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

Ra Brahma, controlled by the Curse of Ruin, was unable to break free of his mental shackles, but the Ra Brahma of this universe somehow connected to another version of himself via Wi-Fi. Hmm... an unexpected factor, I like it!

However, Tsurugi did not engage in any debate with this saintly figure, but merely revealed a little about her own predicament in the cycle of reincarnation.

He unleashed his skill, [Rum's Wrath of the Undead], and in an instant, she was as if her neck had been grabbed and she couldn't move, screaming as she broke free from Ra's consciousness.

Ha, you can't even withstand the curse of a mere 2.5 billion people, what right do you have to advise me?

Tsurugi lowered his head. The curse that lingered around him was still terrifying and ferocious, but these recently deceased souls could only cheer and feel the joy of finally getting revenge for Tsurugi's intention to avenge them.

"Alright, it's your turn. Don't waste your time."

Tsuruga grabbed Sima's hand, preparing to press it against the Bloodhorn Nest, but Sima suddenly regained consciousness at that moment.

Or rather, she realized she could not bear the sin of killing all her fellow villagers, so she had a sudden inspiration.

"I know the coordinates of a larger colony!!!" Sima shrieked.

"I've been there, I've been to those colonies! Their populations are all larger than Mahal's!"

Tsugumi stopped what she was doing, looked at the pale-faced Shima, and smiled.

"That's great! You want to kill a few more Zeonians? I admire you!"

Even with a different style, it's still all about killing! : 131. Use poison gas to kill Zeon!

Sima trembled as she looked at the open door, a door opened through the Bloodhorn Nest created by the hundreds of people on the Emperor Dejin, offering only a brief opportunity.

But more than these mysterious and enigmatic things, what Sima feared was what she was about to do.

"Why me! Why does it have to be me!!!" Sima screamed in despair.

"Zeon made me do this, and now you're making me do this too? What did I do wrong?!"

"You slaughtered one hundred million people on Ishfi Island." Tsugumi smiled, but uttered words colder and sharper than a knife.

"Whether or not someone else gave the order, you did it, and no one can change that fact."

"The person who gave the order deserves to die, the hand that pulled the trigger deserves to die, and don't try to act like you don't know so you're innocent—you all deserve to die."

At this point, Tsurugi couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

He arrived a little late; if he had arrived earlier, he might have been able to bring with him the wronged souls of the billions of people who had also been massacred in the Hardy colony.

Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, all of these wronged souls had already passed away.

Souls in this world do not linger long after death. Although they cannot ascend directly like the new humans, they do quickly detach from their surroundings if there are no other disturbances after death.

This is the rule of the world itself; unless one is a new kind of human with an extremely deep obsession, it is impossible to stay here.

All he could feel was the hatred of the one hundred million innocent souls who had been slaughtered on Ishufi Island.

The targets of this hatred are Zeon and Sima.

“Some might say I have no right to punish the living. But I can, because I am capable, because I can do it, and more importantly—I am the fucking justice!”

Tsurugi placed her hand on Sima's head, and in that instant, she felt everything that Tsurugi felt!

He is a father, she is a mother of two; he is a young man about to marry his childhood sweetheart, she is a young woman about to marry the man she has loved for many years...

Each of these wronged souls has their own story, just like these Geon people.

They might be another Barney, another Aina, or Ramball, or any other good guy in Zeon.

But now they are just lifeless corpses.

When Dongjiang closed his eyes, all he could feel was the constant lamentation and sorrow of the countless Rumu people surrounding him.

They had a brighter future, they had better prospects, and their lives should have been vibrant and exciting.

But now, they have all turned into cosmic dust.

Zeon soldiers stormed into their homeland. These men, who shouted for the benefit of the space inhabitants, tore apart their colony, purged them with gunfire and poison gas, broke into their homes to plunder their wealth, and abducted their people to humiliate and torment them.

Are there good people among them? Yes, with a large enough pool of people, anything can be found, but does that mean the majority of them are damned militaristic bastards?

No one can forgive Geon on behalf of these people.

Even those who left from here, even their descendants who fled, even others—

What a chain of hatred that never ends! For the dead, who have only one life to live, they have the right to give everything they have for revenge!

But they died, tragically and helplessly transformed into lonely ghosts in the universe, becoming wandering spirits in this boundless darkness.

The dead are so powerless, unable to uphold justice or vent their hatred.

They can only hope that the living will avenge them, or watch as the living ultimately choose to compromise for various practical reasons.

That's just how the world is; it's frustrating, but we have no choice. But then Tsurugi came.

He was not a good person, not a kind person, but he would kill. He listened to the voices of the dead, not the living, because no justice is purer than that that which comes from the victim!

From Ishfi Island to Loum, from Side 2 to Side 5

He felt the wickedness of these beastly Zeon, and also experienced the arrogance and stupidity of the Federation—but although Tsugumi had killed many Federation soldiers who had caused him trouble, they were as pure as children compared to these Zeon bastards.

The Federation is indeed the root of all evil, and Tsurugi will deal with them, but before executing the corrupt rotten flesh, the evil beasts that are currently committing atrocities must be dealt with first.

Any sinner who has not embarked on the path of atonement should pay the price for their sins.

Not to mention those who know it's wrong, yet deceive and mislead themselves under the guise of righteousness or other ideals, persuading themselves to continue such atrocities.

Leaders must bear the sins of the people, and the people must also bear the responsibility for choosing leaders.

Even if we take a step back and assume that people who support a country that massacres over six billion people can be forgiven, does that mean that citizens of all regimes in the world can be considered innocent?

There are no innocent people here!

Sensing Lum's hatred, Sima was provoked into letting out a piercing scream; she was almost, no, she had gone mad!

After truly experiencing firsthand the profound and unforgivable sins committed by these self-righteous Zeonians, Sima's soul was shattered.

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger again.

A poison gas bomb was pushed into the Bloodhorn Nest.

The scene switched in an instant.

No one saw the scene of Bloodhorn's Nest or the spatial teleportation. Those who were cursing Dongjiang only saw the sudden change in the scene.

It was in a colony, and people on the streets were cheering, cursing, and hurling insults.

They cheered Zeon's victory, cursed Tsurugi as a clown, and vowed that he would be trampled by Zeon.

But suddenly, they found themselves seemingly appearing on the screen.

Accompanied by a poison gas bomb that was in an activated state, it was thrown down.

Whoosh~~~BOOM!!

They stared blankly at the weapons exploding in the sky above the colony, at the particles that spread and dispersed in the air like white dust.

It's snowing.

Young people, old people, and children all stared blankly at the falling, colorful 'snowflakes'.

They had never seen anything like it before.

The SIDE3 colony is an older model, so there are very few weather systems that simulate the four seasons. This is Colony 9, an early colony satellite, where snow is something that most people have never seen before.

Some ignorant people even laughed and reached out their hands, trying to catch the falling snow.

But soon, they felt suffocated, followed by numbness throughout their bodies, as if they had been given general anesthesia.

Then they will convulse, their skin and flesh will fester, followed by complete collapse, and they will die writhing in a silent wail.

Dongjiang wasn't joking; this wasn't a performance, it was real.

Realizing this, the colonists began screaming and fleeing, instinctively wanting to escape further down, away from the toxic gas.

But they didn't realize that the deeper they went, the more toxic gas would accumulate, and besides, they had nowhere to escape from the colony.

The air circulation system here ensures that not a single bit of the toxic gas entering the space is wasted; after being circulated through the air, it simply continues to permeate the colony.

Soon, one group of living people after another fell down, convulsing, struggling, and dying in agony.

One million, two million, ten million, twenty million

The massive number of people collapsed rapidly, like fields of harvested rice. Tsurugi watched all this with cold eyes, while Sima beside him had gone mad.

He broadcast this scene live without reservation.

How cruel, how heartless, how cold-blooded!

Even those who hated Zeon fell silent or dared not look. And many others began to curse Tsurugi's cruelty.

Humans are empathetic beings after all. Even knowing that this is to be expected, they will still feel repulsion and fear—of course, there are many who curse Tsurugi, and many who cheer for him.

Tsuruga believes that the latter represents the majority of humanity at this moment.

"This is what happened on Ishufi Island and in Loum."

Tsugumi stared expressionlessly at the Zeon people who had been completely slaughtered by the poison gas, at those who were in pain, cursing, and hurling insults, and said calmly.

“You can’t only be there when you’re killing other people, Zick Zeon.”

"Come on, let me pick a few lucky viewers to connect with me online—you're the one."

With a swipe of her finger, Tsurugi quickly cut to a corner of the screen and revealed a person—who turned out to be a famous person.

"Hey, isn't this our Blue Superstar, Rambalar?" Tsurugi said with a smile, spreading her hands.

"How rare! Out of that damned bunch of Zeonians, we've managed to catch a Dakenist. What? Are you being sidelined from going to Loum to slaughter the space inhabitants? Oh, I misspoke, you Dakenists deserve to die too!"

"After all, even though you haven't been to Side 5 and Side 2, you have been to Side 1! And this job of massacre should have fallen to you, but you turned it down."

In other words, this world line is similar to the GTO timeline. Otherwise, he would have been to Loom!

"...Why did you do all this?"

Inside the bar, despite being suddenly pulled out to speak in public, Lanbarar remained calm. He loosened his grip on the glass and said in a deep voice...

He just wanted to know what ideology the person in front of him believed in and why he had committed such a cruel act!

"I thought you would condemn me for targeting civilians, saying I have no morals or something. It seems you also understand that you Zeon people are no longer human."

Tsurugi smiled, shrugged, thought for a moment, and then gave his answer.