Akasaka finally laid his hands on the Strike Freedom Gundam's body.
The instant Akasaka touched it—
The Strike Freedom Gundam, which had only been a model, immediately became real.
Akasaka directly opened the cockpit in its chest and jumped inside.
When Lisbeth saw this, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
If she remembered correctly, the Strike Freedom Gundam she had made was supposed to be just a model, right? Why did it have a cockpit?
Akasaka's ability was just that overpowered.
As long as he wanted to, he could build a Gundam with his bare hands.
However, a Gundam made from scratch consumed too much stamina. That was why he had Lisbeth make a model first, then turned it into a real Gundam through touch. That saved him quite a bit of stamina.
After all, creating something out of thin air and using a medium to make it real consumed entirely different amounts of stamina.
Sitting in the cockpit, Akasaka imagined himself as the great Kira. And just like Kira, he looked at the control panel's hundreds—perhaps even thousands—of buttons.
Someone who knew nothing should have felt their scalp tingle and been completely at a loss upon seeing all those buttons.
But Akasaka had imagined himself as Kira, so like Kira, he placed both hands on the keyboard. His hands moved so fast they became afterimages as he clattered away, preparing to manually calibrate the Mobile Suit Gundam's systems for his own use.
After all, this thing was equipped with a nuclear-powered engine. One careless mistake, and he would be playing with fire.
If the enemy accidentally blew up your machine, then sorry—
If you were not far enough away, you would not escape death either. You would be blown up along with it.
It was basically a