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Class G Battle Suit Fighter

A child from the lowest class of society, a simple G-class boy, will impose himself with his fists in a cruel world. He will advance from the sewers and sewers to the top and fame, from class to class, only with his perseverance, his rage, and his ability to survive. But getting out of the gutter is not easy, nor will the elites allow him to advance easily. Will his fists be able to impose himself on his cruel destiny?

Albinus_istamar · sport
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The mining ship looked ridiculous to him, a mere shell with an engine next to a real intergalactic ship. When he arrived at the hangar and saw this sleek ship of more than 40 meters in length and its three decks he was impressed.

The gas explosion hit the right side of the ship, there was serious damage to the fuselage with holes the size of a manhole cover, cuts and tears in the metal that had affected several of the engines.

Mr. Gundam greeted Captain Jenkins, he was older like Gundam although he looked younger and fitter. The captain looked at the boy with some suspicion.

"Don't worry Jenkins, the boy is a good technician, he knows what he's doing..."

"Tremor, this isn't a toy, it's a combat ship, any mistake or technical failure out there could cost us our lives"

"Don't worry, I guarantee you're in good hands"