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After shaking the wrench in his hand slightly, feeling the familiar touch, Ross walked towards the prototype psychoframe in the cockpit.

"Alright, alright, let's not waste time here. The program has been backed up and completely deleted. All that's left are these few mental skeletons." To prevent his wings from hitting Ross in the face, Big Harrow flapped only one wing. "When you're done, go pick up some trash and get a communicator. I don't want you trying to survive in the wilderness."

"Survival in the wilderness is impossible. This is Orb's territory. Orb's warships might have arrived." Ross skillfully removed a piece of the psychic skeleton, wiped the dust off it with his sleeve, and stuffed it into the pocket of his driving suit.

After all, these mental skeletons are only the size of a palm and don’t take up much space. It’s like having four mobile phones in your pocket.

Big Harrow was chattering on the side, seemingly still a little shocked by the fact that his executor had just escaped death.

"Do you know that after receiving the money, I have been adjusting the production line non-stop to help you make the body frame? Why do I have to work overtime even after coming here?" Although Big Hello was just muttering like a grumble, Ross could clearly feel that Big Hello hated the idea of "overtime".

"I understand. I won't be so adventurous in future battles." Ross could only comfort Big Harrow and stuffed the last piece of the mental frame into his pocket.

"...Forget it, you better not change. You're my executor after all, so who else can I side with if not you?" Dah Luo's wings fluttered in mid-air before returning to their original position. "I can only work harder. It's such a hard life."

Although it was tempting not to have to work overtime, Dahello would definitely not forgive himself if Ross's change in fighting style ended up being tied up and put him in a life-or-death crisis again. After a brief moment of careful consideration, Dahello accepted the fact that he might have to work overtime.

It’s better to work overtime occasionally than to work overtime all year round, right?

Rhodes threw the wrench back into the small bag, took out a pistol from it, checked its condition, and put the small bag on his back.

The auxiliary pistol, also known as the "little helper", although the name contains the word "auxiliary", its power can easily open the skull of an adult black bear.

"Let's go pick up some trash." Rhodes began walking towards the wreckage of Shambro, facing the setting sun. "I start with a gun, and I'll have to pick up all the trash."

"Don't we start with one man and one dog, and have to pick up all the equipment?" Big Hello seemed to like this atmosphere. He swayed on Ross's shoulder, but still stayed firmly on Ross's shoulder without falling off.

"Where did we get the dog here?"

"Then I'll play your dog now? Woof woof."

“…No, man, it’s really not that bad.”

……

Only when Ross walked in front of these mechanical wreckages could he recall the shock he felt when he stood at the feet of the Jegan-A and looked at the machine that was created by his own hands.

Even though the steel behemoth of mankind has a broken body, it still has a unique beauty.

Ross carefully surveyed the area with his auxiliary pistol in hand. After stepping over a piece of Dean's debris, Ross saw the Duel Gundam that had been blown to pieces.

Apparently, the Duel Gundam took the Zesta's self-destruction head-on, exhausting its battery power before it could save the cockpit.

"Hello, I'm going to go take a look over there." Looking at the dilapidated Duel Gundam, Ross raised his auxiliary pistol and walked towards the wreckage of the Duel Gundam.

"Don't worry, I will cover you." Big Harrow extended a mechanical claw from under one of her wings, with a faint flash of electric light on it. Obviously, she had installed an electric shock module.

Ross skillfully climbed along the gap in the Duel Gundam's armor and reached the cockpit.

Looking at the closed cockpit in front of him, Rhodes scratched his head and walked around in circles, trying to find the emergency door opening device.

Fortunately, as a machine sharing the same architecture as the Strike, the Duel's emergency door opening mechanism was located in the same location. Ross easily found the flap and pulled the wrench hidden within. As the internal mechanism operated, the Duel's cockpit opened.

Ross expertly raised his gun and repeatedly swayed towards the cockpit, trying to prevent the pilot from firing. But after more than ten minutes of battling the air, not a single sound emerged from inside. Faced with this situation, Ross and Big Haro exchanged a glance, then poked their heads out from either side of the cockpit to take in the scene.

A driver in a red uniform was lying on his seat with his head tilted. He seemed to have fallen into a coma due to the impact of the Zesta explosion.

……

"Kuang... kuang... kuang..."

The sound of some metal being struck echoed in Isaac's ears, making his originally calm expression become ferocious.

Finally, when Isaac's patience had reached its limit, he subconsciously sat up, took off the helmet on his head, and threw it in the direction of the sound.

"Can't you let me sleep, you bastard?"

The scene seemed to have fallen into a period of calm, and Yitzhak, who had just come back to consciousness from his coma, realized the situation he was in.

Izak was still wearing his pilot's suit, his left hand bound by a makeshift chain made of steel found somewhere, fixed to the Duel Gundam.

Although Yitzhak's activities could be guaranteed, it was impossible for him to get the weapons and equipment that Ross had placed far away. The only things within his reach were the fire for warmth and a blue Harrow.

Why does this Haro have black circles under his eyes? Is it some kind of dark eye circle makeup?

Isaac checked the chain on his left hand and couldn't help but frown. Without tools, it would be difficult for him to pry the chain open, at least not secretly under Rhodes's nose.

And this person who locked himself...

Yitzhak looked up and saw a young man wearing a white pilot's suit with a few red accents. He was holding a wrench, and he must have been the one making the metallic knocking sounds.

But after seeing the familiar logo on the young man's white driving suit, Isaac's eyes became sharp.

"Eat! The battle is over, temporarily." Ross casually pulled out some preheated rations and tossed them to Isaac. "I declare that your treatment here complies with the Geneva Conventions for Prisoners of War."

"The Geneva Convention... what a clichéd clause, 'Cub,' you don't have to humiliate me like this." Yitzhak instinctively reached out to catch the bag of self-heating rations, lest the scorching packaging hit his already disfigured face. "Wouldn't it be more in your interest, as the Adjuster, to simply kill me, while you're willingly acting as a natural person's lackey?"

"I see... I share the same opinion as that Desert Tiger Andrew." Ross ignored Isaac's sarcasm. After all, their judgments were far from the truth. "Let me correct one thing first. I am a natural person through and through. At least for now, that's the case."

"Also, contrary to what you think, I didn't volunteer to fight for the Earth Army. This was just a deal." Ross raised his head, met Isaac's angry gaze, and said calmly, "You destroyed Heliopos, where I lived. The Archangel can take me back to Orb, and I will protect their safety during this time. It's fair."

"Just for this reason, you just casually joined in..." Yitzhak seemed to want to say something, but the anger that erupted like magma was at his lips and he was at a loss for words. "You killed so many of our companions, and you think you can use this as an excuse to justify yourself?"

Ross narrowed his eyes slightly, and Yitzhak felt that the atmosphere at the scene had changed from calm to the foreshadowing of a storm. Then Ross put down the wrench in his hand and turned to face Yitzhak.

"I'm not trying to excuse myself. Of course I admit that I shot down those machines you mentioned." Ross took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "But your hands are stained with the blood of many Earth pilots, right? Why do you still ask such a question?"

"Why would you get on a machine and pull the trigger if you don't accept the possibility of being killed by someone else in the future?"

"...That is for victory in the war, so that the Adjusters can live in a peaceful future." Yitzhak opened his mouth, but could only utter this empty declaration.

"A peaceful future? Haven't you figured it out yet?!" Ross suddenly rushed over to Yzak, grabbing him by the collar with both hands. His eyes seemed to burn with a fire as he looked at Yzak. "You, who use clone troopers as weapons of war, will only continue this war endlessly, just like Blue Cosmos!"

"Then tell me, how do we end this war?" Isaac wanted to fight back, but he was too hungry to take any effective action. He could only ask back, "Now, only one side can survive between the naturals and the adjusters!"

"Then let this world have no natural persons or adjusters."

Rhodes' words caused the scene to fall into silence, leaving only the crackling sound of wood burning in the flames.

And Big Harrow was standing by, observing the confrontation with great interest.

----split line----

PS: Today’s update.

Who said yesterday that narrative is like a layer of pork jerky on armor? You are truly a genius.

Volume 53: Chapter : As long as the most waaaagh person duels, they can understand each other.

Amidst the wreckage of the machine, Ross and Isaac faced each other, or rather, they were in a stalemate because neither could convince the other.

"You bastard..." Yitzhak stood up and clenched his fists. "You are still spouting such empty words at this point. Are you trying to fool me and my companions who died because of you?"

Then, Isaac strode forward quickly, and with his right hand, which was not restrained by the chain, he punched Rhodes in the face.

"Stop looking down on me, you bastard!"

Rhodes didn't dodge, but took the punch with his cheek, and was knocked back slightly by the punch.

Perhaps his body's strength was no longer the same as before. Although Isaac tried very hard, Rhodes did not feel the severe pain he had imagined.

"Fool? I'm talking to you seriously, you idiot!"

Then, Rhodes swayed slightly, regained his balance, swung his right arm, and hit Isaac in the face with a powerful right hook.

Isaac just reached out to grab Rhodes' collar, but Rhodes used a shoulder throw at a clever angle and threw Isaac to the ground.

The two men wrestled on the ground, punching each other.

Both Rhodes and Isaac knew that relying on their verbal skills would not convince the other party to understand their ideas. So, they both chose the same option: find a reason to fight.

Whoever has the bigger fist will be the boss.

"Ah!" Isaac yelled, and with the thought of "I must beat this guy", he punched Ross in the face with his fist.

"Waaaaaagh!" After hitting Isaac's fist with his face, Rhodes subconsciously let out a green-skinned yell, as if some switch in his body was activated, and his hands began to hit Isaac's face.

It’s a pity, it would be better if the person fighting with me now was Char.

Inexplicably, this thought suddenly appeared in Ross's confused mind as he was struggling with Isaac on the ground.

As if sensing Ross's thoughts, the search and rescue team had noticed the commotion, or perhaps received a signal from Ross's improvised survival beacon.

A jeep emerged from the jungle and drove towards the two people who were struggling.

"Rods!" Cagalli, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the jeep, stood up subconsciously as she watched Ross struggling with Isaac.

The man driving the jeep was none other than Rambo, the man who had always been with Cagalli during the desert era. He had changed his tough exterior and donned a formal Orb military uniform.

"Redonier, drive faster!" Cagalli turned her head and said the real name "Rambo".

"Cagalli, hold on tight." The man named Leonir nodded, and the jeep he was driving began to accelerate.

Ross and Izak, locked in a fierce exchange of blows, paid no attention to the approaching Cagalli and the others. They continued to roar with their powerful fists, striving to gain understanding with their opponents.

Finally, Isaac found the right opportunity, kicked Rhodes away, and stood up tremblingly.

"Tsk...you...are a real monster." Isaac took two sharp breaths. His cheeks were swollen from being hit continuously by Rhodes, and the stinging sensation caught Isaac off guard.

Even though Isaac, as an adjuster, had excellent physical fitness, his body had reached its limit under the dual impact of Rhodes's fierce "Waaaaagh Fist" and his own attacks on Rhodes.

I believe that as long as this final punch is delivered, the outcome of this battle will be decided.

"Huh... Huh... You're no less capable than me." Rhodes also got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his broken mouth, and was ready to punch.

Although he seemed to have been beaten badly, for some reason Rhodes' condition became better and better as the fight went on. Although he was a little tired, he was not yet exhausted.

At least it's no problem to fight with Yitzhak for a whole day.

"The only thing I don't want is for you to say that." For some reason, Isaac suddenly wanted to laugh, and despite the stinging pain, he showed an ugly smile.

"I will be the winner this time!" It was as if some kind of power surged out of Isaac's body, and Isaac strode towards Rhodes.

"Heh, I should be the one saying this!" Rhodes also smiled and walked forward in the direction of Isaac.

Two meters, one meter... we have reached the optimal attack distance!

Isaac stepped forward, twisted his waist, and used all his strength to throw a heavy straight punch at Rhodes with his long-prepared right hand!

"Hmm!"

Rhodes was not willing to be outdone. He stretched out his hand, swung his waist, and drew an arc in the air with his right hand, then punched Isaac in the face with a powerful punch.

"Waaaaagh!"

Almost at the same time, both sides' fists hit each other's cheeks, knocking each other to the ground.

At this moment, the jeep had just braked suddenly not far away.

"Rhodes!" Before the jeep came to a complete stop, the anxious Kagalli jumped out of the car and ran towards Rhodes.

"Ha...ha...ha..." After recovering a little, Isaac, who felt that he had used up all his strength but still couldn't lift his arms, breathed heavily.

As if accepting the final result, Isaac relaxed and let the night wind, with the warmth of the campfire, blow over his swollen face.

"Waaaaagh!" Suddenly, Rhodes, who was lying on the side, turned over, supported himself with his hands, and stood up.

"Stop screaming! It's killing me!" Isaac said impatiently, enduring the pain. "I'm so annoyed that I lost to you again!"

But in his current state, the only thing he could do was lie on the ground and say a few words.

"Ha... Have you ever won against me since we met?!" Ross turned around and looked Isaac in the eye. "I always got beaten by you."

"You win, so whatever you say makes sense." Isaac dropped his usual stubborn demeanor and calmly gazed at the starry night. "I'm just a mercenary... why do you keep thinking about something so far away that it's at least a hundred years away?"

"If we wait until things become the worst before we do anything, then we won't be able to do anything." Rhodes staggered and finally chose to sit on the ground.

Putting his hands on the ground and leaning back, Ross raised his head and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky.

"Besides... I made a promise with someone to change the world for him to see."

"Heh... then don't die." Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, Isaac laughed. "The stars... this is the first time I've looked at them so quietly... they're so beautiful."

"You... that talk of an end to the war and a peaceful future... I'm kind of looking forward to it."

……

"It's... tragic."

Although she had expected it, it was only when Erica set foot on the island ravaged by Shamburo that she could feel the intensity of the battle up close.

Especially after seeing the huge wreckage of Shambro, she began to wonder whether Orb's M1 Heretic could defeat it and how many machines would be needed to destroy it.

"But... according to common sense, with a jet of that intensity, there should be traces of intense burning here." Erica turned her head to look at the ground, a little confused. "What are those red flames? Why aren't there any?"

As a materialist, Erica naturally didn't believe in supernatural powers. Rather than believing that Ross used some unknown energy to propel Zesta, she was more inclined to believe that Zesta activated a backup hidden energy source and used some new type of propellant.