City

"Zick zion! Zick zion! Zick zion!"

The streets were filled with cheers as the citizens of Zeon waved their flags and shouted, celebrating their principality's great victory.

Flowers were showered like rain by the cheering crowd, and the residents of SIDE3, who took to the streets, chanted the same slogan.

Zick zion

They neither know nor care whether the Zeon they are supporting is the real Zeon, nor do they consider what victory could bring them.

Even the Zeonians who couldn't afford the air tax and were about to be thrown into decompression chambers to be killed would proudly stand tall when they think of the Principality's great victory at Loum.

It's unclear which well-informed newspaper sent news of Zeon's great victory back to their homeland right after the Battle of Loum ended.

Of course, they might release the same message even if they lose.

After all, the base battle report says that unless someone pushes to their own crystal, they must insist that they have won.

Similarly, they would never consider how many innocent people their armies have killed and how many civilians they have slaughtered overseas.

Even if these are things they could easily learn about if they wanted to, they would never bother to learn them.

Even those who speak the truth are met with harsh blows; they are beaten and accused of insulting the great soldiers of Zeon.

Such people will only begin their so-called 'reflection' when the enemy's army advances to their doorstep and the butcher's knife is held to their throats.

They would kneel, repent, and denounce the soldiers they had previously elevated to godhood, trying to sever ties with this 'past mistake'.

But why should the living accept this so-called repentance?

If the citizens of the victorious nations who were ravaged were given a public vote on whether to slaughter those who had persecuted and ravaged them, what would they choose?

What allows them to live is never the victim they hurt the most, but the will of the minority who decide the right to revenge.

The Dongjiang River wouldn't be like that.

He will give all the victims a chance to vote, but—

The victim here refers to the wronged souls who were killed by them, their eyes wide open in resentment.

Those souls filled with hatred, pain, and madness were the only target group for Tsuruga's 'questionnaire'.

Don't call this cheating. After all, who has more right to decide revenge than the dead?

After all, the original plot makes absolutely no sense!

During the One Year War, more than half of the universe's inhabitants were killed or wounded, with less than half surviving. A significant proportion of those survivors were from Side 3.

After the war, despite the Federation's strict control over Side 3, it avoided a lot of chaos later on. Most importantly, not many of the 150 million 'high-class citizens' of Zeon recognized by Gihren died in the end.

Putting aside the mitotic problem of the increasing number of space dwellers dying after the One Year War, the fact that the Zeon people were able to survive until after the war instead of being wiped out like the residents of Side 2 and Side 5 is truly everyone's responsibility!

Just as the entire capital of Zeon was celebrating their victory, all the programs broadcasting the news of the victory, praising the Zabi family's light waves, and the television screens all distorted in a burst of static.

"Test, test~~~~ Ugh, how exactly does this Minovsky particle interfere with my abilities? Is it really because it's a magical artifact?"

Accompanied by a slightly flippant voice from a young man, the same face quickly appeared on all the screens.

This time, Tsugumi didn't wear Darth Vader's skin; she used her own face.

Very young, even somewhat immature.

That's why it seems no one recognized him.

"Greetings, fellow citizens of Zeon who are celebrating! I am Tsugumi, you may also call me Dasvida or whatever, but that's not the point."

Tsugumi looked at them and smiled, then got straight to the point.

"I'm here to tell you damned Zeon bastards that your King is now in my hands!"

After saying that, he grabbed Dejin, who was tied up next to him, and kicked him to the ground. The old man, who seemed to have suffered a major blow and intense stimulation, could only keep groaning.

"What's wrong with that kid? How could the TV station let a program like that air!"

"That person really does seem to be His Majesty the Prince?!"

"How is this possible? Wasn't there supposed to be a great victory at the front? How could His Majesty the Prince have been captured!"

The citizens of Zeon in Zum were thrown into chaos, and none reacted more strongly to this turmoil than Gihren.

Enraged, Kiran believed that the access to these programs meant someone had infiltrated the colony and taken control of the television stations, so he ordered his guards to take action.

But even putting everything else aside, the show itself still made Kilian's face turn extremely ugly.

His father, despite his differing political views and even Kilian's desire for him to disappear, would never tolerate such humiliation on a public program.

The fact that the prince representing Zeon has been so insulted is a great disgrace to the entire Principality of Zeon!

"Dragon River..."

With gritted teeth, Kilian squeezed out the name from between his teeth. Although it was just a premonition, Kilian felt that this was his real name.

"I did think about extorting something from you, but then I felt that what I wanted was best taken by myself." Tsurugi stood on Dekin's bald head, laughing gleefully.

"For example, world domination or establishing a galactic empire—well, those are all things in the distant future. For me, there's only one thing to do right now."

He looked at the screen, as if he could see countless Zeonians cursing him, and said with satisfaction.

"Go ahead and curse, because you will soon feel the same way as the universe's inhabitants whom you have persecuted."

"After all, very soon, very soon, I will give you a gift from your own Zeon people."

"To be honest, I hadn't thought about it either," Tsugumi tilted her head, her face beaming with delight.

"I was originally planning to send you all to heaven one by one with nuclear bombs, but I've found something more fun."

"By the way, why would you prepare G2 poison gas on your own king's flagship?"

Kiran's face turned green instantly.

If you ask why... does Tang Daji really not know why?!

The reason he was carrying poison gas bombs onto his father's ship was that he thought if they really lost by a one in ten thousand chance, he would simply let his father take the blame and choose to go into hiding for the sake of future consequences.

"Oh well, whatever, I don't care what you think of me."

Tsuruga waved with a smile and said

"Anyway, I'm going to take advantage of you Zeon guys—oh, I misspoke, most of you don't even deserve to be called Zeon guys, you're not one of those 150 million citizens."

Tsugumi was highly skeptical of the absurd figure that Zeon's total population was only 150 million. After all, the number of residents who died in Zeon's side alone was in the billions, so 150 million in the mainland seemed unreasonable.

As for the later setting that Zeon originally had more than two billion people, but after independence, due to the Federation's blockade and the fact that Zabi's two billion people were reduced to only 150 million, Tsugumi thought it was even more outrageous.

After all, setting aside the fact that 150 million people could still thrash a Federation with billions of troops—that's some kind of superhuman industrial capability—the mere fact that a normal country could be reduced to less than a tenth of its population and still have its regime continue to support the ruling party in a war is something that, apart from the Green-skinned Thrushes, I can't think of any other race...

When he got here, he finally understood: so Zeon's population statistics were learned from the Indians!

The 150 million people are the truly recognized citizens, namely the Jew people living in the capital city of Zim. Those living in other colonies are the same kind of untouchables as the Indians.

Dongjiang didn't quite understand Tang Daji's mentality of being so stingy in issuing ID cards to his own people, but that didn't stop him from feeling relieved.

After all, if it's only 150 million, TuTu will be gone in no time!

But if there are at least a billion people—

Ha, I've finally caught you!

“I originally wanted to carry out this trial myself, but here, I have invited someone more suitable to perform this task.”