Gundam UC Hunting Time

The chains of hatred have been forged, and it's unrealistic to expect one person to change the course of history. Even if Rebil and Tiam survive, they will face an insurmountable problem—where will they find the vast resources needed for reconstruction after the war ends?

Earth has been utterly devastated and exhausted by Zeon's offensive, and its inhabitants, mostly privileged classes, will never forgive Zeon. However, Zeon's national strength was only one-thirtieth of the Federation's to begin with; waging this war has already strained its resources, and defeat means bankruptcy. In the end, these resources will likely have to be paid for by other space colonists—simply because they remained neutral in this war! And neutrality is often equated with betrayal!

People living on Earth will never forgive these space colonists—because all the space colonists who supported the Earth Federation were massacred! Those who remain, whether they acknowledge it or not, are all Zeon's accomplices!

No wonder the Titans, who advocate Earth-centricism, have risen up—this war is not over yet, and new conflicts are already brewing! I'm afraid that even if the remnants of Zeon hadn't thrown satellites down, the remaining space colonists would have risen up because they could no longer bear the oppression.

In that case, Djamitov's idea is understandable.

Perhaps the only solution to this problem is to send everyone into space, but that would require a lot of time and resources…

Durandal looked up at Lin Xingyuan, his eyes filled with pity.

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See if my analysis is correct.

Chapter 105 Show some shame, you vulgar thing!

"What are you doing?" Seeing through the meaning in Durandal's gaze, Lin Xingyuan was a little embarrassed: "Do you think I'm being too simplistic?"

"No, it's just that I think it's too difficult... Do you have a specific plan?"

Durandal shook his head, revealing his signature foxy smile, which immediately alerted Lin Xing.

"This..." He hesitated, but finally decided to tell the truth: "To be honest, no. My background is too low. No matter how hard I try, I can't affect the overall situation. At present, I can only try to improve my combat effectiveness as much as possible, and at the same time try to win favor with the military high-ranking officials, especially Rebil, so that I can do something at a critical moment."

Is that all?

Durandal nodded, tapping his fingers thoughtfully, before asking another question.

"Then why don't you just reveal your identity to Rebil? Isn't that the quickest and simplest way?"

"GM has limitations."

Lin Xingyuan sighed, and Durandal looked as if he had just expected it, then asked again.

"Then you could pretend to be a Newtype and stay by Reibir's side to exert influence at crucial moments, right? You said before that you believed in the existence of Newtypes, and that you even awakened yourself later."

“I’ve considered this route, but it’s still not realistic.”

Lin Xingyuan shrugged. He was a man supported by the live chat; the viewers had already considered various routes, and he did indeed have two opportunities to do so, but—

"Not to mention that the Federation doesn't recognize Newtypes at all, if I do this, I'm very likely to be shot as a Zeon spy. In fact, I recently dealt with a spy who was lurking around Reibill. Just considering my role, it limits me to being active only on the battlefield—at least for now."

“Character setting…” Durandal scrutinized Lin Xingyuan’s face, then suddenly said incisively, “Perhaps that’s true, but actually you don’t believe them at all, right?”

Lin Xingyuan was taken aback when his subconscious thoughts, which he himself was unaware of, were pointed out to his face.

"...You wouldn't happen to be a Newtype too, would you?"

He looked at Durandal with suspicion—because it was indeed true that, apart from Rebil and Tiam, he regarded most of the other high-ranking officials of the Federation as trash, and even 369 was by no means a positive figure in his mind.

Durandal laughed: "To attribute all extraordinary abilities to the new humans is a kind of deification of them. At least in my opinion, the new humans are far from omnipotent."

He stroked Di's hair, his gaze gentle and filled with pity. He paused for a moment before speaking.

"When doing something, you must first have a purpose, then a plan, and only then can you achieve it. As for the third question, you should think carefully about how to do it specifically."

"Ok."

Lin Xingyuan nodded, humbly accepting the suggestion. He then inquired about Durandal's situation and learned that he was currently a department head at Augusta, working in gene testing and drug research—his area of ​​expertise, which he was doing quite well. Furthermore, he had reviewed the Union's materials and had some understanding of enhanced humans and mobile suits, which earned him the appreciation of Colonel Grave, the head of the Augusta Research Institute.

"Grave..."

Upon hearing this name, the comments section immediately began to explode with revelations, mostly demanding his death—this Grave, on the surface a fanatical Rebilite, was actually an ambitious opportunist who, under the guise of researching new humans, secretly eliminated dissidents, built a private army, and committed numerous heinous acts. He was the epitome of scum, only good for wasting his life, even worse than an amoeba.

Lin Xingyuan's eyes lit up, and a plan came to mind. Although he didn't have a specific plan yet, from the perspective of acquiring new and advanced mobile suits and improving combat power, letting Durandal take control of Augusta would undoubtedly be of great benefit. After all, high-end mobile suits such as NT1 were all developed by the Augusta Research Institute.

Even if not for this reason, having the Speaker take charge of Augusta would at least prevent a repeat of the tragedy of creating enhanced humans from war orphans—this person is a genetic expert, he doesn't need to create any enhanced humans, a simple genetic screening can determine the pilot's aptitude.

"what happened?"

Seeing Lin Xingyuan cast a 'calculating look' at him, the old fox Durandal felt very uncomfortable.

“That Grave is no good! Kill him! You take over! Can you do it?” Lin Xingyuan asked in a low voice.

"...If something happens to Director Grave, I am not the only candidate to succeed him."

Durandal answered in a less enthusiastic tone, but his eyes and expression were subtle. Lin Xingyuan, now a new human, immediately realized that he was also plotting this!

He's a real old fox!

“At least you can climb higher, right? I’ll help you.” Lin Xingyuan blinked.

Durandal suddenly laughed, crossed his arms, and looked at Lin Xingyuan with great interest.

"Before we get to that, we need to confirm one thing."

"what?"

“Why do you think I’ll do as you say?” he asked, then his tone became increasingly menacing. “Ultimately, what kind of relationship do we have? Subordinate? Allied? Or something else?”

Lin Xingyuan was taken aback before realizing the problem existed. He immediately opened the control panel and found that the page had indeed changed, with a new option called "Faction".

Currently, the only options are him and Durandal. With a thought, he clicked on Durandal's avatar, and the interface immediately displayed Durandal's basic information. In the most prominent position, there was a favorability chart.

Favorability?

Holy crap! Is my system actually some kind of obscure, useless game system?!

The screen was filled with laughter. Lin Xingyuan checked the favorability rating again—it was marked with the number fifty. He didn't know if it was high or low.

Then there is nothing.

There's no master-servant relationship, nothing more; they're simply on the same side. And judging from the comments and explanations, a character might even defect if their favorability rating turns negative!

What an unreliable system!

Lin Xingyuan mentally complained, but didn't take it too seriously—if a master-servant mode really appeared, the character would become a tool and lose all charm.

GM probably understands this, which is why he made this arrangement.

He exited the faction page and found that he had two more rating rewards: an E, which he obtained from aerial combat, and a C, which he surprisingly obtained from a tutorial mission. That was interesting.

However, now was not the time to draw cards. He closed the page and looked at Durandal.

"We are allies in the same camp, nothing more."

Lin Xingyuan didn't go into too much detail—this was also a way of protecting himself, and Durandal tacitly refrained from asking further questions.

"Is that so? Then I'm all set. Please provide me with as much information as possible about Grave."

"no problem."

Lin Xingyuan immediately told Durandal in detail about the plot involving the Slave Spirit Squad and the EXAM system, based on the prompts in the bullet comments. Durandal memorized everything and formulated a preliminary plan to deal with Grave.

“Once you take office, I hope you can ban Augusta’s modification experiments, especially those targeting children. Instead of wasting money and energy on such inhumane things, we should do something that benefits humanity. There are so many wounded soldiers on the battlefield; we could at least make some prosthetics.”

He suddenly remembered the Psycommu system, which was clearly more promising for medical applications—even in the real world, they've developed prosthetics using brain-computer interface technology, so he wondered what Universal Century was up to.

Oh, right, they also made this kind of prosthetic limb, but they used it for human-stick drivers.

I'll give Io a good beating and kill that Daryl Lorenz!

Durandal patted Di's little head again: "I can guarantee that."

Looking at his gentle side, Lin Xingyuan suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of which, what is your wish? To continue with the Destiny Project?"

If he really went to do that, he would be in real trouble, as he would definitely be attacked by all those clever new humans.

"Don't laugh at me."

Durandal shrugged self-deprecatingly, a nostalgic look unconsciously appearing on his face. This made Lin Xingyuan immediately realize his true desire and understand.

"Oh... it's Captain Talia!? And Lei too?"

For a fleeting moment, Durandal's expression turned somewhat awkward, revealing a vulnerable side.

Lin Xingyuan suddenly couldn't hold back anymore.

Wait a minute! You're the main villain! How can you be thinking about romance?!

Shame on you, you vulgar creature!

Chapter 106 Just Treat Me Like a Narrow-Minded Man

"Just consider me a narrow-minded man."

Seeing Lin Xingyuan's strange look, Durandal simply admitted it directly, paving the way for the subsequent questioning.

"So, how can we revive Talia? And what about Ray?"

He specifically used the word "resurrection," clearly unwilling to accept that he was merely a character in the story.

“If I can get a high-rated battle reward, I’ll have a chance.” Lin Xingyuan explained the card-drawing issue briefly, then asked him with some concern, “But is this really a good thing? Living in such a dangerous world may not be a good thing.”

Durandal simply smiled and said, "Aren't we trying to promote world peace?"

"Okay, then I wish you happiness in advance."

Lin Xingyuan shrugged—basically, he wasn't the type to meddle in other people's business.

Durandal, however, seemed inexplicably excited: "Yes, because this time, we're not Coordinators."

Finally free from the constraints of the Reconciliation Law, he is determined to find happiness with Talia this time!

Hmm... this guy's obsession is too deep, isn't it?

As expected, what you can't have always seems more alluring, and Lin Xingyuan could only cast a pitying glance at him.

Speaking of which, this world actually also has Coordinator technology.

Indeed, one way to enhance humans is through genetic modification; Ingrid 0 and Puru seem to have both undergone such modifications.

Why hasn't it been rolled out?

[Perhaps because those who adapt to this system have difficulty conceiving?]

[It might be a technical issue—the Plu series has inherent flaws.]

After discussing the key issues, Durandal glanced at his watch, then stood up, took out something that looked like a medical kit, unfolded it in front of Lin Xingyuan, and handed him several forms.

"Alright, that's enough of the conversation. Let's get down to business."

"What?"

Lin Xingyuan picked up the form and found that it was a questionnaire survey, with questions that resembled a psychological test.

"Test whether you are a new human."

"Isn't that unnecessary? Can't she sense it?"

Lin Xingyuan looked at Di. With this little girl around, it was impossible for him to hide whether he was a new human or not.

"And if possible, it's best not to reveal that I'm a new human."

Amro is the best example; he certainly doesn't want to be placed under house arrest after the war.

"Given your track record, even if you don't want to admit it, you'll still be suspected. Since the outcome is the same anyway, why not take the initiative?"

Durandal took out the gene sampler, and as he turned it on, he said, "Lin Xingyuan frowned as he looked at the device and expressed his concerns."

"It's different. I've undergone two gene enhancements, and I might continue to enhance them in the future."

"Really?" Durandal paused, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "GM can even do something like this?"

"That's not very scientific, is it? That's why I stopped worrying about the 'first' question a long time ago."

Lin Xingyuan smiled helplessly. To his surprise, Durandal accepted it very easily and even gave Lin Xingyuan a science lesson.

"No, this can be explained scientifically—in a sense, the universe we live in is composed of extremely complex information waves, and GM is obviously able to manipulate and interfere with this information, like you, and even copy and paste, like me."

He suddenly laughed, as if his inner turmoil had been instantly relieved.