With a thud, the table was struck by a heavy fist.
"That damn traitor!!!"
Dozle Zabi, the Commander of the Principality of Zeon's Space Attack Force, who resembled a pointy-headed gorilla, was angrily pounding the table.
On the screen opposite him.
It was Shun giving a speech. Dozle didn't recognize this bastard, but this guy was openly betraying them!
This was Gihren Zabi, the Supreme Commander of the Principality of Zeon, who had devised a decisive attack plan, and it was being revealed just like that.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard!!!"
Under Dozle's furious pounding, the metal table was directly smashed into a flat iron disc. "I will never forgive a traitor!!!"
"Don't let him speak anymore, attack!!!"
Although Dozle appeared crude, he was a meticulous bastard. He keenly sensed that if this "traitor" continued to speak, their "Britannia Project" would fail.
Moreover, with such a mole inside.
The Earth Federation would surely try every means to get information, and Revil was not an easy opponent.
"Connect me to the airborne troops, get the MS into battle. I want to shut this traitor's mouth forever!"
Dozle finished speaking, smashing the phone as well.
However, Shun on the screen continued his speech, even revealing the codename of the operation.
"Named, "Britannia Project"!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah! Traitor!!!"
The sound of destruction echoed again in Dozle's office, as he wildly smashed things like a raging gorilla.
However, at this moment.
The generals of the Earth Federation Command, watching the emergency news on the screen, broke out in a cold sweat.
"Those Zeon madmen..."
"When they attacked the Side-Space Colony area, they used nuclear rocket launchers. Are there too few madmen like that?"
"Stop, stop, stop. This is not the time to argue."
Someone stood up, "The problem now is, what should we do? Let Iffish Island fall?"
The meeting hall immediately fell silent.
"I suggest that the Commander of the Federation Space Fourth Fleet, Vice Admiral Tiam, support Iffish Island!"
"Agreed. Vice Admiral Tiam was originally going to support the Hart Space Colony, so supporting Iffish Island is also correct."
"But what if the Zeon fleet blocks them, or what if their plan moves ahead of schedule?"
The meeting hall was once again silent.
Someone suggested, "How about we destroy Iffish Island first!"
But it was immediately refuted.
"What if they switch to another Space Colony?"
At this point, all discussions in the meeting hall ceased. Finally, someone suggested:
"Go support them first, and by all means, block Zeon's insane plan. At the same time, send General Revil into action!"
"Agreed!"
"Agreed!"
In such rapidly changing circumstances, in the broadcasting hall of the Central Signal Tower on Iffish Island.
Shun, who had finished revealing ""Britannia Project"."
Stood in place, letting out a sigh of relief.
The police had already broken in, but it didn't matter. Shun stared at the glowing numbers on the screen in front of him.
[Worldline activated... Modification rate 07.281%]
[Worldline activated... Modification rate 09.398%]
The modification rate continued to rise.
The constantly refreshing numbers made Shun laugh. He seemed to know what he had done.
If saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
He should have become a Buddha by now.
Of course, it could also be a demon, after all, everyone knew they were going to die, and Shun had told them everything in excruciating detail.
Including the winter blocked by the thermal insulation film.
And the circulating air ducts.
Those were things he had seen with his own eyes. Who knew how many people had fallen into despair and collapse.
But it was fine, even if he died, he would drag these people with him!
Shun was handcuffed, and a group of police officers escorted him out. Those who wanted to follow and inquire.
Were fiercely pushed away by the police.
While scolding those who blocked their way, the police officers' faces were pale, and their hands were trembling.
But no matter what, they had to take this "spy" back!
As he was carried out of the hall, Shun saw Zoya in the crowd, her red business suit quite conspicuous.
Shun deliberately whistled a cheerful tune.
Anyway, he had already profited.
[Worldline activated... Modification rate 12.971%]
The modification rate was still rising.
The waves stirred up by this butterfly of his were truly enormous.
With a bang, the armored vehicle door closed, and Shun casually closed his eyes to rest. He wouldn't die anyway.
There were plenty of people who wanted to know the truth of this matter.
A few hours later.
In the underground area of Iffish Island, at the Secret Police Operations Office, inside a tightly guarded cell.
Shun, still handcuffed, was heartily eating a pork cutlet bowl with chopsticks, and had even asked for two boxes of Chinese cuisine.
Across from him, two unyielding Federation agents stared at Shun with cold eyes, trying to pry information from him.
"I'm full, this pork cutlet bowl is just so-so."
After finishing his meal, Shun threw down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, acting as if he were in his own home.
"Now, can you tell us your position in the Principality of Zeon?"
"Wait."
Shun directly interrupted the questioning, "You give me one bowl of pork cutlet rice, and you expect me to talk? Am I that cheap?"
"Do you have no respect for me at all!"
"You..."
The Federation agent on the left slammed the table, his eyes wide.
Shun leaned back in his chair, "If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll bite off my tongue!"
"Cough, cough."
The Federation agent on the right reached out and pulled his colleague back, "My apologies, Mr. Shun, it's mainly that Chinese cuisine is hard to come by, but I promise, your next meal will be the best cuisine."
"I also want coffee from Earth in the year 2000."
"No problem."
"I also want a dish made from ant tongues."
"No problem."
"I also want to see the latest female singer's concert."
"I'll have her come perform in person."
Shun tilted his head and looked at him, "Are you that honest? Let's get acquainted, my name is Shun."
"Hello, Mr. Shun, I am Federation Level 5 Agent Marlock. It's a pleasure to talk with you. We guarantee our respect for you, because of your selflessness, the Federation has obtained important intelligence."
Shun then smiled, "But for our safety, it's useless, we will still die in the end, won't we?"
"Well, I can only say the crisis has not been resolved, the shadow of war from the Principality of Zeon still looms over Iffish Island."
Marlock continued, "We need your help, Mr. Shun. We can't find your identity information, which we can only attribute to the secrecy of the Principality of Zeon's intelligence department."
"Wait."
Shun remembered something, "Get me a mirror."
Marlock quickly had the agent next to him do it, and in a short while, the mirror was brought to Shun.
Looking at himself in the mirror.
Shun also reached out with a bit of astonishment. The man in the mirror had bright eyes and starry pupils, eyebrows like swords, and resolute lines on his face outlining a calm countenance. His short, dark hair looked exceptionally energetic.
"Alright, what do we talk about next?"
Shun pushed the mirror aside. Handsome was handsome, but he still had things to do.
"We want to know your position in the Zeon intelligence department..."
"Let me state, I am a loyal follower of Zeon Zum Deikun, not a lackey of the Zabi. I deeply understand that the Principality of Zeon has now become a tool for the Zabi's dictatorship."
"This is not what Mr. Deikun wanted to see, nor is it this inhumane war. Of course, they sent me here to silence me, which is why I chose to reveal everything."
Shun spoke his fabricated lies without batting an eye, and he fabricated them very plausibly.
At least Marlock and the other Federation agents didn't find any issues, because Zeon Zum Deikun was a famous leader and revolutionary in the Side-3 area where the Principality of Zeon was located.
He was also the main figure who promoted the independence of "Space Colony." Even the current "Principality of Zeon" was a war-torn nation created by extreme interpretations of Deikun's ideology.
And the Zabi were the current controllers of the Principality of Zeon.
Plus, Shun said he was also sent to die.
This gave it credibility.
"No need to doubt, you and I are in the same boat, otherwise I wouldn't have announced it on TV."
Shun tapped the table, "Get me a drink."
The Federation agent next to him walked out sullenly and reluctantly. Shun even called out to him from behind.
"I want it cold, the iced kind."
"I understand, but I want to know if you still have channels within the Principality of Zeon. We really need similar intelligence."
Marlock laid his cards on the table, "We hope to build an intelligence network through you to understand the internal situation of the Principality of Zeon."
"I'm not sure."
Shun took the drink and took a sip. Carbonation bubbles burst on his tongue. "I don't want to betray my friends' secrets..."
"But you..."
"That'll cost extra!"
Marlock's mouth dropped open in shock: "Ah!?"
No, what did he mean, extra cost?
"Yes, extra cost. Those are my flesh and blood, I can only sell them for triple the price, and I also know the inside story of the Zabi Family."
"What is it?" Marlock quickly asked.
Shun looked down at the table, "You still don't respect me."
"..."
Marlock's face turned purple from holding his breath. He pinched his thigh, a smile appearing on his face, "Mr. Shun, please wait!"
With that, Marlock left with the other Federation agent.
Shun also breathed a sigh of relief.
He paid attention to the numbers on the light screen.
[Worldline activated... Modification rate 29.375%]
The rate of increase slowed down, it should be close to a result. Shun was a little nervous, he was really looking forward to what would happen when the numbers stopped.
He had pushed it this far.
He wouldn't lose out, would he?
Just as Shun was nervously pondering, the door was pushed open. Shun looked over and saw it wasn't the Federation agents.
It was a woman with a full figure, long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, and a red nightgown that set off her fair skin.
Her appearance, strikingly similar to Momoe Yamaguchi, made Shun pause, like pure white moonlight falling on a rose.
Upon closer inspection, it was Zoya, whom he had carjacked earlier in the day, looking at him with a hint of fear, her face still bearing some light makeup.
"What's the meaning of this? A honey trap? Is this how you test your cadres?" Shun pushed his chair away in annoyance and stood up.
The handcuffs on his wrist jingled.
"My apologies, I dragged you into this."
Shun stood up and said apologetically. Zoya glanced at him, then spit a key out of her mouth. She used the key to unlock Shun's handcuffs and then held his hand.
"Is everything you said true?" Zoya asked urgently, "Everything you said on TV?"
"Yes..."
Shun lowered his head, rubbing the marks on his wrist. "Not a single word is false. Zeon will indeed do that."
Suddenly, Zoya opened her arms and hugged Shun. Her soft body invigorated Shun, but then he realized.
Wasn't this a trap?
"Mr. Shun, we will turn off the surveillance system here. We just want to show that we can be trusted."
Marlock's voice came from outside.
"But the Federation isn't trustworthy..."
Shun muttered softly, "How did they threaten you?"
"They didn't."
Zoya's face flushed as she hugged Shun tightly. "I just wanted to see you, my hero. You said you would save the world, be the only one to go against the flow, and you did it. You're so handsome!"
Praised by a beautiful woman like this, Shun couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face.
"Actually, it's not that amazing, it's just..."
"No, if you hadn't said anything, we would all die. Although the situation hasn't changed now, we won't sit idly by and wait for death."
Zoya let go of him, looking into Shun's eyes gently.
"I believe in you, my hero."
Saying that, Zoya leaned against Shun's chest, two clear tears falling onto Shun's clothes, and asked softly:
"We won't die, right?"
"That's right!"
Shun's hand rested on Zoya's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, and he nodded seriously, "We won't die!"
[Worldline activated... Modification rate 30.073%]
[Hidden Trait: Newtype!]