Spy Who Revealed Their Identity

A silver-white hourglass floating in the vacuum of space.

Rotating slowly with its narrowest middle section as the fulcrum, the massive structure turned.

It was composed of two opposing cones and three mirrors designed to collect sunlight.

Constructed primarily from organic materials, the base of the rotating cones served as the residential district, with the gaps between the high-tension cables covering the outer walls filled almost entirely by self-repairing glass.

The radiance reflected by these silicon particles formed a shimmering silver halo; with nearly one hundred such satellites arranged in the pitch-black gloom, the sight was exceptionally magnificent.

This was the new-generation space colony known as the Libra-type, belonging to the nation of Coordinators—PLANT.

Splash.

Lin Qingyu cupped clear water and splashed it onto his face.

A moment later.

Lin Qingyu lifted his dripping face to look into the mirror before him.

Reflected within was a strange, young, and handsome face.

Three days had passed.

Every time he woke up, he hoped this was all just a dream, but the face in the mirror and his memories reminded him every second that this was no dream; it was reality.

He was no longer the Lin Qingyu from Earth.

He was now Eno Kamal, a Coordinator born on Earth in this alternate world who, due to the oppression of Blue Cosmos, had been forced to immigrate to the PLANT agricultural colony Junius Seven with his grandparents.

Five months ago, on February 14th.

The Earth Alliance launched a nuclear missile at the agricultural colony Junius Seven, where his elders resided, resulting in 243,721 deaths.

His own family had perished in that nuclear explosion.

On February 18th, in the aftermath.

Having survived because he was away at school, he joined ZAFT, fueled by hatred for the Earth Alliance, and had been enrolled in the Command Department of the PLANT military academy ever since—

Unfortunately, all of the above was a lie.

His true identity was that of an information thief trained from childhood by the Eurasian Federation and affiliated with the Eighth Special Operations Team of the Earth Alliance; to put it plainly, he was a spy, a special operative targeting ZAFT.

Furthermore, his parents were loyal members affiliated with Blue Cosmos.

Therefore, he was a spy trained by the Eurasian Federation but loyal to Blue Cosmos.

Bang!

Recalling his identity information and the state of this world, Lin Qingyu, now Eno Kamal, raised his hand and punched the mirror.

Regret!

If he had a choice, he certainly would not have stayed up all night, and then he wouldn't have ended up here so inexplicably.

The data and imagery in his memories allowed Eno to confirm the nature of this world.

SEED, a world of war born from the conflict between Naturals and Coordinators.

In it, PLANT represented the Coordinators, and the Earth Alliance represented the Naturals.

The Earth Alliance included the Atlantic Federation, the Eurasian Federation, the United Nations, Orb, the South African Union... encompassing almost the entire Earth, with a total population starting at ten billion.

PLANT, meanwhile, was a cluster of artificial space colonies located at the L5 Lagrange point, with a total population of approximately sixty million.

The grievances between Coordinators and Naturals were, in truth, quite simple and clear.

Coordinators were "humans whose genetic genes had been artificially adjusted, improved, and optimized."

Compared to ordinary Naturals, Coordinators performed better on average in intelligence and physical ability.

They learned quickly, reacted with agility, possessed immunity to many diseases, and generally possessed better physical appearances.

You could even equate Coordinators to geniuses among Naturals, a sustainable, artificially cultivated breed of genius.

This led to a period where most people with money and power chose to have their descendants genetically adjusted.

Wealthy, powerful, possessing outstanding abilities, and agile thinking... with these countless buffs stacked, Coordinators quickly blocked the survival space and upward mobility of ordinary Naturals.

Except for a few genetically mutated genius Naturals, ordinary Naturals were completely crushed by the Coordinators.

The situation where the strong remained strong and the weak remained weak was manifested to the extreme.

It was precisely under such circumstances that the discrimination and resentment of Naturals toward Coordinators reached a critical threshold, eventually evolving into a large-scale racial war that swept the world—

Later on, nuclear missiles flew everywhere, and all sorts of weapons of mass destruction were dragged out for mutual bombardment, as if they were terrified the other side wouldn't be wiped out entirely.

And now, just as this war had been completely ignited.

He had transmigrated.

And to make matters worse, he was saddled with the identity of an Earth Alliance spy.

Even more infuriating was that his three handlers had all been captured or killed last month.

His predecessor had even been poisoned and assassinated in his dormitory three days ago.

If this isn't a perfect start, I don't know what is!

Going from an ordinary Earthling to a spy, and a compromised one at that.

"Damn it!"

BANG!

An enraged Ino slammed his fist into the bathroom mirror.

"What happened?"

Hearing the commotion, his roommate Thatch Lant put down his book and rushed in.

Seeing the shattered mirror, Thatch hurriedly asked, "Ino... what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, there was a mosquito."

Hearing his roommate's inquiry, Ino reined in his thoughts, pulled back his bleeding fist, and replied with a forced smile.

"A mosquito? Here?"

Thatch looked bewildered. Did PLANT even have creatures like mosquitoes?

"I must have seen it wrong."

Ino made up a random excuse.

"Alright, but don't you need to treat your hand?"

Thatch didn't press the issue; everyone had those days when they were in a bad mood.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to bring the medical kit."

Ino looked at his profusely bleeding right hand and, after a moment's thought, decided against the idea of bleeding out.

"...I'll get the kit for you."

Thatch's lips twitched as he turned and left the dormitory.

He had actually wanted Ino to go to the infirmary...

Watching Thatch's retreating back, Ino plopped down onto his bed.

Going back was definitely out of the question.

After all, he didn't have the guts to commit suicide.

So, the only thing he could do was keep living in this body.

But that was undoubtedly going to be an incredibly difficult task.

For the past three days, he had been worried about his life every single second.

He only dared to eat instant food from the store, terrified that he might accidentally follow in his predecessor's footsteps.

Yet, after three days of thinking, he still hadn't come up with a solution.

This was the heart of PLANT, his handler had already been executed by ZAFT, and he was now completely isolated and without support.

As for other spies, to maintain secrecy and prevent being implicated, Earth Alliance spies always operated alone.

Often, two spies could pass each other face-to-face without ever knowing they were on the same side.

Therefore, the path of relying on comrades never existed to begin with.

Relying on the Earth Alliance...

To prevent his identity from being exposed, he had no way to contact the Earth Alliance; even his intelligence reports were relayed through his handler.

So, he had no way to contact his superiors directly.

Defecting.

Because his identity had been exposed, he couldn't even defect to save his own skin.

No one would trust a spy whose cover had already been blown, and since the other side had already tried to kill him, their stance was obvious.

Defection was out, reinforcements were impossible, and escape was even less likely...

No solution!

Having reached this conclusion more than once, Ino slumped onto his bed with a bitter smile.

He knew there was no way to break this deadlock.

After all, a spy whose identity had been exposed in the heart of enemy territory was essentially on death row.

His predecessor had lost his life because of it.

He had once pinned his hopes on a system or a cheat code.

But three days had passed, and he hadn't received any feedback.

His only "cheat" was his vague memory of this anime and the general trajectory of the war.

But the problem was, that was of absolutely no help to him right now.