Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

Bai E had interacted with both pilot seats, so he felt… it seemed that it wasn't strictly necessary for two people to get along in order to play.

At least in terms of the operational intensity in basic training, this was true.

Let's try...

The instructor was not there, alone, he furtively explored.

Because everyone's body shape is different, with varying arm spans, leg lengths, and other measurements, the various control modules inside the simulation pod had a certain range of motion.

Similarly, the positions of both pilots could be adjusted.

Bai E hadn't asked about how to adjust the mechanical structure, and the instructor hadn't mentioned it, but... Bai E flipped open the manual.

"You are learning 'Knowledge—Specialty Vehicle (Armed Mecha) Piloting', progress 93%."

Following the guide in the directory, he easily found the operation to adjust the position.

"Click~"

"Click~"

The mechanical structure made a frictional noise when coupled together.

He pushed the copilot's seat to the back, the main pilot's seat to the middle, pulled all kinds of control modules close, and Bai E secured himself again at the main pilot's position.

The surrounding function modules were dazzling, all piled up before his eyes.

Bai E rubbed his hands together, feeling a hot sensation in his palms.

Operating the mechanical structure had an addictive tactile feedback, especially exhilarating and focused amidst the flurry of hand shadows.

Starting from the beginning...

Bai E reset the difficulty level of the course.

Now practicing alone, he couldn't be overconfident.

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"Buzz~"

The speakers in the simulation pod began to simulate the buzzing sounds made by various structures of the mecha when operating.

The slight shaking and vibration also transferred to his body from the support point behind him.

Completely immersed in everything displayed within the simulation pod, the experience was quite realistic.

Bai E truly felt as if he was piloting a towering mecha, walking across the vast land.

First gear... second gear... third gear...

Bai E advanced the gear, and the power began to increase.

While preparing to swing his legs, Bai E also pre-entered the instructions for the arms to follow.

Balance, center of gravity... these were more pronounced while driving a mecha than with his human body's senses.

The memory of that ready-to-tip-over feeling during a few sideward slants while coordinating remained fresh.

Feeling the process happen slowly but being utterly powerless to change it only pressed a heavy sense of helplessness on his heart.

This was the lack of confidence that came from imbalance during operation, and when controlling it alone, he needed to be even more mindful of this sense of loss of control due to slight flaws in coordination.

Recalling all the issues he faced during his recent practice, Bai E's hands became blurs, and the mechanical structure's buttons and levers created a cacophony before his eyes...

"Boss... how's that guy doing?" someone breezed through a level and turned to ask the instructor behind him.

Brandon was dutifully overseeing the coordination training between each group of mech pilots.

Everyone's progress was different, with some veteran pairs being reserve mech pilots left over from the previous batch and, due to incompatible habits or personalities for taking on newcomers, keeping their original pairing for practice.

They were almost guaranteed to be the newly appointed regular mech pilots.

And having trained for a long time, they were quite familiar with the instructor, which made their conversations somewhat more casual.

Remembering the outrageous scene from just before, Brandon shook his head, "Don't bother him when there's nothing wrong, he's a talent personally recruited by Hamilton."

"Talent?" scoffed the training soldier. Weren't talents abundantly available in this world?

His identity as an artificial human doomed him to not be taken seriously here—it had been an unwritten rule in the armored camp for a long time.

"Instructor, it's not that we're deliberately targeting him, but just look around and tell me who would want to be brothers with an artificial human? Who knows when he might go crazy and stab us in the back."

The "discrimination" against artificial humans naturally needed factual corroboration, with mutinous artificial humanoid incidents being the most publicized arguments here.

Without anyone willing to cooperate, they couldn't always expect an instructor to accompany his practice or even join him on the battlefield, could they?

To become a regular mech pilot, it wasn't about the capacity of one soldier, but that of a pair of soldiers.

Even if he was highly gifted, strong, and renowned elsewhere, in this armored camp... it didn't count for much.

Under these circumstances, that guy certainly wouldn't be able to become a regular mech pilot, and would probably end up like the other artificial humans who came to the armored camp, becoming a member of tank or rocket vehicle crews.

That said, the training soldier was still curious about the artificial young man's learning ability.

The soldier stretched his neck trying to see the tablet computer the instructor was holding.

It recorded the performance results of each group of soldiers during practice. "How did that kid perform just now?"

"Very impressive," the instructor said truthfully, hoping that his subordinates would be a little more cooperative with the superior's wishes, "so I'm telling you, don't mess with him. Hamilton really values him, and later they might even transfer someone from elsewhere to pair up with him."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

If those at hand were unwilling to cooperate, they would find someone who was.

This was the only plan he had come up with.

Since they were all new recruits, starting fresh and developing a tacit understanding of coordination wasn't a bad idea.

Whether he would do this or not depended on whether the superior's consideration of him was sufficient.

"Oh~"

The speaking warrior responded perfunctorily and also glimpsed the information he wanted to see.

Group 2, current evaluation "Excellent", comprehensive evaluation "Good+".

There was also a rising green arrow...

This was almost certainly a fixed spot for a regular Mech Pilot... and it was his own.

As expected, but still a delight in his heart.

Then looking at that kid... Group 21, current evaluation... "Excellent+".

No comprehensive evaluation, because this was his first lesson...

Huh?

Really?

Plus?

"Instructor, are you sure you're not favoring him?" seeing this result, the warrior could hardly believe his eyes.

"He really is impressive," Brandon sighed sincerely.

The other warrior training in the same group shook his head in disbelief, "Could their performance be worse than the instructor's? Even the dumbest newbie can be corrected by the instructor..."

"…"

Such words would usually be pleasant to hear, but today they especially burned his face.

Brandon felt his face heating up.

Not to mention the complex training to come, just speaking of the basic training that had just taken place... it wasn't clear who was rescuing whom.

But at this moment, even if he told the truth, these lads probably wouldn't believe him, let alone that it would undermine the authority of the instructor.

Brandon coughed discreetly, "Anyway, don't go too far, he really is quite good and is someone the superior specifically asked to be looked after, that's enough."

"Alright, alright, we promise not to target him."

But they wouldn't cooperate either...

You train by yourself, let's see how you become a regular Mech Pilot.

"Look!" a warrior who glimpsed something suddenly laughed, "As soon as the instructor leaves, this guy can't do it, right?"

Current evaluation——"Poor".

The tablet in the instructor's hand was just a presentation panel collecting internal evaluations of the warriors currently training by the simulator system.

The true grading wasn't decided by the instructor himself, the motions being up to standard were judged by the simulator system.

At that moment, the simulator system was faithfully reflecting the training status within each simulator.

The feedback information unique to Group 21 was flashing a bright red light, alerting the instructor that this "group" had significant issues in their training situation.

Seeing this, Brandon frowned and murmured to himself, 'What's going on? Weren't they training well just now?'

"…"

That's not right, damn it!

Who was this kid training with after he left?

Or was he just casually using the lead Mech Pilot's module for fun?

Could he be tripping over himself walking? Otherwise, he wouldn't be rated as "Poor" by the system.

Who was the person he had coordinated so well with just now?

Damn it!

Brandon quickly put away the tablet to prevent the training warrior from peeping, and just instructed coldly.

"Train properly on your own! Don't slack off, got it? Even if you're the highest level in this group, it doesn't mean you're guaranteed to become a regular Mech Pilot. If your skills aren't sufficient, going into battle would just waste the city's resources. The final selection isn't up to me."

Having said this, Brandon turned and walked away. He was going to see what that synthetic boy was up to!

...

"I'm not quite used to this..." Bai E grimaced, "It feels uncomfortable."

Operating alone, his own plans for himself couldn't have been clearer.

But the two-second latency difference between the principal and the war Mech Pilot was too uncomfortable.

Distracted by calculating this time difference, he struggled even with the most basic level that he had initially passed effortlessly.

"How do I adjust this..."

It's not in the operating manual either...

"What are you doing?" Brandon's puzzled voice came from behind.