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"In the face of survival, will you still cling on to your ideal?"
Keiko sought desperately an answer for herself and the future she vowed to protect. In the end, what would she choose?
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Keiko Lee, a female Special Assault Team (SAT) woke up in the body of the infamous "Death Reaper", the rising star mech soldier of Earth Federation more than 100 years in the future.

The Earth had gone through devastating change after a round of nuclear war, natural disaster, and alien invasion while a huge threat was still looming over humanity's future. 

Having no other option, she has to adapt to her new world fast while unknowingly becoming the center of the storm known as revolution.

Meanwhile, Jeanne Armstrong, a prodigious black-bellied female major who is also a senior technical officer, a military research expert, and a female instructor in the highest military academy in the Federation, keeps teasing and seducing her to her heart's content. 

Keiko who sought survival and perhaps, a way home, and Jeanne who will do anything for her freedom. What will happen to them when their fate entangled with each other?
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Precept:
Jeanne leaned on Keiko’s side and rested her head on her uninjured right shoulder. 
"If you feel guilty about me, please don't push me away. Just think of it as you act for the sake of your goal, and I am for the sake of my oath. We are comfortable using each other like this and we know each other well, isn't it good? " 
Keiko's hands trembled, she caressed Jeanne's face gently, while her head was lowered. She said, "You... don't be so nice to me..."
"Pfft, I've made it clear that I want to use you, and you still say I'm good to you? Are you stupid?"
"If I am really stupid, I probably wouldn't be sitting here talking to you right now," Keiko whispered.
"Hmph! You know it in your hear all those words really hurt me very much, you’re terrible." 
"Do you think I want to say that much? It really makes me suffocate, each and every word. I'm just afraid that you will suffer a lot if you choose me, and I'm afraid that I can't take care of you well."
“Heh!” Jeanne snorted, "You? Taking care of me? It would be nice if you didn't bother me to take care of you. You damn block of wood, you want to piss me off, don’t you?" 
“......” 
"Don't you have anything to say?" 
Jeanne looked up at her. 
Keiko didn't speak but lowered her head and pressed Jeanne’s lips with hers. Jeanne's eyes widened for a moment before the corners of her eyes and lips drew a beautiful arc as she stretched out her arms around Keiko's neck, and pull Keiko’s face to hers.
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cover commissioned by: IG: @vatarison.art

I Became A Mech Soldier After Waking Up in The Future.

The blue-robed deacon, Moore, turned around and saw an elderly woman in a yellow robe walking toward them.

"Bishop Elizabeth," As soon as Moore saw her, he immediately folded his hands on his chest and saluted.

The elderly woman seemed to be of European descent. She had white hair that had been meticulously tucked behind her head. Rimless glasses hung on the bridge of her nose, and a pair of dark green eyes were hidden behind the glasses. She wore a friendly smile, giving the impression of a neighborhood grandma.

A pair of feathered wings encircle a scale engraved on her chest badge, showing that she was from the Neutral Good faction.

Who Made Me the Daughter of the Armstrong?