Gundam UC Hunting Time

"But I awakened the power of SEED, which is not on the skill list it provided."

"This is not surprising. According to my research, East Asians have a higher chance of SEED awakening, which is likely related to the particularly high proportion of carriers of specific variants of the MAOA warrior gene in East Asians."

Lin Xingyuan was surprised, and the comments section was filled with affirmation.

I think I've seen a similar study, it was around 77%.

So, did those top-tier combat heroes suddenly unleash their full potential? That's quite convincing.

But this data isn't accurate, is it?

There's no need to get so hung up on the Gundam stuff.

"So don't worry about that. In fact, this is more convincing. Come on, open your mouth."

Durandal gestured for Lin Xingyuan to open his mouth. After taking the sample, Lin Xingyuan suddenly remembered his job and a bold idea flashed into his mind.

"By the way, can't you use genetic research to assess pilot qualifications, like Shin Asuka? Why don't we test those people?" He pointed to the trainees outside and suggested earnestly, "If it works, we can expand this method; wouldn't it be much more reliable than enhancing humans?"

"?"

Durandal looked at Lin Xingyuan with surprise, as if he were looking at his intelligence with new eyes. To be honest, it was a bit hurtful.

"Tsk, is that not allowed?"

"No, it's a great suggestion, thank you."

Durandal laughed. Clearly, this idea would greatly benefit his control of the Augusta Institute. He then called the woman in the suit in and gave her instructions.

“Miss Cornell, please contact the person in charge at the base and notify all the pilots to undergo genetic sampling.”

"Yes, Major."

The woman in the suit obediently accepted the order and left. After Dylandar finished taking the samples, he performed other examinations on Lin Xingyuan. Dylandar, who was beside him, helped out like a little nurse and then received a pat on the head as a reward.

Lin Xingyuan watched with envy and wanted to reach out and touch it, but as soon as he raised his hand, the little girl seemed to sense it and quickly hid behind Durandal—such keen senses showed that her level of new human was very high.

Haha, I'm being mistaken for a creepy uncle.

The comments section was full of mockery of Lin Xingyuan, but Lin Xingyuan just thought they were envious.

Hmph, I'll get my hands on it sooner or later.

He secretly made a mental note of this, pretending nothing had happened to cover up his embarrassment, and asked curiously.

"Speaking of which, why is her hair blue? It's impossible for a normal person to have that kind of hair color, right?"

"This is a marker used in the research, and also a kind of insurance, to ensure that if they manage to escape, they can be identified from the crowd immediately."

Durandal answered while reviewing the form Lin Xing had filled out.

"Oh……"

I'm so damn stupid... Looking at Di's timid appearance, Lin Xingyuan immediately regretted asking the question.

A moment later, Durandal finished reviewing the form, signed it at the end, and then turned it to Lin Xingyuan—this was something that would never have been shown to the test subjects, but the two were allies after all.

"You have a really good eye for people..."

Lin Xingyuan glanced at his assessment result—LV:1 New Human—and felt a strange mix of emotions—a little happy, a little annoyed.

What's pleasing is that the LV:1 rating, while confirming he's a Newtype, isn't high enough to warrant much attention, which is perfect. What's infuriating is that his own level is only LV1, even lower than a little girl's, which is incredibly embarrassing.

After the assessment was completed, the two agreed on how to contact each other, thus concluding their first meeting.

"With Talia Kuradis and Rey as our two carrots, the alliance should be reliable..."

As Lin Xingyuan pondered the relationship between the two, he left the Sky Disc and happened to see the pilot candidates in line, all of them with their sleeves rolled up, extremely excited, completely unaware that this genetic test would determine whether they would pilot a Gundam or a GM.

Afterwards, Durandal took the evaluation results and left by plane, while Lin Xingyuan stayed at the base. Every day, in addition to conducting daily training and testing of the new mecha, he taught the pilot candidates operating skills and carried out tactical research.

As time passed, around July 20, UC0079, the RX-79G Ground Gundam, which used original Gundam parts and was produced on the same production line as the original Gundam, rolled off the production line ahead of schedule and began to be gradually assigned to training camps for pilot candidates to practice timing operations.

On August 1, UC0079, the first batch of mass-produced RGM-79G Ground Combat GM rolled off the production line, and the Federation Forces, which had been fighting for a long time, finally ushered in their own mass-produced MS!

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Chapter 107 The Gift of Death

UC0079年7月31日，吉翁公国军在所罗门‘宙域’进行了新一代宇宙用MS选型试验，最终MS-09R力克大魔击败了MS-06R-2高机动扎古，竞标成功。

At the same time, the Federation Forces secretly launched a space cargo ship to send the RX-78 series mobile suits to the SODE7 colony satellite to begin space testing experiments.

"A gift for my son?"

Timree, who had just returned from the launch site and was preparing to pack his bags and leave Earth in the shuttle, encountered Lin Xingyuan, who had come to visit him.

"Yes."

Lin Xingyuan presented the gift with a smile. It was a Nu Gundam model carefully sealed in an acrylic box, which fully demonstrated his wicked sense of humor and drew cheers from the live chat.

“I made it myself. I heard you have a 16-year-old son? He should like it.”

"Thank you for your trouble, but isn't this a Gundam?"

Timre was touched to hear that it was a homemade gift, but when he saw the Gundam's appearance, he couldn't help but frown and subconsciously looked at a lieutenant officer next to him.

The lieutenant officer was William Camp, the test pilot of Gundam Unit 2, who was also responsible for maintaining secrecy. Looking at the Nu Gundam model in the box, he was somewhat conflicted.

"Captain, isn't this a bit inappropriate? It could lead to a leak."

The model's features are so similar to those of the RX-78 in the test.

"Really? How about I give you a model of Riku the Great Demon, and you tell me Riku the Great Demon's stats?"

Lin Xingyuan asked in a half-joking manner, and William Kemp thought that this made sense. Since Lin Xingyuan had a higher military rank than him, he had no choice but to shut up.

Timree realized he had overreacted, smiled and accepted the gift, then asked Lin Xingyuan.

"Captain, aren't you going back to space?"

"I still have work to finish, and I'm afraid I won't be able to leave until September. So, that's all—"

Lin Xingyuan shrugged, preparing to say goodbye and leave, but seeing that the comments were all about Timre's ending, he couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

"Dr. Timre, be careful when you get to Side 7." Since it involved the fundamental nature of the world line, GM immediately issued a warning, so Lin Xingyuan had to change his tone and say, "I have a feeling that your luck hasn't been good lately, so be careful."

"Fortune?"

Timree was taken aback by Lin Xingyuan's superstition, while Lin Xingyuan looked at William Kemp.

"Also, Lieutenant Kemp, I see a dark aura around your forehead. This is an ominous sign, and it might mean you're in for some bloodshed. Be careful!"

"...Is this the intuition of a new human?"

Because of Durandal's visit, rumors that Lin Xingyuan was a Newtype had already spread in Gabro. He had heard about it, but he didn't believe in such superpower-like things and was instead very disgusted by it.

In his view, Lin Xingyuan, this guy from outer space, was just trying to attract General Reibill's attention with these tricks because he had no background, so as to gain a promotion.

"Just take it as that."

Lin Xingyuan had done his best, so he said no more and took his leave, leaving only Timree and William Camp, who were holding the Nu Gundam model, looking at each other in bewilderment.

A day later, the shuttle arrived at SIDE7. Timree returned to his home in the colony with the gifts. When he opened the door, he saw his neighbor's daughter helping to clean, while his son was tinkering with machinery in his room.

"I'm so sorry, Amuro has been troubling you all this time."

After thanking the girl named Flora Boe gratefully, Timree went into his son Amurore's room.

The long-awaited reunion between father and son was met with little warmth; the son, however, was engrossed in mechanical repairs under the microscope. Timre knew he wasn't a good father and didn't blame his son for his resentment. He simply told his son to take care of himself and not to trouble Flaubert too much before leaving the gift and departing.

After he left, the boy named Amuro looked up from the microscope at the gift on the table and then widened his eyes in surprise.

"MS!?"

Now that it was wartime, young Amuro had naturally seen what Zeon mobile suits looked like on TV. However, compared to the ugly appearance of the Zaku, the mobile suit in the box was obviously much cooler. From its outline to its details, everything about it met his aesthetic standards.

Wow, that's cool! Is it a fantasy mecha?

He picked up the box and examined it closely before noticing the words written on the outside of the box, which he read aloud in a low voice.

"If you're prepared, death won't come for you—a gift to little Amuro Ray by Lin Xingyuan... Lin Xingyuan?"

Amroley felt like he'd heard that name somewhere before, and after a moment he finally remembered—it was the Black Reaper mentioned in the federal news!

Dad knows that person!?

He was first surprised, then delighted, his eyes filled with the models in the box.

What an honor!

This is a gift from a war hero! If Kai and Kobayashi knew, they'd be green with envy!

"Click—"

After the initial excitement, he carefully opened the box and played with the model in his hands. He found the model increasingly exquisite, with all parts movable, and even the cockpit had an opening and closing mechanism.

"It's so exquisitely made!"

He picked up the screwdriver on the table, preparing to open the cockpit, when suddenly he heard Floro's accusatory voice from outside.

"Amuro! Your uncle has finally come back, what on earth are you doing?"

"So long-winded..."

Startled by the sudden sound, Amuro nearly dropped the model. He responded irritably—he thought Flora was great in every way, except that her constant desire to be his mother was a bit much for him. (Commander: Ugh, damn it… he cursed as he left the room.)

"Really..."

While grumbling about his childhood sweetheart, he carefully opened the cockpit, and a storage chip immediately popped out from it.

"what?"

Amuro nimbly caught the ejected chip, examined it in his hand, and then summoned his self-made multi-functional electronic pet, Hello, instructing it to open its mouth and insert the chip.

The next second, Haro automatically read the data from the chip, and a video window popped up. He tapped play, and a group of older women in Federation military uniforms appeared in the video one after another, greeting him with gentle, playful, or amusing gestures. Some winked, some showed off their figures, and some blew kisses, all smiling brightly—they were all pilot candidates entrusted by Lin Xingyuan, causing the hot-blooded 16-year-old boy to blush instantly. Almost instinctively, he clicked pause, looked at the door, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Floro hadn't come in. He quickly locked the door, took out his headphones and tissues, and prepared to enjoy the video. But just as he took off his pants, the scene suddenly changed. The women vanished without a trace, replaced by burning ruins and a one-eyed mobile suit leaping in!

"What the hell!?"

The stark contrast and overwhelmingly oppressive visuals nearly made Amuro throw Haro away, feeling as if he'd been tricked by the Grim Reaper. However, he was quickly drawn back to the content of the image.

This is a battle, and from the first-person perspective of the Black Reaper. The screen shifts constantly as charging Zaku are pierced by machine gun fire, collapsing and exploding. The Black Reaper, meanwhile, moves tirelessly, searching, taking cover, firing, and leaping. The entire scene flows smoothly, like a simple and unadorned combat tutorial, showcasing the brutality of war while also revealing an indescribable beauty of violence.

"That's amazing..."

He stared in disbelief until he came to his senses and counted the damage. He was shocked to find that the Black Reaper had destroyed more than a dozen Zeon mobile suits, tanks, and aircraft in one go. He couldn't help but gasp.

"This is... the Black Reaper!?"

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Regarding the issue of learning computer combat data, it is said that Amuro's combat data was used, but he was probably not the only one. The Federation also sent test units of Gundam and GM to collect combat data at the same time.