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

The abrupt voice shattered the silence, drawing all eyes to the smiling white-haired youth standing before Halbarton, hands in his pockets.

"Hands up, get down on the ground!!!" The surrounding officers almost immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Tsugumi, shouting sternly. However, Halbarton stopped them, looked at Tsugumi, and said in a deep voice...

"You must be Messiah Elson, right?"

"Oh? Where did you get your information? Ugh, I knew it, there are scum mixed in on both sides."

Tsugumi looked at Halbarton with great interest. Just as he had thought, both the Earth Alliance and PLAN had some so-called behind-the-scenes scum infiltrated—Tsugumi was too lazy to investigate this secret.

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Tsugumi looked at Halbarton with great interest. Just as he had thought, both the Earth Alliance and PLAN had some so-called behind-the-scenes scum infiltrated—Tsugumi was too lazy to investigate this secret.

Since we're going to kill them all anyway, why bother knowing so much about them?

"This is all your doing. I don't think you're one of the Coordinators—or even human, right?" Halbarton took a deep breath, disregarding any secrecy, and uttered these shocking words.

“Yes, as you can see, that’s all true.” Tsugumi said with one hand on her hip and a smile.

"So, next, do you need me to tell you about my plans, my ideals, and listen to me finish explaining all my grand ambitions?"

"...What are those red giants you mentioned, those so-called remnants?" Halbarton pressed.

"Those are the products of humanity's failed evolution under the impact, or rather, the shells evolved from the primordial soup after the souls departed," Tsurugi said casually.

"These things have the same effect: humans cannot get close to them. Their souls will be extracted upon contact, and their bodies will decompose. At the same time, they can also purify the Earth's environment."

"You mean evolution, like the Suez Canal?"

“Yes, nothing can be more thorough than that kind of purification, can’t it?” Tsurugi looked at Halbarton and laughed.

"The earth and the sea, the sky and humanity, everything was purified to its state before life was born..."

"Enough! Surrender now!!!"

The adjutant, who had been listening to the riddle for a long time, finally couldn't stand it any longer and shouted angrily before pulling the trigger.

Halbarton was too late to stop it, but the bullet that flew out spun and stopped in front of Tsurugi. He reached out and gently touched the bullet, watching it fall to the ground with a crisp clatter.

"Look, this is why I'm launching an attack to lock you all in those jars." Tsurugi looked at the officers' fierce eyes, her gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Perhaps I truly do hate civilization, I must admit that. I originally wanted to hear your defense of your civilization, but now—"

He glanced at the distant Black Moon and said calmly.

"You have wiped out the last shred of possibility of persuading me with your actions, so just watch from here, humanity, about to become drifters in the universe, witness the moment when your home is hit by the Second Impact."

The next moment, the Black Moon moved.

This enormous and eerie satellite, as if it were a living thing, was slowly approaching Earth under the control of a radiant giant of light.

"Stop it!!!"

Halbarton's expression changed drastically, and he immediately lunged at Tsurugi, while the officers around him pulled their triggers, but no matter how hard they tried, they were blocked by the AT field around him.

"There was a shock once before, and time and space were born at that moment." Protected by the AT field, Tsugumi looked at the people striving forward, a smile both innocent and cruel.

"Once upon a time, there was an impact, and a planet was born after the impact and began to rotate."

“There was an impact before, and life thrived after the explosion.”

"Later, another shock occurred... Death was suspended from that moment."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I'll finish writing SEED tomorrow. This world is mainly just a hook. If I have the chance in the future, I'll either write a separate Super Robot Wars story or drag all the monsters and demons from it into another world for a big mixed-up.

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716. The Black Moon Falls, Completion Achieved

"Fire! Fire! Fire! All fire!!!"

As the Black Moon gradually moved toward Earth, Halbarton completely disregarded his title of 'Confucian General' and, almost in terror, roared out the order!

The moon is about to fall to Earth!

Is there any news worse or more frightening than this?

There's no need to list any rules or explain any physics; the moon falling to Earth is something any normal person understands.

Even if the Earth itself suffers a traumatic attack, it means only one thing to fragile humans and the Earth's ecosystem.

Complete extinction

Stop it! Stop it at all costs!!!

Pale green particle beams and high-energy lasers, accompanied by a barrage of anti-ship missiles, hurtled toward the approaching behemoth. However, everyone knew that this was the most ridiculous and futile resistance.

More missiles and ballistic missiles were launched from the lunar surface, and even nuclear weapons were launched.

And it is clear that these nuclear bombs do not even have the ability to detonate.

The neutron jammers planted on Earth equally sealed off all nuclear weapons within the Earth sphere. These weapons, which they had once used to annihilate Junius 7, were rendered useless after being launched.

Moreover, they couldn't get close at all.

Before the missiles arrived, the wreckage on the Black Moon raised their headless bodies, releasing a large amount of AT fields amidst their voiceless yet soul-shaking wails!

The numerous overlapping, chaotic, and solid positions blocked almost all missile and high-energy laser bombardments, preventing their attacks from even reaching the Black Moon!

"Launch all the missiles! Launch them! We must exhaust their energy here!"

Halbarton roared as he issued the order, while simultaneously commanding his flagship to charge forward and repeatedly attempt to attack the same area of ​​the Black Moon.

"It's no use~~~" Tsurugi's voice came from the side, gentle to cruel.

"Even if you break the AT field, how can you shoot down the Black Moon? That thing is only one-third less massive than your White Moon."

Yeah, how could that be?

Even if humanity had used all its weapons and technologies to the fullest extent, would that be enough to shoot down the moon?

"Please, don't do this! Don't do such a thing!"

Halbarton knelt on the ground, abandoning all dignity as a Union soldier, the old soldier clutching Tsurugi's hand and pleading desperately.

"Please don't exterminate humanity! There are still so many innocent people among us!"

"Extinction? Why do you think that?" Tsurugi looked at him, tilting her head as she asked.

“I have repeated this many times: I am not killing you or hurting you. On the contrary, I am saving those among you who are worthy of saving.”

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. As long as things get done, you'll understand eventually."

Having said that, Dongjiang lost interest in telling riddles and slowly disappeared like pieces of paper scattered in water.

At that moment, people on Earth undoubtedly saw the ever-growing black moon.

Fear, excitement, doubt—a mix of emotions filled the Earth Alliance forces. Meanwhile, Azrael, the blond-haired chairman who had been dragged from his sleep, looked at the approaching moon overhead and almost immediately raised a finger.

"Plant! Plant! Plant!"

His first instinct was to shift the blame to the Coordinators.

But then Azrael realized something was wrong. If this thing was dropped by a Coordinator, wouldn't that mean—

Are they all doomed to perish anyway?

Azrael's face turned green. The entire upper echelon of the Earth Union, whether it was Logos, who claimed to be the mastermind behind the scenes, or the high-ranking officials of the countries that had tacitly agreed to or actively participated in the dismantling of the United Nations and the establishment of the Earth Union a few months ago, were making phone calls everywhere in despair and fear.

Can anyone figure out what that moon that's about to fall is? Who made it? Is it a plant?

Where are their weapons? Fire! Shoot the moon down!

What? Our nuclear weapons are useless? Then launch missiles, launch beams, use whatever you have!

Futile resistance is meaningless and only makes them a laughing stock—in fact, they can't even muster the basic courage to resist.

After all, without guidance, they didn't even have the ability to control the missiles they launched to hit their targets. Instead, they killed a large number of people themselves before the moon fell.

As the Black Moon drew ever closer, chaos reigned on Earth. People fled in droves like headless flies, while the powerful and wealthy immediately retreated to their pre-prepared underground shelters.

At that very moment, a white-haired boy appeared before everyone's eyes.

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At that very moment, a white-haired boy appeared before everyone's eyes.

“There’s no need to be afraid, no need to be terrified,” Azrael said with a smile, looking at the boy before him.

"The fall of the Black Moon will completely purify this planet, and your souls will return to a place of purity."

"Did you do this? You did all of this?!" Azrael screamed hysterically, trying to grab the boy.

Without a doubt, he missed his chance, watching the boy continue speaking.

“You once sent destructive fire to the people of heaven, you brought war, and thus famine and disease, and now I will bring you death.”

"Are you a PLAN Coordinator? Is this their weapon?" Some of the old men who not long ago smugly proclaimed themselves the masters of the world, the masterminds behind the wars, were here...

"Whatever your request, we can fulfill it!" an elderly man, whose wealth could almost buy a large country, said confidently.

"This has nothing to do with personal grudges." Tsuruga had no intention of paying any attention to these people, and he truly hadn't listened to a single word of their nonsense.

After all, he was disgusted by these capitalists enough, and listening to their nonsense was pointless except for polluting his ears.

"This is merely my redemption and love for you," he said with a compassionate expression.

The Black Moon was now incredibly close; it was no longer the moon, but rather a sparkling, glittering fireball falling from the sky!

Extremely beautiful and dazzling, perhaps human civilization, like it, will perish in a fleeting moment of brilliance, just like fireworks.

"We can talk it over! Everything is negotiable!" Azrael pleaded, lying on the ground. At this moment, he had lost all sense of human pride.

"We will no longer invade the Coordinators! We will no longer start a war! Please stop them!"

"You wouldn't do that, you madman!!!"

"Do not be afraid, therefore you need not fear the darkness. The demise of the body is not the end of everything. Your souls will be judged and cross the shore of dreams. Now, the time to feast has come!"

The boy spoke in a language they couldn't understand at all, but this incomprehension was like a lifeline to these desperate people.

"He is God, he is the God who leads us to a new world!!!"

Countless people fervently proclaimed the boy as their god, God, Allah, Buddha, or something else entirely.

When the overwhelming fear of reality engulfs everything, and reason and philosophy fail to save people, emotion and faith take absolute sway at that moment.