In times of war…

What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? 

How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? 

What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy?

And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move?

For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? 

This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.


Although Fiscella was obstinate and self-opinionated, he was, after all, a renowned general on the rankings, with keen and far-sighted military insight. Sensing the unusual momentum of the Western Alliance's offensive, he quickly seized the opportunity, commanded the fleet to strike at the Central Leray Star Domain, and inflicted heavy losses on the Western Alliance forces, forcing them to retreat, leaving the Brody Space Fleet of the isolated Leray puppet regime struggling to support itself.


Chapter 1239 - Chapter 32: Falcon Camp (2)