Great, we're doomed now!

“My lord, now that you have returned, shouldn’t you consider officially beginning the ‘Pilgrimage of Calamity’?” Agnica asked. “Also, could you inform the ‘Inner Ring’ about your affairs?”

"You are free to inform those you trust." Ye Shou seemed quite casual about it. "The more allies the better... and the same goes for enemies."

"I do not understand what you mean."

"The more the enemy is exposed, the easier it is to cut the Gordian knot. If they get bogged down in a quagmire, that's the worst-case scenario." Ye Shou smiled slightly. "Rats and cockroaches are very good at hiding. It's impossible to drive them all away under normal circumstances, but if an earthquake or flood comes, these guys will automatically come out."

"But what size 'earthquake' are you talking about? While it can eliminate pests, it may also have an impact on the public."

"Therefore, we must carefully control every step... This is now in your hands."

The Legion and the Inner Ring were originally used to guide the revival of humanity and to balance the power of various countries, but it is indeed difficult to maintain the past order in the new era, and it is impossible to be perfect in every aspect.

If all goes well, I will reorganize and reorganize not only the Tower of Babel, but also various forces on Earth and Mars.

"This...is quite a large earthquake."

McGillis said with some concern, "Countries probably won't accept it willingly."

"Of course." Ye Shou chuckled, looking completely at ease.

No matter how authoritative the name "Kusei no Kami" is, he was a person from three hundred years ago. How could someone who could enter the leadership of major forces possibly submit to a "historical figure" who suddenly appeared?

Even if he's been mythologized!

Why was the resurrection of Jesus three days ago?

Even if the sentence is extended to three months, he will still be branded a heretic after he gets up.

Three months is enough time for a new authority to emerge and seize all the power of discourse, something that no one is willing to share.

Ye Shou gained the absolute loyalty of the first Gundam pilots and had the Holy Grail Mark as a legacy, which allowed his influence to extend three hundred years later. But even within the Tower of Babel, there was no monolithic unity, let alone among folk religious sects or even the highest levels of the government.

Normally, Ye Shou would need to restore his authority, prove his identity, and consolidate his position through various means before gradually implementing his plan, which was his original idea.

—Times change.

Ye Shou can sweep across the battlefield with [Bayeli], and even when facing an entire fleet, he has no pressure. He can defeat any opponent in a single game, and as long as he reorganizes the Demon God Legion, he can suppress Earth and Mars.

The only concern is that human society in the interstellar era is too "vast," much like the Hydra Hercules faced, with numerous factions and a mix of ideologies. Ye Shou cannot control the impact this will have on the long-peaceful society.

This wasn't his first time entering the instance. There wasn't a month-long cycle; he could only be active for about twenty days. Once he left, it would give those behind the scenes time to think, react, and prepare a backup plan.

Therefore, it should not escalate into a prolonged upheaval, but rather a brief but profound "revolution" reminiscent of the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

First, cut off the snake's head, then slowly drain the venomous blood!

"By spreading the news of my return, it will soon become clear who the enemy and who the friend are."

Ye Shou's confident smile was devoid of any gloom. The so-called schemers and ambitious individuals he spoke of were nothing more than a rabble—and the key point was that he truly had the right to say so.

McGillis was deeply impressed by this.

Ye Shou had once told him that he had just happened to awaken in this era, and was not the Messiah incarnate, so there was no need to force himself to match the prophecies circulating in the world with his own.

McGillis initially agreed with this view, because at present there was no crisis that could lead to the extinction of humanity, and the biggest conflict was just a "power struggle".

At this moment, McGillis still believed this, but he was no longer so firm in his conviction, and new ideas began to emerge in his mind.

Perhaps the Messiah's role is not only to "save" humanity, but also to "guide" it when it is lost.

-

"Humanity does not need self-righteous 'mentors'! Civilization must be liberated from outdated dogmas!"

The room was dimly lit, with only a faint blue light emanating from the spherical projector suspended in the center, illuminating the deeply lined and faded face of the Farid family patriarch.

With his hands behind his back, his slightly hunched back no longer possessed the robustness he had when he was in the army, but it still exuded the stubbornness and dignity of an old-school soldier.

He nodded in agreement as he listened to the voice coming from inside the projection sphere.

Besides him, many other high-ranking individuals are also participating in this meeting, sharing a common belief and goal:

Save "all mankind" from tyranny!

Whether on Earth or Mars, everyone is bound by an invisible spirit, especially in the field of scientific research, where a multitude of rules and regulations have been established, greatly inhibiting the speed of progress, as if they are imprisoned in a cell and can only see a future the size of a well opening.

Only by overthrowing the Tower of Babel and breaking the spiritual imprint left by Kuseyo and Agnica can human civilization have more possibilities!

As for the head of the Farid family, what he hated most was a series of genetic laws that prohibited research on "immortality modification surgery" and destroyed a large amount of data.

Like most people, he feared death, and this fear intensified as he aged. Even after undergoing life-extending surgery, he could not alleviate his fear, and the existence of the "McGillis" clone was merely a backup plan.

Immortality surgery—that's what he truly desires!

However, as long as the Tower of Babel exists, even if he secretly completes the relevant research, he will not be able to act openly.

The people who participated in the meeting had different reasons, but they were all basically blocked from the future by the Tower of Babel. So even though they were in different camps and some even had conflicting interests, they still united together.

The power they can wield is immense; if the plan goes smoothly, overthrowing tyranny is by no means impossible!

A muffled, processed voice rang out, devoid of any emotion:

"Has the news been confirmed? That person... has really woken up?"

"Ah!"

The head of the Farid family snorted coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Awake? You mean Kuze Ye Shou? Absolutely impossible!"

He took a step forward: "Three hundred years ago, the technology didn't even have decent gene-based life-extending surgery. How could someone relying on a mortal body possibly survive to this day? The person in that cockpit is probably no longer Kuze Ye Shou himself."

"what do you mean?"

"The Cayel family has kept the Temple of Solomon as their private property for so many years. Who knows what they've been doing behind the scenes!"

A moment of silence fell over everyone:

The words of the head of the Farid family were actually an implication that the Cayel family had used Ye Shou's genetic material to create a clone.

Theoretically, it's very possible... but if that's really the case, it means that Kayel holds a very powerful trump card.

Even though it's just a clone that can't be seen in the light of day, [Bayeli] will have a huge appeal as long as he appears in the public eye.

Especially within the legion...

Those pilots who grew up listening to the legends of Gundam and strived to join the Demon God Legion as their dream, let them stand on the opposite side of [Bayeri] and fight against them?

Unbelievable!

The voice in the projection paused for a moment, seemingly weighing its options: "On Victory Day, [Bayeri] did indeed move. That kind of technology and power... can clones do it?"

"It may have already undergone multiple iterations!"

The head of the Farid family said with unwavering certainty: "That old fox Agnica Kayel, and his entire family, have guarded the temple for three hundred years. Do you really think they are devout believers? I don't believe it!"

You've all seen the battle logs from that day; that machine was definitely secretly modified by them and equipped with technologies we don't know about.

Since they dared to operate the royal throne, why not mass-produce clones? With the addition of genetic modification technology, replicating the original human after multiple iterations isn't impossible!

"You mean... the Kayel family has long been preparing to use [Bayeri] for military purposes?"

“Otherwise?” the head of the Farid family retorted, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty. “Kayel and those inner-circle conservatives clinging to their old dreams have reached a dead end. This is the only way they can try to salvage the crumbling authority of the Tower of Babel—but this won’t scare us.”

The sound in the projection paused for an even longer time this time, as if it was processing the judgment.

Finally, with a hint of determination, he said, "In that case, we can no longer give them a chance to breathe. The Tower of Babel... the era of Gundam should come to an end!"

Legions must be dismantled; such military force that overrides the nation should never have existed.

Humanity cannot succumb to violence; freedom is the most precious thing in the universe, and we must defend their free will!

Agreed!

Agreed!

Agreed!

"Just to my liking."

"We have contacted all the families and forces dissatisfied with the status quo within the economic spheres of Mars and Earth. They possess the finest military personnel, even the DNA of the first Gundam pilot, and the latest MS technology... It's time to establish a new order."

"A pragmatic government led by us, one that aligns with the actual interests of all parties, rather than a hypocritical regime that talks about a 'common future for mankind' but is in reality a dictatorship."

"The Cayel clan still controls a large share of the Martian foundry industry..."

"Rest assured." The head of the Farid family interrupted him, his voice lower but more forceful, "Resources, intelligence, troops... our Farid family, as well as the many noble factions within the legion, will provide all the support."

"That makes things simple. There's only one goal: to completely dismantle the conservative forces of the Tower of Babel before the 'Pilgrimage of Calamity' is completed."

Titan… Once 'that' is completed, whether it's a god or a demon sitting inside [Bayeri], they will all be reduced to ashes before true power.”

The light from the spherical projection flickered slightly:

"The new era has no need for the myths of the past—it's our turn to step in."

"For humanity—"

For freedom!

Chapter 262: Nothing New on Titan (Bonus Chapter)

Titan: Saturn's moon.

This satellite is no longer the wild planet shrouded in thick ice as depicted in textbooks. Through continuous modifications, its surface has developed a thin but breathable artificial atmosphere.

Beneath the orange sky lies a vast, desolate, and rugged land, dotted with mountains formed by frozen lakes and pure white snow-capped peaks. The biting winds howl year-round, whipping up fine dust from the ground, making the outdoor environment exceptionally harsh.

Most of the inhabitants live in several sizable colonial cities, which are topped by giant, mushroom-shaped structures that provide magnetic fields to filter cosmic radiation and maintain the communication systems.

Each building adheres to strict construction standards, resulting in modular and homogenized features. A solid foundation partially buried underground is indispensable, while an alloy frame supports the surface, making it almost a city forged from steel.

One of the largest colonial cities, Vulcan, was a heavy industrial area with mining and manufacturing as its lifeline, attracting a large workforce.

The towering chimneys of the smelter relentlessly vented untreated fumes into the orange sky day and night, while the ceaselessly running machines emitted a deep, rumbling sound, like some kind of savage behemoth. Maglev tracks connecting the mines and factories crisscrossed the city's outskirts like giant steel serpents.

Inside the city, the architecture is rugged and practical, the streets are wide to allow heavy vehicles to pass, and the lighting mostly relies on highly efficient (waste-utilized) miner lamps, which illuminate the metal walls, making them appear cold and lifeless.

There is very little sunlight here throughout the year, so most people keep ultraviolet lamps or similar devices at home to promote the synthesis of vitamin D in order to maintain normal metabolism.

However, there are also some "modified humans" who have undergone genetic surgery and can synthesize all the necessary vitamins through their internal organs. Generally speaking, they will never leave Titan for the rest of their lives.

Meanwhile, in outer space, at the airport owned by the Vulcan colonial city, a medium-sized ship bearing the emblem of the Tower of Babel slowly docked at its designated berth.

Its arrival attracted some attention, but didn't cause much of a commotion. For the inhabitants of Titan, the regular inspections of the Tower of Babel were commonplace. Although this time it seemed to be slightly earlier than scheduled, it was within the context of the "Cursed Pilgrimage" period, which was to be expected.

A small shuttle detached from the ship's hull, smoothly entered the atmosphere, and landed safely on the take-off and landing platform on the outskirts of the colonial city.

Ku~~~