Duran quickly learned the identity of the old man. The reporters were extremely diligent.
Although the Naturals aboard the ship had already accepted their fate, their families on Earth certainly had not. Furious crowds surrounded the old man's home.
So Duran took action.
All screens suddenly flickered with static again.
"Hi! How's everyone doing?" Duran's voice appeared once more. "There are still ninety minutes left. Now I'll announce the game rule that I forgot earlier. Hehehe!"
"Everyone has noticed the glowing sphere floating in front of your chest, right?"
At that moment, the entire world froze.
Sure enough, countless glowing spheres appeared before every person—each one corresponding to a single individual.
"I believe everyone can see them now, right? Hehehe! From this moment on, everyone in the world—Naturals and Coordinators alike—has become part of the game."
"Now listen carefully to the rule I forgot to mention!"
Duran deliberately paused for suspense.
And then…
The broadcast suddenly cut off.
Duran had no intention of explaining his true plan.
After seeing the old man's sacrifice, he felt respect. Although there were plenty of scum among Naturals, there were also people of noble character.
The old man's family would now be under Duran's protection.
However, those glowing spheres were very real.
People everywhere panicked.
Some bold individuals tried touching them—only to burn their fingers instantly.
And the spheres behaved almost like living things.
No matter where a person moved, the sphere followed them.
In truth, the principle behind this technique was similar to a Spirit Bomb.
But unlike the Spirit Bomb—which used energy voluntarily given by others—Duran forcibly extracted energy from people.
The energy he controlled did not belong to him.
Using the perpetual energy engine he had built, Duran forcibly mobilized everyone's energy.
The price was that he now had to remain completely still.
He could only sit quietly and talk.
Meanwhile, Teresa stood guard beside him.
Unlike a Spirit Bomb, forcibly extracting energy was harmful to the human body.
But Duran had grown thoroughly disgusted with this world.
So he hardened his heart.
Meanwhile, another scene unfolded aboard the Coordinator ship.
"One life for another… sacrificing Naturals so Coordinators may survive?" the acting chairman muttered.
"Chairman, give the order," the captain said firmly. "Let me bear the sin."
"…."
The chairman hesitated.
"Captain! A signal transmission!"
A light in space began flashing repeatedly.
At that moment, Lacus had transmitted Duran's final rule into space, and Athrun relayed the signal.
"Translate it!"
"Yes!"
"Final rule: pressing the detonator first will cause a disaster—"
"That's obvious! It just means killing civilians!"
"There's more."
"The most important rule: do not press the detonator."
"…What?!"
"Are we supposed to just watch the Naturals kill our people?!"
The captain was furious.
But the chairman's face suddenly turned pale.
"…Is there some even greater disaster waiting for us?"
"The final rule…"
"Yes… that must be it."
"That madman must have another terrifying trap."
"It seems we've truly encountered death itself."
The chairman sighed.
"Captain."
"Yes."
"I order you to place the detonator into a container and launch it into space."
"But—"
The captain wanted to argue.
However, seeing the chairman's pale face, he silently obeyed.
The chairman stood up and addressed the passengers.
"Citizens of PLANT."
"Just now, I made a decision."
"I threw the detonator into space—just as Naturals once forced us into space."
The moment he finished speaking, cries erupted throughout the cabin.
Many people could not understand.
Others stood up angrily to protest.
But order was somehow maintained.
"I just received a message," the chairman continued.
"A terrible message."
"Pressing the detonator first will cause an irreversible tragedy."
"The messenger said this was the final rule."
"So I concluded that the criminal never intended to let us live."
"Because the irreversible tragedy cannot simply mean destroying the Natural ship."
"So what tragedy would be so severe that someone risked everything to warn us?"
"It must concern PLANT itself."
"My guess is that there is another bomb connected to the detonator—one planted within PLANT."
"If we press the detonator…"
"…the explosion may destroy not only the Natural ship, but the entire PLANT satellite."
"So I made my decision."
"I'm sorry to all of you."
"But I cannot take that risk."
Silence filled the ship.
Then one person stood up.
"For PLANT!"
"For PLANT!!!"
Everyone rose to their feet.
Their unity was terrifying.
The chairman wiped tears from his eyes.
"Mr. Duran… you saw that," Lacus said quietly as she returned.
A glowing sphere also floated before her chest.
"The ships will not explode anymore."
"Please end this game."
Duran did not move.
He could not.
He was still controlling the enormous energy.
If he lost focus, humanity might truly be destroyed.
"…."
"Mr. Duran!"
"…Alright."
"The game is over."
As soon as he spoke, the energy from across the world gathered into one place.
"Now it's time to witness a miracle."
A massive glowing sphere appeared in the sky above Orb.
The extracted energy could not simply be returned.
If he tried to push it back into people's bodies, it would kill them.
So Duran decided to leave one final mark on this world.
"Go… Spirit Bomb!"
With a push, the enormous sphere slowly flew away.
This time he wasn't marking the Moon.
Instead, he sent it toward a Blue Cosmos super-soldier research facility.
The blast carved a huge canal across the Earth.
"Take care of yourselves."
After that, Duran swept across the planet.
Every completed Gundam and prototype under development—
he packed them all into capsules.
He even took the Megaroad-01 colony ship and its VF fighters.
"It is now midnight!"
"Neither ship has exploded!"
"A miracle—an incredible miracle!"
"Rescue vessels have begun dismantling the bombs."
"In this terrifying incident, both Naturals and Coordinators demonstrated extraordinary courage."
"Despite facing death, more than two thousand people remained true to their principles."
"They refused to yield to fear."
"The respect they showed for life deserves reflection from all humanity."
"It has been only one year since the last war, yet extremism has already returned."
"War tramples on life itself."
"This event reminds us that respect for life is the foundation for overcoming jealousy and hatred."
This time, Duran decided not to travel to another world immediately.
The abnormal events in the Gundam world were clearly related to his dimensional travel.
So he planned to return to the Dragon Ball world and ask Bulma and Dr. Senbei Norimaki about it.
If possible, he would also ask the Supreme Kai.
After Duran's intervention, the Gundam world changed.
Naturals and Coordinators still distrusted each other.
Nations still competed secretly.
But for the next several decades, their energy would likely focus on space exploration rather than war.
Orb remained under the Athha family.
PLANT was now led by Lacus.
The Atlantic Federation and the East Asian Alliance had been weakened by Duran's sweeping campaign.
At least for now, they would not start another war.
Of course, Duran knew he could never completely eliminate war.
He had said it before—
Unless every human being was killed, war would always exist whenever opinions differed.
Everything he had done was simply to vent his frustrations from watching Gundam SEED.
How long this fragile peace would last…
That depended on Lacus and the others.
"Teresa, let's go!"
Duran installed the nuclear power generator into his time machine and set the coordinates—
Back to the Dragon Ball world.
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