I Won't Be Able to Awaken, Will I

Of course, it wasn't all bad news.

The good news was that due to his outstanding performance, he received special treatment from the academy and was sent to the MS Training Class.

At the same time, his body wasn't completely beyond recovery. Because of this series of drastic measures, his cellular activity was much stronger than that of a normal Coordinator.

So, in theory, as long as he took medication regularly to maintain it, he could still recover.

It's just that the recovery time would be a bit long, and the medication was quite expensive, which once again burdened the already not-so-wealthy Noer with a huge debt.

"Damn it, did I step in shit when I transmigrated?"

Noer lay on the bed, cursing angrily. He considered himself the most tragic transmigator!

How could he run into every single problem?

First, he transmigrated to Junius 7, which was on the verge of nuclear annihilation. Then, he inexplicably took Gene Potion No. 4, causing various sequelae in his body.

After that, to repay his medical debt and save his life, he had to join the ZAFT school as a student.

He finally managed to get into the Mecha Maintenance Class, thinking he could at least survive for a while.

But on his first time piloting an MS, he encountered an MS riot, which forced him to...

"Wait, why can I pilot an MS?"

Noer suddenly realized something.

Logically, he was just a Pseudo-Coordinator, so why could he pilot an MS?

And pilot it so well.

"That feeling of it being an extension of my arm... I... I won't be able to activate my potential, will I..."

Recalling the MS piloting footage, thinking about the smooth operation in his memory, and that almost precognitive ability.

A faint glint flickered in Noer's eyes on the sickbed.

At the same time, in a building on Earth.

A man in a suit with short blond hair was intently watching a report on his computer.

"This is truly a godsend..."

The man said as he closed his computer and pressed a button beside him.

"Bang~"

Soon, the door opened, and several men in Earth Alliance uniforms pushed it open and entered.

"Take this to the biological research institute, and tell them I want the enhanced version!"

The man said as he removed the data storage disk and tossed it over.

"Yes!"

The soldiers quickly saluted, turned, and left the room with the data storage disk.

"Noel Cassia..."

"What an interesting world you've made for me."

"Beep~"

"Shu~"

The second morning, the door of the PLANT hospital room slowly opened.

Noer, lying on the sickbed and questioning his life, looked over at the sound.

"Cruze?"

Familiar blond hair, familiar white uniform, and the familiar eye patch. Who else could it be but Cruze?

"It seems you have a strong connection with hospitals," Cruze chuckled, carrying a black briefcase and walking over, placing it on the cabinet beside Noer's bed.

"I'd rather not have this connection." Noer was utterly speechless. A connection! What a load of crap.

Click

A sound like a lock opening.

"What is this?" Noer frowned as he looked at the vials inside the black briefcase.

This stuff didn't look good at all.

"Don't you already know?" Cruze took out a bottle of potion and, under Noer's gaze, drew it up into a syringe.

"What do you want?" Noer felt a chill run down his spine as he watched Cruze's actions and quickly shouted.

Cruze didn't speak, merely glancing at Noer indifferently. He walked to Noer's IV drip with the syringe.

"Stop! What the hell is this!"

Noer jolted upright from his deathbed, the shock making him sit up despite his injured body. He quickly reached out and shoved Cruze away, saying, "I have no quarrel with you, Your Excellency, why are you trying to harm me!"

"You really don't know what this is?" Cruze asked, holding the syringe with a look of astonishment. He had thought Noer would know.

"Are you f***ing kidding me!" Noer was speechless. He had never even seen this thing before, so how could he possibly know what it was?

"This is a gene repair agent specially developed for you. You should have already injected it," Cruze explained.

"What do you mean?" Noer frowned slightly. A gene repair agent specially developed for him? It sounded so bizarre.

Doesn't this research institute have anything else to do? Are they developing potions for me every day for some reason...?

"You said this is a gene repair agent?" Noer suddenly realized. Could this be that addictive substance?

"Of course," Cruze replied, nodding.

"Can I... not use it?" Noer felt his whole body go numb, a wave of panic washing over him.

According to what those people said yesterday, this thing was a bit like drugs, even a highly potent one. Once you absorbed it for the first time, you would become extremely dependent on it.

Noer shuddered at the thought of being desperate for a small bottle of this potion later on.

"If you wish, I can actually help you apply for euthanasia," Cruze said softly, not forcing Noer to use it, but standing by.

"Euthanasia? What... what do you mean?" Noer's pupils constricted. Those words didn't sound right.

"Have you ever seen how Earthlings are when they're controlled by drugs?"

"You mean I'll become like those addicts!?"

"No, I mean you'll be worse off than them. So if you're unwilling, euthanasia might be a better option."

"..."

Two minutes later~

Noer lay on the bed, feeling a sense of comfort spreading through his limbs, his heart a mix of emotions.

This thing is good... Pfft.

The effect was indeed very good, immediate.

But the thought of the after-effects... Noer felt as if his limbs were being bitten by ants, and a sense of dread filled him.

At the same time, a hint of existential doubt crept in.

In my previous life, I never touched gambling or drugs. Now, just a short while after coming to this life, I'm hooked on something even more potent than the super-enhanced version from my previous life. And the worst part is, I can't not take it!

Just thinking about it made him feel exhausted.

"This is your medication from now on, once every five days. If you run out, you can go to the PLANT research institute or apply directly to me."

Cruze, standing beside him, took out several bottles of medication from a hidden compartment in his briefcase and placed them on the table.

"You... forget it."

Noer really wanted to ask, Did you cause everything that happened to me?

But then he thought that it didn't make sense.

What was so special about a test-tube baby that Cruze would value him so much?

Or was there something special about him?

But how special could a test-tube baby be?

Or did he know about his potential to suddenly unleash power?

"Heh, get some good rest. You should be able to leave the hospital in a few days."

Cruze didn't press further. He simply turned, picked up his briefcase, and left the ward with the attendants waiting outside.

"Sigh, is this just fate?"

Noer recalled everything that had happened recently and couldn't help but sigh to the heavens.

Other transmigration protagonists are wielding knives and cutting wires, sparks flying everywhere, showing off and soaring, with a harem of beautiful women. But why is it that for me, it's all falling apart? Forget about a harem of beauties, the problem is whether I can even survive safely.

However, what Noer didn't know was that as Cruze walked out of the hospital gates, a car stopped in front of him by the roadside. The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome, long-haired face.

This person was the same long-haired man who had appeared in Noer's ward earlier.

"Care to chat?" the man asked Cruze with a smile.

Cruze pondered for a moment, waved away his attendants, turned, and opened the passenger door to get in.

Then, under the watchful eyes of his two attendants, the car merged into the traffic flow.