Great, we're doomed now!

Capital these days is truly getting worse with each generation...

"Let's begin then, stick your head over here." Ye Shou gestured with his glasses.

"Alas!"

The man immediately reacted, not believing it was some kind of brainwashing device at all, but rather thinking it was some newly invented execution instrument.

"Calm down, calm down! You're an assassin sent to silence me, aren't you? Don't be impulsive, I'll give you double!"

"Silence them?" Ye Shou raised an eyebrow.

"I won't leak anything. I've never had any contact with anyone from the Tower of Babel in private, and I've completed all my missions... I've done a great job, enduring so much hardship in this godforsaken place for so long. The organization can't treat me like this!"

"...What organization?"

"We've finally waited for this moment... the plan is about to begin, and you're just kicking us while we're down!"

The man, Olga's boss's boss, was now collapsing like a desperate porcupine.

"At least, at least wait until I finish my last bit of work... Give me a chance, please? The weapons haven't been distributed yet, and it won't be easy for those miners to organize themselves. I must be in control of the situation, otherwise they can forget about taking over any city!"

"..."

Interesting—Ye Shou suddenly became interested.

"The organization you're talking about... never mind, I'll come and see for myself."

Without even using VR, Ye Shou directly placed his hand on the man's head, activating [King of Ghosts' Appearance (Ghost Brain)], and a powerful mental force surged into his mind. He imagined the object in his hand as a thick book, its pages flashing rapidly before his "eyes"...

This is no easy task. A person's memory is too vast and filled with all sorts of meaningless information. Searching for a specific memory within it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, after Ye Shou ascended to become a giant of light, his mental strength was fundamentally different from that of ordinary people. Using the "ghost brain's" suggestion, he would automatically ignore irrelevant information and search according to keywords—

Suddenly, specks of golden light shone in Ye Shou's eyes.

The next moment, he felt the surrounding scenery begin to change, and his perspective also changed.

"...That's settled then. You're not the only one. At least two-thirds of the companies on Titan are part of our alliance, so you can indulge yourself as you please..."

"I'm really looking forward to it. How will the great Tower of Babel deal with the mob? Will they support them or suppress them? In any case, their position and status will be shaken."

“That thing is finished. It’s a bit of a pity to give up the city of Vulcan, but as long as it can…”

"What about the people in the city? Although most of them are just ordinary employees and 'consumables,' what if..."

"idiot!

No sacrifice was so great as to be unacceptable; this was the necessary price to liberate all humanity from tyranny!

--call!

The golden light in Ye Shou's eyes dimmed, and the moment he let go, the man collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, staring at Ye Shou with a blank expression and a chaotic mind.

Although Ye Shou had been considered "gentle," the forced retrieval and examination of his memories still dealt a significant blow to the man's psyche. While he wouldn't become an idiot, he would certainly be in a daze for an hour or two.

"Ah! Ahh!!"

Perhaps due to mental confusion, the man suddenly pointed at Ye Shou and shouted. It was unclear whether he had seen something or mistook Ye Shou for some kind of being. He knelt on the ground, hands clasped together, his face covered in cold sweat.

“My lord… Messiah of Mars… Lord of the Legion… I did not, I did not, I did not really mean to… No, it was just a ‘small betrayal’.”

This guy must have come from Mars. On that reddish planet, the way people worship Ye Shou is different from that on Earth. They often emphasize that he is the liberator and savior of Mars, and sometimes they even give Ye Shou the setting that he was "born on Mars".

"I... I'll only be some consumables if I die... I didn't participate in the part about plotting against the Gundam Legion, I really didn't!"

Forgive me... Great... Forgive me—

laugh!

A burst of blood erupted from the man's neck, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.

Ye Shou coldly stared at the corpse, flicking the blood off his fingertips, completely unconcerned.

No sacrifice is so great as to be unacceptable... but why would someone say this while simultaneously believing that they themselves are not to be sacrificed?

Chapter 265: The Legend of the Past, He Has Returned! (Two Chapters Combined)

Lukewarm water sprayed from rusty nozzles, washing over the lean but muscular bodies of the boys. Streams of grayish-black turbid water mixed with sweat and dirt gathered at their feet, cleaning away the powder with a weak radiation. Any small amount inhaled was dealt with by injecting medicine.

Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for the human body to completely eliminate radioactive substances through metabolism, and the effect of the medication is only slightly better than nothing. However, in reality, very few people die from radiation sickness over the years.

Firstly, the people living on Titan had already undergone natural selection, with adaptive genetic modification beginning two generations earlier.

Secondly... based on "surrounding statistics," Olga has absolutely no need to worry about radiation sickness; on the contrary, the threats from hallucinogens, bullets, landslides, and explosions are much greater.

"call!"

The white-haired, dark-skinned youth wiped his face, brushed his wet hair back, and exhaled a long, weary breath.

Normal mobile suits have dedicated cooling systems, so they don't accumulate too much heat even during long battles. However, the configuration of mobile engineers is much lower, and the reactors they are equipped with are outdated versions with very low energy conversion rates, which means that they need to increase the output power in order to power the machines.

This meant they worked in a "steamer" every day, but when they came out of the mine, they could enjoy the "cool" atmosphere of Titan, where ice fields covered more than 80 percent of the planet. They could live like they were in a sauna without spending any money... Their lives couldn't be more wonderful.

Perhaps it is because of this repeated "tempering" that Olga and her companions are more physically robust than their counterparts in parallel universes (but their average lifespan is certainly shorter).

"Olga, are we going to the cafeteria later?"

"let me see……"

In the simple changing room, the boys dried themselves off and changed into relatively clean but monotonous work clothes that resembled prison uniforms.

The team was about to disband when the pager on the wall started crackling, carrying the foreman's emotionless voice:

"Teams numbered B-7, G-11, K-3... immediately assemble at the deep lifting platform in the third mine pit."

repeat!

Numbered... above squads...

This is not a mining operation, so there is no need to drive a mobile engineering unit!

Repeat, no need for mobile engineers!

Olga and Mikazuki exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes.

Deep-sea lifting platforms are typically used to transport equipment and personnel to extremely deep depths for new mineral exploration or special operations. This wasn't their first time using them, but why weren't they allowed to bring mobile engineers?

Without industrial mobile suits, mortal bodies can do nothing in the solid strata of Titan!

“He said so… Let’s go, Mika.” Olga patted Mikazuki on the shoulder.

Despite the doubts, questioning orders from above usually doesn't end well in this place.

Olga greeted the rest of her squad and also the leaders of the other squads. The group, somewhat confused, followed Olga and Mikazuki out.

The deep-level elevator platform is smaller than the general-purpose platform they usually use, but it can still accommodate hundreds of people.

When Olga and her group of about thirty miners arrived, several other groups of people, all relatively young, were already standing around.

"That's a bit strange."

"Oh, Olga?"

"So many people gathered together, but there was no supervisor. They were usually very wary of our large numbers."

Olga glanced at the security robots surrounding the elevator platform, her brow furrowing slightly. "It's practically like they're preventing us from escaping... Mika, be careful later. If anything happens—"

"Very good, the people have arrived."

A middle-aged man with a blank expression held a tablet, checked the number of people, and then pressed a button on the control panel.

hum~~

The platform sank, and at the same time, the heavy gate slowly closed, isolating the platform from the outside world.

The lights came on, and after a violent shaking, the platform began to descend steadily.

Olga felt even more uneasy; she was almost certain that something was wrong.

What kind of mission requires hundreds of people? If it's a large-scale operation and there aren't enough people to complete it, why aren't mobile engineers allowed to go down into the pit?

"Tsk!" Gripping the railing handrail tightly, Olga quietly placed her hand on her toolbox.

This compartment contained not only the various tools needed by the miners, but also some contraband he kept in case of emergency, such as a half-new laser pistol, three employee ID cards that looked somewhat fake, and a plastic explosive the size of a cigarette box.

—I hope I won't need it.

Squeak~ Squeak~~

At first it was normal, but soon the rate of descent suddenly increased! A feeling of weightlessness suddenly came over me!

Several teenagers nearly fell, only managing to steady themselves by gripping the railing tightly.

"Hey! What's going on?!"

"The speed is wrong! It's too fast!"

Clang!

A loud bang was accompanied by a violent tremor. The entire platform suddenly stopped, and the huge impact caused everyone to stagger.

The overhead lights flickered a few times, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, before finally settling into a dim, yellowish light that barely illuminated the metal cage trapped deep underground.

"what the hell!"

"The elevator has malfunctioned, we're trapped!"

"Can the people up there hear me?"

"There should be a paging device here, where is it?"

Panic instantly spread through the crowd. Some people pounded on the tightly closed gates, while others screamed into their communicators, but only the crackling of static answered them.

The lifting platform is clearly malfunctioning, or...

It was artificially stopped at this depth.

"Quiet! Everyone be quiet!"

Olga raised her voice, drowning out the noisy reverberation. Her composure, incongruous with her age, echoed in the enclosed space, temporarily calming the panicked crowd.

"What's the use of panicking! Do you want to die even faster?!"

He looked around, scanning the terrified and bewildered faces, and put on a fearless act—though he was actually quite panicked himself.

"Check to see what's broken, and look for emergency tools or communication lines!"

Under his command, the boys managed to move and began inspecting the metal box that had trapped them. However, the results were disappointing: the platform structure did not appear to be severely deformed, the emergency communication button did not respond when pressed, and the internal maintenance panel was completely locked.