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

After giving these people a stern warning, Dongjiang had no intention of lingering any longer.

Using Kruze as a conduit, he prepared to test the waters of a mission for the Holy Son.

It's still the Gundam world, but this time, it's the most popular idol drama in Gundam history—Gundam SEED world!

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P.S.: I've finished filling in the plot holes from UC. I might write an extra chapter about Hathaway in a parallel world later, depending on the situation. The next world is Gundam SEED. I finished it in five days! Please vote!

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704. [Gundam SEED] The Second Generation's Political Judgment Game

"Once war breaks out, Earth's first target will be Julius 7, and there is a considerable probability that they will directly use nuclear weapons."

In the garden of a luxurious mansion in Apulius, the capital city of Plant, surrounded by blooming flowers.

A handsome young man with black hair fiddled with a gleaming piece of metal in his hand, and then uttered words that could only be described as outrageous.

Standing in a circle around him were all extremely good-looking and even more prestigious "second-generation" individuals.

"You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?!"

The white-haired man, clenching his fists and speaking in a volatile voice, was named Yzak Jule. His mother was named Asalia Jule, a member of the PLANT High Council.

"You can't say things like that carelessly, Messiah," a handsome young man with blue hair, whose name, like his, gave off a somewhat effeminate air, said worriedly.

His name is Aslan Zala, and his father is Patrick Zala, one of the twelve members of the Supreme Council and the leader of the radical faction. Therefore, in this world that is highly similar to the UC system, Aslan's status is roughly equivalent to that of Tang Daji, who was just killed and tortured by Tsugumi.

Besides, the green-haired guy is called Nicol Amalfi, and the blond-haired, dark-skinned guy is called Diego Elsman; their families are all upper-class.

And the one who can stay in this circle and spout nonsense—oh, his name at this moment is Messiah Elson, his 'father' is named Moses Elson, the mayor of the city of Fibralius, and one of the twelve members of the Supreme Council.

In short, everyone here is a descendant of the dragon!

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just stating the facts."

Tsugumi put down the psycho-metal in her hand, looking at these 'childhood friends' from her past lives, and thought with amusement.

"Messiah...do you also believe that war is inevitable between PLANT and Earth?"

A gentle, soothing female voice drifted over, and Tsugumi looked in the direction of the voice to see a lovely and charming girl with long pink hair.

At only twelve years old, she was already a head taller than Tsurugi. It's unclear whether it was due to the good adjustments made by the regulator or the fact that girls grow faster.

This one is the Celestial Dragon among Celestial Dragons, Lacus Clyne, whose father is Siegel Clyne, the current Supreme Chairman of PLAN, whose status is equivalent to Zeon Deikun next door.

Hmm... So if that's the case, doesn't that mean Lux has taken Char's place?

Looking at the girl who, despite her young age, was like a fairy, blinking her eyes and pretending to be innocent as she looked at her, Tsugumi could almost easily sense her instinctive ability to read the thoughts of everyone present.

But Tsurugi didn't care, and he didn't have any extra thoughts about this pink-haired girl.

After all, he was well past the age of developing romantic feelings. The moment he was born without a fetus from the incubation chamber of this world, there was only one thing on his mind.

Savior's Mouth!!!

“You say no because you’re Siegel Klein’s son, so of course you should shout for peace. But if you really believe there’s no war, then you’re a singer who’s completely apolitical.”

Tsurugi twirled the metal in her hand, watching the young demon, who was already disguising himself, with great interest.

"But obviously you are not. Miss Lux Klein actually knows a lot of things. You are the most adult-like of all the little brats here, but—you make everyone think you are an innocent idol."

"But that just proves that Speaker Siegel taught you well; you are a natural-born politician."

"I didn't, Messiah, I really didn't..." Lux looked helpless, as if she was about to cry.

In an instant, this aroused the pity of the boys present, who all glared angrily at Dongjiang, especially Yizak, who probably wished he could give him a devastating punch.

"Messiah, you've gone too far!" Aslan frowned, issuing a warning whether as her fiancé or friend.

"Is it excessive? Not at all, it was just a matter of time." Tsurugi put the metal in her hand into a frame and shrugged.

"Okay, I understand that when guys get together, they either talk about women or just masturbate. Since you guys want to masturbate, I'll masturbate with you to the end."

"Question 1: What do you think is the irreconcilable conflict between the adjuster and the natural person?"

"That's because Naturals are jealous of our Coordinators' excellence!" Yzak retorted fiercely beforehand.

"You can interpret it that way if you want," Tsugumi shrugged and smiled.

"However, that is not actually the case. In any case, the technology of the Coordinator is an expensive medical technology, which means that only middle-class and above families can afford even the most basic gene modification. In other words, this technology is actually a product that distinguishes human social classes."

"But the Blue Universe that has been attacking the Coordinators all along is an organization from the Atlantic Federation. They were originally just a small environmental organization. Do you really think that the assassination of George Grein and the subsequent disputes were just an environmental organization?"

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Seeing the kids, except for Lux, mostly exchanging bewildered glances, Tsugumi sighed with a hint of disappointment.

Sigh, although he's also a keyboard warrior kid, he still really dislikes keyboard warriors with no substance—the political literacy of these second-generation kids is truly tragic, and they won't be any better even when they grow up!

"Messiah means that this is actually a conspiracy?" Lux tilted her head and asked.

"If you just look up the organizational structure of Blue Universe online, you'll find that the leader of this environmental organization is named Murta Azrael, but unfortunately, he also has another identity: the head of the Azrael conglomerate, and among the many industries they span, the military industry accounts for the vast majority."

Dongjiang casually opened his personal terminal and showed them the publicly available information, scoffing.

"Throughout history, military-industrial complexes have always used these same methods to seize profits. The Atlantic Federation's predecessor was the United States of America, which made its fortune through war before the CE era. And the government of this country is best at manipulating various extremist organizations to win votes for itself and to divide the lower classes."

Faced with the information presented by Tsurue, these naive keyboard warriors were instantly silenced—their knowledge reserves were completely overwhelmed.

"But many of the Naturals who attacked the Coordinators were civilians!" Yzak retorted, unconvinced.

"Yes, this is a powerful demonstration of their manipulation and division of the people," Tsugumi said with a smile, spreading her hands.

"As I said before, the Coordinator technology is a technology that distinguishes the innate social classes of humans. For the lower classes, if this technology cannot be popularized and made accessible to the general public, it is tantamount to cutting off all their channels for upward mobility."

"In the thousands of years of human history, there was once a country called India, which implemented a national system called the caste system. They divided people into five classes: the Brahmins and Kshatriyas as the ruling class, the Vaishyas as the common people, the Shudras as the servants, and the Dalits as the untouchables, the lowest class."

"They divide people into classes from birth. Guess how long such a country has maintained its rule based on this system?"

"Are you kidding me? How could a country this extreme not experience a revolution?" Nicol said incredulously.

"No, the answer is, they maintained their rule for three thousand years," Tsurugi said calmly amidst their gasps.

“In fact, even within the Eurasian Federation today, people born there still maintain a hidden caste system. This rule is despicable to outsiders, but it does exist, and what natural people feel is that they are about to become irreversibly 'Shudras' or even 'Dalits' in the future.”

He spread his hands and shrugged.

"So do you think they can resist? They might even blame all their frustrations on this. People always need an excuse to vent their dissatisfaction, and this is also the best way to divert internal conflicts and maintain social stability."

“But…they can promote Coordinator technology!” Athrun said.

"You can't change anything, Athrun. Why do you think you're engaged to Lux?" Tsugumi asked teasingly, looking at him and Lux.

"Putting aside the issue of your parents' relationship, the most important thing is that your genes are compatible. This means you can have children normally—don't look at me like that, I'm stating the facts."

He looked at Lux, who was filled with shame and indignation, and Athrun, who was embarrassed, and at Yzak, who was already furious, he grinned wickedly.

"This also touches on the biggest problem for modifiers. In reality, we are all hens that cannot lay eggs. Our genetic modifications and partial genome deletions make it difficult for us to reproduce like natural humans. Without proper gene pairing, there is no possibility of having offspring."

"So, would the ruling class allow such technology to proliferate, turning everyone into a technology that could threaten their rule and that would prevent people from having children, thus leading to an aging population?"

Tsurugi's question once again silenced the kids, and, in a fit of temper, he simply laid it all out.

"Therefore, the conflict between Coordinators and Naturals is a conflict that exists in all social classes. The upper echelons of Earthlings are destined not to become Coordinators because they need to pass on their legacy to future generations, while the middle and lower classes will only be the enemies of Coordinators because they fear a future where they cannot rise."

He paused, a playful look in his eyes.

"Therefore, in conclusion, war is an inevitable, not an avoidable, option. No matter how much we call for peace, humanity cannot resolve the objective facts. Of course, the only possibility is to find an absolutely invincible ruler for humanity. Well, that's about it."

"Then why did you say Julius VII would be attacked by Earthlings?" Athrun suddenly asked.

"You know the origins of PLAN, right? This place wasn't a home built by the Coordinators themselves at all." Seeing that they still wanted to talk, Tsugumi continued.

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"You know the origins of PLAN, right? This place wasn't a home built by the Coordinators themselves at all." Seeing that they still wanted to talk, Tsugumi continued.

"The colony cluster of PLAN located at Lagrange point L5 does not belong to us. Strictly speaking, it was built with funding from the Atlantic Federation, the Eurasian Federation, and the United States of East Asia. In a strict sense, the Coordinators are equivalent to the colonists on the Mayflower."

"So for the past few decades we have been paying off our colonial debts and redeeming the satellites themselves by shipping agricultural and industrial goods to Earth, and of course, that debt was paid off a year ago."

"We want independence, but from the Earth's perspective, this is absolutely unacceptable. Most of the Earth's environment is no longer suitable for farming, and the lack of agricultural products and energy is fatal."

He spread his hands and shrugged.

"So what happens next is all written in the history books. I guess the senators we sent to demand independence will die at the hands of the Blue Universe, and then there will be a meeting or something, but anyway, that will be a good spark to start a war."

"Perhaps a terrorist attack would be enough to render all diplomatic channels between the two sides completely ineffective, and the military-industrial complex would welcome this outcome! They want to fight, and they want to win."

"So what's the most important way to deal with the monster floating in the sky? That's right, use nuclear bombs. After all, it's just a fragile hourglass floating in space."

"Therefore, attacking Julius 7 is imperative. After all, it is the most important agricultural production base of Plant. If we bomb it, we will face a food shortage!"

Engrossed in his conversation, Tsugumi completely failed to notice that his fellow investigators had obediently shut up and lowered their heads.

"In short, I suggest you go back and read some history books, especially the ones about the United States and Israel. The history of the PLAN is almost identical to theirs..."

"Cough cough cough, I still think it's different." A heavy cough came from the side. Tsugumi turned around, and standing there were the Celestial Dragons of PLAN.

Seeing Siegel Klein's strange expression, which seemed quite angry, Tsugumi, who was technically a Kleinist father, still smiled and waved without fear.

"Hello, uncles and elders. Have we finished discussing national affairs? Please don't mind what I just said; it was just a little kid's correction."

“I wasn’t nearly as good at politics as you are when I was little, Messiah,” Patrick said, ruffling his hair with interest.

"So how do you think we should achieve peace, little politician?"

"Throughout history, humanity can find every problem and mistake it has made in its current stage, but people will continue to repeat the same mistakes. History is a patient teacher, while humanity happens to be a student who only learns from mistakes and never forgets them."

Tsurugi looked at Dejin from this parallel world and smiled brightly.

"So, if you ask me how to achieve lasting peace, my only answer is—total annihilation, integration into the power grid, and unlimited Tsukuyomi!"

The scene was completely silent; all the councilors were staring at Tsurugi with utter silence.

After all, they had seen many precocious kids, but none like Tsurugi.

Not only does he know a lot and see through a lot, but he also seems to care about nothing at all.

"Of course, it was just a joke." Tsugumi spread her hands, but looked at her nominal parents with a half-smile.

“I have always believed that there is a true Messiah among us.”