Smoothing Away the "Lingering Regret"

When Kou Uraki, piloting the GP01FB, caught up with Gato after he launched the nuclear missile and confronted Gato once again, he didn't utter the naive and simple humiliation he had in his previous life, but rather a cold question—a Earth Federation Forces's trial of a war criminal.

Nina Pablton, too, did not stage the "broken shoe" scene that sent countless viewers' blood pressure soaring at the crucial moment.

She is no longer the lovestruck woman with past feelings for Gato, but a top engineer in Anaheim, providing reliable and crucial technical support to Kou Uraki in the Albion hangar.

The plot reaches its climax with the final battle in the Solomon Sector.

The gigantic green mantis, Luvi Jeru, ravaged the battlefield like a demon under Gato's piloting, its I-field virtually immune to all beam attacks.

Just as the Federation fleet was at a loss, Kou Uraki's roar echoed through the cockpit as he grappled with Luvi Jeru.

On the screen, the white GP03D Dendrobium, like a shooting star tearing through the universe, rushed towards Luvi Jelu, but was held back by Luvi Jelu's multiple mechanical arms. However, Kou Uraki had already removed the "Stamen" GP03S and used a folding rocket launcher that popped out of the container to destroy the two force field generators in Luvi Jelu's chest.

With a blinding explosion, Luvi Jelu's prized force field shield collapsed instantly!

However, GP03S also had one leg grabbed by Luvi Jelu's mechanical arm.

At that very moment, Bask Ohm, who had failed to intercept the colony satellite with his Solar System, ordered the backup command ship to once again use the remaining mirrors of the Solar System to illuminate the main battlefield near Luvi Jeru.

A fireball, brighter than a star, exploded in the universe.

Luvi Jelu was badly damaged by the radiation, while GP03S was on the back of the radiation area and was unharmed. In fact, the mechanical arm that was holding GP03S was damaged by the radiation and broke free from Luvi Jelu's grip.

Luvi Jeru, whose two force field generators on his back were also damaged by the Solar System, still struggled to launch a kamikaze attack against the Federation fleet, but was destroyed by a large number of Earth Federation Forces naval guns and mobile suits on his way.

Nakayama Takuya leaned comfortably against the soft chair, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips.

Very good, this is what war should be like.

There was no sudden betrayal, no inexplicable maternal instinct, only a cold stance, clear responsibility, and decisive execution.

The lingering regret that had weighed on his mind for over a decade after he watched it in his past life was finally soothed by his own hands.

As the movie ended and the end credits rolled, on the screen, Kou Uraki, who had been acquitted due to the cancellation of the GP Project, arrived at the Oak Ridge Base in North America. When he saw Nina Pabdon, his smile was no longer the forced and conflicted one from his past life, but full of surprise and love, and the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

After planting a seed in Yamashina Makoto's heart, Nakayama Takuya didn't interfere any further.

For him, Bandai needed was a trigger; time would tell the rest.

He returned to his office, picked up the Sankei Shimbun on his desk, and flipped through it, wanting to see what interesting social news had recently emerged.

However, a short news item in the financial section about the pound's exchange rate made him put down the newspaper.

"The pound faced strong selling pressure as markets worried about its ability to maintain stability within the European Exchange Rate Mechanism."

It's the same familiar recipe, the same familiar taste.

He knew all too well the character of his subordinates, especially Hoshino and Sugiura in the Investment Department.

These two are undoubtedly skilled professionals, but the gambling mentality and greed they developed during Japan's economic bubble era are like a brand that can't be scraped off.

If I hadn't been watching closely and getting him out of the oil futures market early, Sega's financial statements would probably have a shockingly large hole by now.

This time, the pound's movements are no less significant than the previous oil price surge.

He decided to visit the Investment Department tomorrow.

The next morning, Nakayama Takuya entered the Investment Department, he smelled a unique scent of the financial battlefield, a mixture of caffeine, nicotine, and adrenaline.

The entire department is like a high-speed war machine.

The ringing of telephones and the clatter of keyboards created a tense symphony. The adjacent conference room had been temporarily converted into a command center, and a huge whiteboard was covered with dense charts and numbers drawn in red and black Mark, recording every minute fluctuation in the pound sterling exchange rate.

On the other wall, the latest briefings faxed from London were posted in chronological order.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, only one person stood out as an oddity.

Director Hoshino of the Investment Department, was leisurely leaning back in his executive chair, holding a steaming cup of Blue Mountain coffee, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Upon seeing Nakayama Takuya enter, his eyes lit up, and he quickly waved, "Executive Director, come and sit here."

Their enthusiasm was so great, it was as if they had seen a living bodhisattva who could save them from suffering.

Takuya didn't stand on ceremony, pulling out a chair and sitting down opposite him. His gaze swept over the precarious exchange rate curve on the whiteboard. "Judging by this, are you preparing for something big?"

"Ammunition is fully stocked, just waiting for the signal." Director Hoshino took a sip of coffee, a confident smile on his face. "Sugiura has personally flown to London to oversee things. We'll be in direct Wired with him, giving us a head start in intelligence and operations."

He pointed to the briefing on the wall. "However, after those two experiences, no one dares to rush in again. Everyone in the department is eager to get started, but without my order, no one dares to go in first."

Takuya nodded, acknowledging their caution.

From his successful exit from Japan's economic bubble to his precise timing in timing the peak of oil futures trading Gulf War, Hoshino, once the most stubborn opponent, has now become his most loyal follower.

"I have some news from the United States," Takuya leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, "The ones stirring up trouble in Europe this time are Soros and his gang of hungry wolves from Wall Street."

"Soros?" Hoshino frowned; he knew very well the weight of that name.

"That's right." Takuya tapped the table, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Given John Bull's stubbornness and tendency to suffer for his pride, he's probably using all his foreign exchange reserves to desperately protect the pound. But that's precisely our opportunity."

"What do you mean?"

"Have Sugiura keep a close eye on one thing," Takuya said calmly, yet with an undeniable authority, "Keep an eye on the commercial banks and traders in the United Kingdom. See if anyone is following Soros in stabbing their own country in the back."

Hoshino was suddenly stunned, her mind racing.