Georgia lay straight on the bed with her eyes wide open. She touched the place where she used to wear the storage ring under the quilt and found it empty. She then sensed the situation of the magic pool and her breathing became slightly rapid. Finally, with trembling hands, she took out a completely cracked gray stone ornament from under her body. She stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her hand to lift the quilt to cover her head and rolled hard on the bed several times.
Really! It's not a dream! Intermediate! His magic cultivation aptitude has actually reached the intermediate level! The original small pond has become the current small lake! It is full of pure magic power! He is one step closer to returning home! The most important thing is that the simple storage ring given to him by his parents actually connected directly to his magic power after his aptitude was upgraded to the intermediate level, and after becoming virtual, it drilled into his magic power pool!
Holy object! It was actually a holy object that could be bound to the magic pool! His parents actually left him such a big surprise! In other words, he would never have to worry about the storage ring being discovered by others! He would never lose it again! The storage ring would be his most secret secret! The dark space in his dream was not a black hole at all, but his storage ring with a capacity that had been expanded countless times!
After a moment of silent excitement, he suddenly remembered the cracked ornament. He quickly lifted the quilt and sat up, frowning and trying hard to recall what happened yesterday. Then he froze for a moment, looked around this strange and spacious room, got out of bed and ran out.
In the conference room, Chu Rong tapped his laptop and said, "The mining team will stay and try to dig out all the mutated red tin ore underground within a month, and cover up the traces left by the imperial warship after it was dug away. Half of the investigation team will take the warship back with us, and the remaining half will cooperate with the mining team to check the surrounding area to see if there are any signs of other imperial personnel activities, and protect the safety of the mining team."
The two responsible persons responded in unison and wrote down his order.
After making sure that nothing was missed, Chu Rong waved his hand to adjourn the meeting, leaving only Zhuang Yu and Fan Xiangnan alone.
The door of the conference room opened and closed. Zhuang Yu retracted his gaze, took out a small bag and a small gray stone from his pocket, pushed them in front of Chu Rong, and said, "I found this on the bed where Qiao Qiao lay."
Chu Rong glanced at the two items, reached out and picked up the small bag, pointed at the gray stone, and asked, "What is this?"
"It's just an ordinary stone." Zhuang Yu said, feeling a little amused. He stretched out his finger and touched the small stone. "This stone has patterns on it. It should be a little toy that Qiao Qiao made when he was bored. He seems to like stones very much."
Chu Rong thought of Georgia trying to stay awake and looking for stones even though she was clearly feeling unwell. He narrowed his eyes, put away the small bag, and changed the subject, asking, "Have you figured out when he entered the medical room?"
Hearing his question, Zhuang Yu put away his joking attitude, clicked on a video on the electronic file, and replied: "The surveillance showed that he came into the medical room shortly after you entered, and he was still holding the small bag in his hand. After that, the surveillance lost its effect due to the influence of your mental power, and nothing was recorded."
In other words, Georgia probably discovered that Chu Rong had lost the small pocket after the sparring, and came to the medical room to return the small pocket to Chu Rong, and then suffered this unexpected disaster.
Everyone was silent for a few seconds. Fan Xiangnan glanced at Chu Rong, who was sitting in the upper seat with his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking, and asked Zhuang Yu, "Have you found out why the commander's mental strength has improved?"
Zhuang Yu came back to his senses, shook his head, frowned slightly, and replied, "No, the instrument didn't detect anything. The commander's improvement this time is just like the last time, there is no sign. I can only be sure that the repair chamber and the repair fluid are not the reason for the commander's improvement."
"Could it be the influence of the special magnetic field of this planet?" Fan Xiangnan guessed.
Mineral planets have some magnetic field problems to a certain extent, which have negative effects on the human body in various aspects and are not suitable for long-term living. The officer's mental strength has improved frequently since he came here, and combined with the strange energy storm reaction of this planet, he can't help but think about this aspect.
"No, aside from the energy storm, the planet's magnetic field is normally within the safe range." Compared to their cautiousness and solemnity, Chu Rong, the person involved, was much calmer and more composed. After denying this conjecture, he glanced at his two subordinates and said, "I left you here alone because I wanted to talk about my mental strength. I suspect my improvement is related to Georgia."
"Is it related to Qiao Qiao?!"
Zhuang Yu raised his voice unconsciously, and was so shocked that he almost jumped up from his chair. He stammered, "Sir, what do you mean? Qiao Qiao has suffered enough, you, please don't..."
Everyone in the Federation knew how important Chu Rong was to the Chu family and the Federation. If Qiao Qiao became his "medicine inducer", then Qiao Qiao's future...
"I vaguely sensed his mental power fluctuations when my mental power was out of control." Chu Rong gave her a cold look, suppressed her restlessness, and continued, "At that time, I regained some consciousness and realized that there was a weak healing power in the corner of the medical room that was helping me calm my mental power. The effect was good, but the power was too weak. By the time I wanted to protect him, the power had disappeared."
After hearing what he said, Fan Xiangnan's thoughts became clear instantly, and he said, "Last time when your mental power improved, Qiao was also lying on the bed in the medical room, and not long after you woke up, he woke up too. As far as I know, mental powers with special effects do exist. During the chaotic period of the Federation, there was a case of a big family secretly capturing people with special mental powers for research. Maybe Qiao's ancestor was one of them, and he lived in seclusion to avoid persecution."
"The Zerg also prefer strong and special mental powers..." Zhuang Yu added blankly. He felt cold all over and collapsed in the chair, muttering to himself: "How could this be? Qiao is only seventeen years old. Why did he have to go through all this? If people knew that his mental power would be useful to you..."
"So it's not a bad thing that he lost his mental power. The current Federation is not much better than the chaotic period in history. The Empire has also made many small moves. In addition, the bugs are ready to move again. Now he is the safest without his mental power." Chu Rong spoke coldly and rationally, but his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his tone was murderous: "Hide the fact that Georgia's mental power is special, send him all the purification fluid that is sent to me every month, and find a way to restore his mental power. I will be responsible for the consequences I have caused."
Zhuang Yu's heart was filled with love and sympathy for Georgia. Hearing this, he looked at him and said hesitantly, "What if he recovers, will you..."
"What do you think of my Chu family?" Chu Rong frowned and interrupted her, his eyes clear and frank: "I, Chu Rong, am not so despicable as to take advantage of a child."
Knowing that he was judging others by his own standards, Zhuang Yu rubbed his face and cheered himself up. He didn't even have the energy to complain about his boss's strange way of expressing self-blame. He nodded and replied, "I will try my best to find a way to help Qiao Qiao recover her mental strength." If she can't do it, she still has her master. There will always be a way if she works hard. Since it is a special type of mental power, maybe a miracle will happen.
Fan Xiangnan sensed his other intention and asked, "Sir, where are you going to place Qiao after we return to the headquarters?"
He did not ask the commander whether he wanted to take Joe in, but asked him where he wanted to place Joe, because he knew that from the moment Georgia's mental power was destroyed by the commander, Joe's taking in was a foregone conclusion.
Zhuang Yu also perked up after hearing this. He looked at Chu Rong expectantly and suggested, "Why don't we raise Qiao to my master? He's so smart, it wouldn't be bad for him to be a pharmacist in the future. You don't need mental strength to pass the exam to become a junior pharmacist. With his talent and love for plants, he may achieve some success if he concentrates on studying junior pharmacy in the future."
"No, his S-level physique should not be wasted in the laboratory." Chu Rong rejected her proposal with disdain and ruthlessness, stood up and said: "Get ready, we will set off for the return voyage tomorrow afternoon, meeting adjourned!" After that, he strode away, as if he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, they would come up with some unreliable suggestions.
Zhuang Yu stared at his back, slammed the table angrily, and whispered back, "What's wrong with the laboratory? Qiao is so cute, is she suitable to be with a bunch of stinky men like you? That's such a waste!"
"Stinky man" Fan Xiangnan looked at her and decided to be rude for once, so he stood up and left without saying hello to her.
Zhuang Yu became even angrier upon seeing this, and almost couldn't help but roar. He stared with his eyes wide open and sulked for a while, then suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the electronic document and left the meeting room.
Georgia went to the medical room in a black pajamas that was obviously too big for him, but unfortunately he found nothing. The white-haired monster was not there, nor was Zhuang Yu, nor any familiar people. After looking for no one, he went to the bedside and looked around, but he couldn't find the small pocket. He moved his ears, puzzled.
It was strange. In order to avoid accidentally sucking up the Philosopher's Stone in the small pocket, he specially put the small pocket under his pillow. But where is the thing now? Was it picked up by someone?
He looked again but still couldn't find it, so he had to sheepishly stop the obviously busy medical assistant and ask in a low voice.
"Small pocket? Ah, I remember, Sister Zhuang made up the bed after you were taken away by the officer. If you left something here, she must have put it away." The assistant replied. Seeing that his face was ruddy and his breathing was steady, he smiled and asked with concern: "Do you feel better? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Do you need me to check you again?"
Georgia's ears straightened up with fright. He quickly shook his head to indicate that it was not necessary. After thanking again, he turned and left the medical room. He felt panic-stricken - why did everyone around Sister Zhuang Yu like to examine him? It was too, too scary.
After that, he went to the training room again, but still did not see the white-haired monster and his group. Even the only person he was familiar with, Tan Shengwei, was not seen.
He frowned, and after leaving the training room, he glanced at the area where the meeting room he had been to last time was. He hesitated for a moment, but still did not run around. He walked towards his room with some frustration. He did not know what had happened to the white-haired monster now, and the ornament that he had accidentally absorbed. That thing looked very expensive. He did not know if the white-haired monster would allow him to "borrow" it for a while, and then return it to him when he had money... And what happened yesterday, how could he explain it so that it would not seem suspicious...
Just as I was distracted, a familiar old voice suddenly came from the front.
"Why aren't you in your room? What are you running around so early in the morning?"
He was startled, stopped and looked up, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly went over to him and said happily: "Grandpa Ren! Did you come here specially to see me? Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat with me--"
Old Man Ren felt uncomfortable with the word "especially" and interrupted him with a stern face. He took out a nutrient and threw it to him, saying, "Follow me."
He took the nutrient, swallowed the rest of his words, followed him with a good temper, and asked: "Grandpa Ren, is your part stuck again? This is not a solution. When I'm not here anymore, you——"
What he meant was, would Ren Mo Ze be unable to find anyone to move the parts without this kid?
"Shut up!" He turned around and glared at Georgia in anger. Seeing Georgia staring at him like a frightened quail, he choked and added dryly, "You're yelling and disturbing the neighbors."
"So that's how it is." Georgia breathed a sigh of relief, and approached him without holding a grudge. She lowered her voice and said, "I thought you didn't like me, Grandpa Ren. I'll lower my voice a bit. Do you think this volume is okay?"
Old Man Ren: "…" Who has ever liked you! Who has ever liked you!
"Grandpa Ren?" Georgia asked puzzledly.
"...very good." Old Man Ren replied to him aggrievedly, quickened his pace, and his face became even more stern.
Georgia was unaware of this and also quickened her pace. She had no place to vent her good mood about her improved magic talent, and she turned from a silent baby into a chatterbox, talking excitedly: "Grandpa Ren, I got a mecha model. Do you want to see it? It's beautiful. I wish I could make such a beautiful mecha."
When Old Man Ren heard this, his heart moved. He turned around and looked at him, his eyes softened a little.
The two came to the small room where the spare parts were placed again. Georgia helped Old Man Ren move the parts to the instrument in a familiar manner, then sat in the corner and took out the small mecha.
"Come here and help me." Old man Ren stood in front of the instrument, his face full of dissatisfaction with his lack of tact.
Georgia was stunned, and seeing the impatience in his eyes, she quickly put away her mecha and walked over, standing beside him obediently, her eyes glued to the parts.
"This part is the connecting shaft of the weapon slot." Old Man Ren didn't care whether he understood or not, and when he stood over, he turned on the recorder, showed him the perspective view of the part, pointed out a few points and said, "I modified this connecting shaft three times. The first version was a complete failure and was directly discarded. The last time you came here was the second version, and this is the third version. You touched the first two versions, now try to see the difference between this version and the previous two versions."
Georgia looked at the perspective drawing, then at the parts in front of her that seemed to be no different from the previous two times. She tried to recall the appearance of the parts she had seen the previous two times, frowned, and walked around the parts again. Finally, she moved closer to the perspective drawing and enlarged it to take a look. She hesitated and said, "It seems...it's getting bigger..."
Totally unprofessional answer.
Old Man Ren did not comment, but pulled up two more perspective views and asked, "Anything else?"
The three perspective drawings clearly showed the internal structure of the parts. Although the differences between the three were subtle, they could be seen if one looked carefully. Georgia compared and observed them, and gradually figured out something. The more she looked, the more she felt that the way a part was connected in the third version looked very familiar. She couldn't help but move closer and looked at the familiar part again and again, her eyes widened: "This..."
Seeing that he finally grasped the key point, Old Man Ren nodded in satisfaction, turned off the perspective view, took out a few small mechanical dolls from the space button and placed them in front of him. He picked up one of them and said, "This is the doll you gave to a team member. It was modified from a broken household robot. You retained most of its main body, changed its appearance by smelting, and added mechanical movable joints, but did not change the sound system."
Georgia looked over, his eyes widened, and he was speechless looking at the familiar doll - how could the doll he gave to Captain Tan be in Grandpa Ren's hands? And it looked like it had been thoroughly studied.
"This is the gadget you gave to kid Fan. It's completely homemade. The mechanical structure inside is very sophisticated and does not belong to any existing mechanical design school." Old Man Ren picked up another metal pendant and played with it for a while, then put it down and picked up the electronic pen on the third place: "This is the object you modified the least, but also the most ingenious. Different from the rigid mode of traditional electronic pens, you added some fun to it, but for this little joke-like modification, you used a special parts transfer method that has never appeared before."
Georgia already knew what he was going to say, and couldn't help but move her eyes to the parts in front of her.
"I used your method of connection when modifying the third version of the parts. Facts have proved that my choice was not wrong. You are very smart, much better than me." Old Man Ren also looked at the part with a distant gaze. "Eight years ago, a famous frame design master refuted the idea of a pure manual-piloted mecha proposed by an excellent mecha warrior and denounced him as a lunatic who tried to destroy the existing order. He mocked him for wanting to drag the entire human race down with him when he was useless."
Georgia's ears twitched, and he turned his head to look at him, vaguely aware of the identity of the "excellent mecha warrior" he mentioned.
"Later, he found me, who was secretly researching pure manual-piloted mechas, and invested heavily in me." Old Man Ren touched the parts in front of him, his eyes becoming determined. "Seven years ago, I abandoned all traditional mecha manufacturing materials that were judged based on whether they could be integrated with mental power, and used a batch of materials that were completely incompatible with mental power to create the first pure manual-piloted mecha. Six years ago, the mecha warrior who was accused of being a 'maniac' at the time drove the mecha I designed and crushed the then-No. 1 in the empire."
Georgia's eyes lit up as she pictured the white-haired monster driving a mecha and overlooking all living things.
"But both I and the mecha warrior know that the attempt was a failure. In that battle, he used his mental power to the last moment and made the winning move." Old Man Ren lowered his voice and turned his head to look at Georgia. His expression became serious: "Georgia, I have been trying over the years, but I have only developed a semi-finished mecha that can be driven manually and mentally. A purely manually driven mecha is still a realm that no one can reach. My thinking has been limited, but you haven't. You grew up in a completely free environment and received an education that is completely different from the general public. Your thinking is free."
Georgia looked at him, and in a trance she seemed to see the grandfather, the clan leader who told her that even without magic, she could become an excellent dwarf warrior. They were all wise men who were unwilling to let their thinking succumb to the secular world, and they worked hard to discover and cultivate children who were free from the secular world and become their guiding lights.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Just when Georgia couldn't help but open his mouth to say something, Old Man Ren retracted his gaze, put away all the dolls, threw him an electronic notebook, and said in his original cold voice, "Help me record the data. Don't make any mistakes."
Georgia was stunned and confused - wasn't she just reminiscing about the past, looking forward to the future, and looking like she was about to choose a young hero? What was going on now?
"Hardness: worry; performance: good - what are you standing there for? Remember this!" Old man Ren changed his previous indifferent tone and started hitting the parts as soon as he disagreed with something, revealing his bad temper.
"Ah? Oh." Georgia came back to her senses and quickly picked up the electronic pen to record it. Her mind was full of question marks - so what was Grandpa Ren talking about just now? Was he too lonely to find someone to tell the story of the past?
The data required to test the semi-finished parts were very complicated, and the two of them were busy for the whole morning, leaving them no time to talk about anything else.
It was the first time that Georgia really came into contact with things related to mecha making. He felt that a whole new door had been opened before his eyes. The busier he was, the more excited he became. In the end, he was even more excited than the leader, Old Man Ren. He maintained a strong desire for knowledge throughout the process and madly absorbed everything he could understand.
After writing down the last number in the electronic notebook, Georgia gently touched the data on it, handed the notebook back to Old Man Ren, and looked at him expectantly, her ears moving, waiting for his evaluation.
Old Man Ren didn't even look at the contents of the electronic book. Instead, he stretched out his hand to him and said, "Where's that little mecha you made? Take it out and show it to me."
Georgia was startled, and pretended to touch the space button in her pocket, but actually took out the small mecha from the storage ring bound to the magic pool between her eyebrows, and gently placed it in his hand. She said a little embarrassedly: "I later changed the weapon slot, but it was always wrong. I still know too little about weapons."
Old Man Ren glanced at him, took the mecha in front of him to have a look, then took out a pen from his pocket, drew a few strokes on the weapon slots and shoulder joints of the mecha, and handed it back to him: "Modify it according to this size. Also, think about how you want to make a living in the future when you go back." After that, he pressed the indoor communication, called an assistant, and waved his hand to send the guest away.
Before he could ask anything, he was "sent" out by the assistant. Georgia glanced at the closed metal door, took out the small mecha from the storage ring, and thought of what Old Man Ren said, and became a little absent-minded.
What do you want to live on?
He touched a few lines on the small mecha, his eyes confused.
Before coming here, his dream was to be an excellent dwarf warrior, to dig a lot of mines for his people, to make a lot of tools and weapons, to help protect his people, so that his parents would no longer worry about him and be proud of him. Dwarves are very diligent in eating, and there is food everywhere in the forest, so dwarves never lack food.
But when I got here, I lost my home, my family, and my parents. It seemed that my previous dreams were gone...
"What are you doing standing in the middle of the road?"
The back of his collar was suddenly lifted up, he came to his senses, and then was hit in the face by the nutrient solution.
"Eat. Let's go out after eating. Just stay still when you wake up. Why are you running around and getting all greasy." Chu Rong, who had been looking for him for a while, frowned and shook him. His eyes swept around his face. After making sure that his breathing was stable and normal, he relaxed his brows, put him down, and pinched his ears - he was really frail. This physique would probably suffer after training. He had gained so much strength in vain.
Georgia was already used to his bad attitude. She was also worried about what happened last night. Now that she finally saw him, she took the initiative to go over to him and "torture" him. She stammered and explained, "I went to see you yesterday, and then accidentally fell asleep in the medical room. Later, um, later... I did some strange things when I was half asleep. You, you... that is, can you lend me the ornament you gave me yesterday temporarily? I'll give you another one in the future. I promise it will be better looking than this one! Really!" After she finished speaking, she looked at him nervously, her hands unconsciously grabbing the hem of her pajamas.
After he fell into a coma last night, his consciousness was hazy. He only knew that the white-haired monster lifted his quilt, carried him for a while, and then stuffed something into his hand. Today, he woke up in a strange room with a drained magic stone beside him. He guessed that the white-haired monster couldn't stand him and took him back to the room, and he stole the magic stone again.
Having done a lot of embarrassing things, he now just hoped that the other party didn't notice the strange situation that the Philosopher's Stone in his arms had been sucked dry.
Chu Rong paused after hearing this, lowered his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds, couldn't help but rubbed his hair hard, picked him up again, and scolded: "Don't run around in the future, I'm afraid you will be stupid enough to kill yourself."
"I'm not running around, I'm going to help..." Georgia was carried by him obediently, not quite understanding what his reaction meant, and retorted in a low voice.
You even talked back?
Chu Rong glanced at him indifferently, shook him, walked towards the exit, and said generously: "I'll give you this ornament." It's just an expensive stone, the Chu family has plenty of them.
Georgia's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she couldn't help but grab his clothes affectionately - the white-haired monster was indeed a good person!
He finally realized that the direction they were heading in seemed a little wrong, so he tightened the nutrient in his hand and asked doubtfully, "You want to take me out? Where to?" Did he think he was too willful for taking the ornaments randomly and wanted to throw him out?
Thinking of this, his ears couldn't help but straighten up, his body stiffened, and he began to panic again.
Chu Rong looked at the nervousness and fear written all over his face, and couldn't help pinching his ear. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he quickly suppressed it and said with a deliberately fierce face: "We will set off to return to the main star tomorrow. We will stay on the road for a few days. Today I will take you out to bask in the sun, so that you won't get moldy staying in the room every day."
Sunbathing?
Georgia's ears, which had been stretched straight, quickly relaxed and trembled with excitement, his eyes showing anticipation - although being on the ship was also good, the dwarves were a race that loved nature, and he missed the feeling of being surrounded by nature.
So again, the white-haired monster is indeed a considerate and kind person!
The two came to the exit they had been to last time when they took the mecha to the red tin mine. Chu Rong took off a mecha standard space button from his neck and waved it towards the open space. A tall and heavy pure black mecha with golden patterns appeared on the open space.
Georgia looked up and unconsciously held her breath.
What a domineering mecha!
Different from all the mechas seen before, the appearance of the mecha in front of him was far superior to those before. It stood there like a giant beast lying down with its eyes closed after drinking blood. Although it had restrained all its aggressiveness, the bloodiness and aggression could not be ignored.
The overflowing magic power sensed the aura of the strong man, and rushed over eagerly, and then a very sharp thought blocked the magic power back, as if to devour and bite the magic power that rushed over. He was startled and quickly took back the magic power, his eyes fell on the dark golden lines on the mecha, and his eyes were more curious.
This pattern seemed to be more than just decoration; it felt like a material extracted from some kind of animal.
"Don't be in a daze."
A familiar breath approached, and then his waist tightened, his body flew into the air, and the next second, he was already standing in the cockpit of the mecha.
Unlike the black mecha driven by Fan Xiangnan, the cockpit of this mecha is even smaller. Although there is a co-pilot seat, it is to the side and rear of the main driver's seat. The space is very small, probably only enough for a person to stretch his legs.
Chu Rong found a protective shield and put it on him. He looked at the mecha space button necklace in his hand with confusion, which seemed to have something wrong with it. He quickly ignored it, stretched out his arm to press him to sit on the passenger seat, buckled his seat belt, patted the top of his protective shield, and instructed: "Don't move, watch my movements carefully." After that, he walked to the main driver's seat, sat down, put on the protective shield, and turned on the mecha.
Georgia looked guiltily at the space button necklace he placed on the operating table, his eyes swept over the two small earth magic stones that had completely lost their luster at the connection of the necklace, and silently added another debt to his debt in his heart.
A slight startup sound was heard, and the indicator lights in the cockpit lit up in sequence. A circular translucent screen that almost surrounded the entire cockpit was projected in the air, directly displaying the scenery around the mecha.
Georgia's attention was immediately drawn away, and she couldn't help but exclaimed - it was too clear, it was as if they were standing in the surrounding scenery instead of the mecha. There were so many screens, almost several times the number of Fan Xiangnan's mecha!
"Don't be distracted."
Chu Rong's cold voice came from in front of him. He retracted his gaze and looked over.
The slender and powerful hands were placed on the operating panel with complex buttons. Georgia noticed that the operating panel of this mecha was completely different from the one operated by Fan Xiangnan. There were more buttons and some strange pull-rod-like devices.
"Let's go."
A slender finger pressed a button, and the mecha took off into the air, rushing towards the outside of the warship at an unstoppable speed. At the same time, Chu Rong's cold voice sounded in the cockpit.
"In the past, it was believed that only people with mental power of B level or above could pilot mechas, but that is actually wrong. As long as you work hard, even people without mental power can become excellent mecha warriors."
Georgia looked at his rapidly moving hands on the operating instrument, and thinking of what Old Man Ren had said, she vaguely understood the purpose of him personally setting up the mecha and bringing her out this time.
"The only advantage of psycho-driving over manual driving is that the psycho-driving can be synchronized with the mecha, sensing the surrounding environment at the fastest speed and responding at the fastest speed in combat. But when your eyesight and hand speed reach a certain level, the advantage of psycho-driving can actually be infinitely narrowed by efficient manual driving. When the two are completely equal, combat experience and combat awareness are the key to whether you can win."
Chu Rong rarely spoke so much, and Georgia listened carefully, her eyes sweeping across the circular screen that clearly reflected the surrounding environment, her heart surging - mechas are weapons for the strong, whether they are strong in mental strength or physical strength.
"Georgia, you have to remember that the third-degree disability is just a shackle imposed on you by others. In fact, it is nothing. You can still become strong without mental strength."
Since the birth of mecha, mental power has always been the only criterion for determining whether humans can drive it. In the past, there have even been cases where people with physical weakness became mecha warriors by relying on excellent mental power. However, when the situation is reversed, when someone has physical strength but no mental power, he will be directly classified as a third-degree disabled person. Not to mention driving a mecha, even his daily life will be affected.
In this era where even newborn babies have spiritual power, the role of spiritual power has penetrated almost every aspect of life. It takes spiritual power to enter the star network, to go to school and use teaching software, to work and operate various instruments, and even to apply for an ID card, you need to leave a trace of spiritual power for identity recognition. It can be said that a person without spiritual power can hardly take a single step in this era.
When the first person proposed the concept of a purely manual-driven mecha, everyone laughed at him mercilessly, saying that he was fanciful and wanted to change the world. But when someone really stood at the top by relying on pure manual driving and stepped on the spiritual genius that everyone thought of with a mecha, everyone was silent, and then went crazy.
It turns out that it is really possible! Pure manual driving is not a joke! Physical qualifications alone are no longer the representative of barbarians, but another possibility of heroes!
Unfortunately, this madness only lasted a few days, because people found that pure manual driving required too much physical strength, and most people could not meet that requirement. Even if they were lucky enough to meet it, manual driving's requirements for dynamic vision and keen senses scared away a large number of people.
"That's because they are useless and have no ambition to make progress!"
The mecha stopped at some point. Chu Rong took off the protective shield, walked up to Georgia and looked down at him. He put his hand on the top of his protective shield and said in a deep voice, "If your aptitude is not enough, practice. If your dynamic vision is too poor, watch more. If your senses are dull, go to actual combat and improve slowly. Physical strength is the easiest aptitude to improve. As long as you work hard, you will be rewarded."
Georgia looked up at his proud and confident appearance and felt that he seemed to be glowing.
"So, Georgia." Chu Rong helped him take off the protective shield, bent down to look him in the eye, and pressed his finger on his forehead: "You have the qualifications to become a strong man. When you enter society in the future, you can directly ignore that ridiculous third-level disability assessment."
His eyes were serious, full of trust in him, as if he had used his strength to tear apart the world's definition of him, climbed to the top and became a true strong man.
Georgia thought of herself running freely in the forest in the past. She took one look at this fascinating cockpit. The magic power was boiling in the magic pool. Her emotions were completely aroused and her face slowly turned red with excitement.
"Georgia." Chu Rong's hand moved down and landed on his shoulder. He pinched it gently and said, "I can give you everything you need to become stronger, so are you willing to follow me? As long as you work hard, one day, your name will be engraved on the list of excellent mecha warriors in the Federation, and you will have a place in the military."
Georgia looked into his deep eyes and was bewitched by the passionate future he promised. He almost accepted his invitation, but he suddenly remembered what Old Man Ren asked him, his origins that were like a time bomb, the military identity required to stay by his side and the inconveniences that this identity represented, the joy he had in the past when he and his tribesmen went to mine, refine ores, and make tools and weapons, the amazement he had when he first saw the mecha, and the small mecha lying in his storage ring. He was silent for a few seconds, raised his eyes, met his gaze, shook his head firmly, and said seriously: "No, I don't want to."
Compared to fighting, he really preferred the feeling of various machines slowly taking shape in his hands. Besides, he still had a lot of things to do, so he was destined to not be able to concentrate on responding to the white-haired monster's expectations. That was unfair.
The determination on Chu Rong's face froze. He looked at him deeply for a few seconds, and then, as if he had heard something incredible, he grabbed his collar and lifted him up, shaking him vigorously. His bad temper surfaced again, and he asked fiercely, "Damn bald chicken, what did you just answer? You actually said you didn't want to?"
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