Great, we're doomed now!

He looked around, his gaze becoming serious: "Lord Ye Shou has entrusted the final decision-making power to the twelve of us. The legion's power is too great. We must establish a stable mechanism that can represent the interests of all parties while ensuring that the legion's purpose is not distorted."

What we need is a balance—one that can safeguard peace without becoming a new source of oppression.

Next, I will read aloud the 'Inner Ring Rules' established by that great one, concerning the responsibilities and obligations of these twelve positions, as well as the issue of future succession.

...After a long while, Agnukka stood up, and the others followed suit.

"The first assessment of the inner ring road has been completed."

Remember our pledge today, remember the responsibility we bear. A new era for humanity has just begun, and we must ensure it does not slip into darkness again.

"For the glory of the Legion—"

"For the will of Kuze!"

The spacious, towering hall was unusually quiet. The pilots who had come on a "pilgrimage" had already left; they were the last group of people permitted to come and pay their respects to Ye Shou that day.

At this moment, only the gentle flow of water along the meticulously designed channels nourishes the lush, low-lying plants on both sides of the hall. Soft sunlight streams down from the dome, making the entire space bright and spacious, like a church built in a pure white garden.

In the center of the hall is a raised platform with a simple structure.

The silver demon king, Bayeri, sat quietly on his metal throne. His body, weathered by war, had been carefully cleaned and maintained, and gleamed with a cold and majestic light.

It is both a symbol of power and a collection of beliefs. All Gundam pilots who come here are filled with fighting spirit, as if no obstacle is worth mentioning.

Because the throne of this Gundam No. 001 was forged from the core components of M·A!

This constantly reminds them that Gundam is a weapon that can save humanity!

Tap, tap...

Agunica's footsteps echoed on the polished floor, breaking the tranquility.

He walked over alone, his gaze immediately drawn to the figure on the high platform—

Ye Shou stood there, his back to the entrance, his head slightly tilted back. He did not appear in front of anyone, yet it was as if he had never left this place.

His figure remained upright and admirable, but in the current atmosphere, it exuded an indescribable aloofness and... a sense of ethereal uncertainty as he was about to embark on a long journey.

Agnica stopped in his tracks, not immediately approaching. He watched Ye Shou's retreating figure, his Adam's apple bobbing, a complex mix of emotions churning within him.

Finally, he spoke, his voice trembling slightly, yet standing out clearly in the spacious hall:

Are you... leaving?

This question, though direct, is filled with barely suppressed sorrow and fear.

Ye Shou slowly turned around, his smile as calm as ever, tinged with regret and apology, and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

He looked at Agnukka, the man who had followed him from the beginning and had now become a pillar of the legion and the new government.

"Now that the seeds have sprouted, their future growth should be entrusted to the land, to the sunshine and rain, and to... the people who live on this land themselves."

“But without you…” Agnucca said urgently, her voice choked with emotion, “can we really manage? There are still divisions within the Alliance, the trust between Earth and Mars is not yet solid, and the ghosts of the old era still linger in the shadows… We need your guidance!”

"A civilization cannot rely on a 'savior' forever."

This may be a rugged road, with disagreements and setbacks, but it is your own path.

Ye Shou's voice carried a calmness that left one speechless.

Agnica pursed her lips, her voice bitter: "...I understand."

Seeing him like this, Ye Shou also felt a little sad. After all, the two had spent a year together, and this was probably the last time they would see each other.

So he paused, then added, "[Bayeri] will be the last line of defense, a guardian."

It won't interfere with your progress, but when a real crisis strikes, when your choices are about to lead to utter destruction... it might be activated again.

"You mean!"

As Agnukka listened, he suddenly looked up, his face beaming with immense joy.

Ye Shou is not abandoning them, but protecting the future of humanity in a grander and more profound way!

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by determination.

They solemnly performed the legion's highest salute to Ye Shou and to [Bayeli].

"I understand, sir."

Ye Shou nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the silver demon god who had fought alongside him for a year. His figure appeared somewhat hazy in the beam of light shining through the dome, as if he might merge into the light at any moment.

"...Let me have some time alone with [Bayeli]."

"Yes."

Agnica, realizing that Ruri and Lucy had both disappeared, gazed intently at Ye Shou's retreating figure, closing her eyes and opening them again with a sense of relief.

"Thank you, sir."

Chapter 194: His story ends here (4K)

[Private Diary - Agunica Cayeru]

Access Permission: lord

June 11, 7th year of the Restoration Era

The core topic of today's "Tower of Babel" meeting was the vote on the final draft of the Nuclear Arms Reduction and Destruction Convention. The atmosphere in the meeting room was more somber than I had expected.

Representatives from major countries around the world wore stiff expressions. This is understandable, as asking them to voluntarily hand over their most valuable "ultimate insurance" would be tantamount to cutting off their own arm, even in an era that advocates unity and peace and strives to heal wounds.

That esteemed person once said:

Fear breeds violence, and violence, when accumulated to its extreme, leads to the self-destruction of civilization. The so-called arms race is like running a marathon while coughing up blood.

These nuclear and biological weapons are less a shield to protect nations and more a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of all humanity. One of the root causes of the M·A tragedy was the out-of-control arms race.

In order to realize that person's ideal, these extermination weapons must be strictly controlled.

Opposition and skepticism continue to emerge. Some have subtly referenced the old-fashioned "nuclear balance," while others worry that regional conflicts will spiral out of control once deterrence is lost.

Of course, the convention was eventually adopted.

But it wasn't out of their own free will; rather, they knew that under the watchful eyes of [Bayeri] and the Demon God Legion, they had no other choice.

However, seeing the slightly trembling hands of those representatives as they signed their names, I felt no joy... Could this "forced" peace truly transform into a lasting order?

Well... perhaps only heaven knows.

-

June 2, 12th year of the Restoration Era

A report from Mars has left me feeling heavy-hearted.

The problem of misuse of "Alaya-vijnana" is far more serious than we anticipated.

Originally developed to enable humanity to fight against M·A, it was inevitable that the technology would become popular in society as its value was proven time and again.

In order to mass-produce astronauts and pilots and improve the operational precision of specific industrial MS, many companies have begun research in this area.

Some private mining companies, in pursuit of extreme efficiency, recruit unemployed young people and subject them to brutal or even illegal Alaya-vijnana surgeries, "connecting" them to high-load industrial MS.

The result was disastrous:

Permanent nerve damage, mental breakdown, or even becoming a living CPU and dying from overwork in the cockpit.

Technology itself is neither good nor evil, but human malice is unfathomable.

The "Human Continuation Protection Conference" unanimously passed the "Alaya Consciousness Control Law." From this day forward, all Alaya consciousness modification surgeries must be performed in hospitals designated by national institutions (including the Tower of Babel) that possess top-tier medical and ethical review qualifications. All eligible individuals must be registered and subject to long-term tracking and protection.

The arrival of a new era is by no means intended to allow such dirty dealings to flourish.

If this world were to revert to the era of the Moabite Register, using the sacrifices of others as stepping stones, then the blood of many heroes would have been shed in vain.

-

June 10, 41th year of the Restoration Era

After decades of research, humanity has finally achieved a landmark breakthrough in the field of targeted gene optimization.

The new generation of children are born with greater radiation tolerance, lighter yet stronger bone structures, and nervous and metabolic systems that are better adapted to long-term space travel. Even more surprisingly, preliminary data shows that the nervous systems of these children are generally more compatible with the Alaya-vijnana system than the average level of older humans.

This means that they may be able to pilot MS more safely and efficiently in the future, and even explore deeper into the universe.

But along with the joy came hidden worries. During lunch, I talked with several members of the inner circle, and everyone realized the potential risks.

In nature, the phenomenon of survival of the fittest always exists. Will new humans, who are more adapted to the universe, clash with ordinary people who adhere to their original genes?

Technological progress should be for the benefit of all mankind, not the seed of division... It seems that Master Kuze mentioned a similar situation, but I have forgotten how to solve it. I must go and look up the records from back then.

...I hope I still have enough time.

-

June 1, 50th year of the Restoration Era

The genetic defects of the new generation have been proven to be irreparable, and the rampant modifications of yesteryear have backfired... I should have stopped them.

My lord... I don't want to write much today.

-

June 30, 78th year of the Restoration Era

Early exploration teams on Titan have sent back exciting news, not only about ice and organic matter, but also about the discovery of rare superconducting minerals and a unique half-metal in deep geological structures.

This mineral could be revolutionary for the miniaturization and energy transfer efficiency of next-generation Yahab reactors.

The Inner Ring has authorized the formation of its first "Titan Expedition," with members selected jointly from Earth and Mars. This will be humanity's largest deep-space exploration operation since the end of the Calamity War.

-

One evening, an elderly man in a wheelchair was pushed by a middle-aged man with blond hair and came alone to the throne room.

The massive Bayeri remained silently seated on the central platform, its armor, with its cold, hard lines, gleaming in the dim light. The old man gazed up at it, speechless for a long time, his expressionless face revealing nothing of his thoughts.

All that could be heard was the low rumble of the air purification system, the gurgling of water, and the old man's slightly heavy breathing, all intertwined to make the night feel very oppressive.

Agnica's grandson, the blond middle-aged man, waited patiently. He knew that his grandfather's silence was not indifference, but rather a sign that he was weighing his options.

Feeling that the time was almost up, he finally spoke up: "There is a sentiment among the public that the 'Tower of Babel' is meddling too much, especially in the area of ​​genetic modification."

"..."

"They think that since even optimized genes that adapt to the universe can be artificially edited, why can't we go a step further?"