Saint Phineas Murry was a loser.
There was no other way to describe it. For all of his success in piloting mechs, he had come no closer to fulfilling his most cherished goals.
It was a good thing that Saint Phineas was no stranger to hardship.
Every peak ace pilot possessed his or her own story. The narrative that could be spun from the life of a pilot that had the potential to become a god could make for a thrilling read.
Phineas did not think his tale deserved to earn the appreciation of others. Not yet. This was because he had yet to make any progress in completing his great mission.
As a member of the Transhumanist Faction, Phineas enjoyed the rare pleasure of befriending the most impressive human to have been born in reality.
Though many people disputed over whether he was truly the best specimen of the human race of all time, there was no shred of doubt in Phineas Murry's mind that the Chosen Human deserved all the recognition and more.