Chapter 7 Learning Mecha Landing
Oh, it seems that More is still a good boy. When he said he wanted to compete with me, he didn’t mean to fight with me.
——I subconsciously thought it was a fight and I thought it was Ars's fault. After being with him for a long time, my mind was full of violent tendencies, even though I was obviously a good young man with a good family background.
The competition that Moore mentioned refers to one of the several modes in the virtual training room. In addition to the duel mode, there are also field racing, interstellar bandit suppression, outdoor survival, etc.
Speaking of outdoor survival, it suddenly occurred to me that in my first year of slacking off, I seemed to have learned some mecha driving theory, but I really couldn’t remember anything just now.
...Haha, I was wondering why I learned so quickly when they taught me. I thought I was gifted, but it turns out I was just re-training myself.
I'm really sorry, we office workers can't remember anything we've forgotten and rely entirely on instinct.
So, I hope he doesn't choose outdoor survival. I have basically forgotten this knowledge that I have never put into practice.
Oh, no, the only course I still remember was postpartum care for wild creatures.
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Purely because it had such a huge impact on me, I listened very carefully for the first time in my life. Even today, six years later, I still remember it vividly.
Maybe I would be suitable to study zoology or become a veterinarian.
While I was distracted, More had also made his choice—
"Interstellar Bandit Suppression." Moore glanced at the list in front of him and looked at me. "A simple PVE duel. Whoever kills the most pirates wins. How about it?"
Oh, so this is what we call bandit suppression.
I am a would-be space pirate and the future heir of Nebula. The first thing I do after learning how to operate a mecha is to kill space pirates.
The whole family was very happy.
"Okay." I tried to keep a straight face so as not to laugh out loud, then nodded.
The entire lounge began to expand into a large space, and our two mechas reappeared. As Moore said, he changed into the same basic mecha as me.
"Come on, Alger, brother More is awesome!" Angel consciously sat on the sofa prepared in the lounge, while More and I simultaneously selected our mechas and clicked on the confirmation interface.
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This scene is probably based on a real scene. Both the modeling and the video are very beautiful. The previous situation is probably that the pirates hijacked a planet and used the indigenous people on the planet as bargaining chips to demand a huge ransom and weapons and mechas from the empire.
The player is an imperial mecha soldier stationed on this planet. The pirates want a ransom so they won't touch the natives of the planet within 24 hours, but the player as a soldier must break out at all costs within two hours.
Of course, the flow of time in it is different from the real flow of time. The actual time for the whole game is about 45 minutes. There is also a ranking list, but because we conducted private training in the lounge, it was not included in the overall ranking data.
It's like practice mode.
And forty-five minutes is the normal time for primary mental training.
The guy named Mor had considered the fact that I had just awakened. He is indeed someone close to my brother - compared to the group of perverts around me, he is too normal.
If it were Ars, the situation would definitely turn out to be like "If you're a man, kill him for two hours."
I was operating a standard mecha and fighting against AI-controlled pirates. It was a bit awkward at first, but gradually I seemed to have mastered the use of mental power to assist in the operation of the mecha.
Just as Lin said, there is no need to learn how to use mental power. It is something that becomes instinctive once it is awakened. It is very much like idealism. You act when you feel like it and hit wherever you point.
The opposing AI is too slow. Their every move, attack route and movement route are all presented in my mind in advance. I can easily block their every operation and then easily get rid of them.
Even I don't lose blood, and the wear rate of the mecha is also very low.
Is this what it feels like to use mental power to assist in controlling a mecha?
Because it wasn't a duel with a real person, the simulated SS level I set up previously didn't take effect.
This is my own spiritual power.
I don't know if it's S-level or SS-level, but it's not the A-level I mentioned.
Mechas fell one after another around me, and I didn't even look to see how many I had shot down.
Isn't this the ultimate Star Pirate? Hitting the enemy's core module with a single laser cannon can kill the most enemies with the least amount of energy.
I even started playing two-in-one.
I'm sorry, my fellow pirates. The feeling of chopping melons and vegetables is beyond my imagination. I apologize for not understanding why everyone wanted to go to military school and drive mechas.
Mecha is romance!
Now I am a partner of justice, not the heir of a star pirate. I am just an ordinary imperial soldier who is trying hard to drive a mecha to break through in order to save the planet.
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No, I cannot reveal my level of mental power. What I just introduced is A-level mental power. If S-level appears in the empire, it will definitely attract the attention of others and be investigated.
[Ding ding ding, don't worry, host. Your current level is on par with the other party.]
OK, very good, my system, maintain this balance, and remember to remind me if it exceeds.
[Okay, host, leave it to me~]
I have to keep my various character settings in mind. After all, I am a poor office worker whose family is wanted by criminals and who is responsible for stabilizing the world and protecting the happiness of the protagonist's younger brother.
To be honest, it's really easy to go wrong when there are too many personalities. My fellow villagers also have a deep misunderstanding of me. Every time they assign me tasks, they don't think a normal person can do them.
I always feel like I've endured a lot of unnecessary things.
I want to die, but I think someone else should die.
I could become a writer someday, and write a memoir, with a dozen or so identities in my self-introduction: a golden persona, the heir to the Nebula, a person with hidden SS-level psychic powers... When I travel, I might even be rejected by a hotel—
The reason is that there is not enough space for so many people.
Don't tell me, don't tell me, isn't this more interesting than being a Sea King?!
[Beep beep, host, please focus. The current performance has completely surpassed that of A-level mental power. The protagonist seems to have noticed something is wrong.]
I see, there's no room for distraction with A-level mental strength, right?
Is the gap between A-level and S-level so big?
[Host, you are currently SS-level. The highest level of spiritual power in this world is SSS-level, and there is only one person who can reach that level. After the protagonist awakens, a second SSS-level person will appear. You are already in the top three spiritual powers in this world.]
Please don't treat yourself as an S-rank! After all, you are a direct replica of the protagonist! Questioning yourself is questioning the ability of the protagonist of this world, which shows distrust of all work!
It's so scary. The system doesn't even say the cute "Didi Didi".
But you better explain to me about that SSS-level thing. Isn't your brother the only SSS-level one?!
I don't want to hear that my brother's official match is this SSS-level one!!!
【…Host, please play your game well first. 】
Haha, system, you hesitated, you hesitated, you didn’t say anything, but I already know everything.
We'll settle this later.
At least I was a little serious - although this seriousness was not used to try hard to kill the enemy, but to try hard not to look like a cheater.
I can only say that my performance in the first fifteen minutes and the last thirty minutes was different.
The acting was so poor that I couldn't bear to watch it myself, but fortunately it was enough to fool the children. Thanks to my innocent and lovely brother, he didn't notice it.
The final result was that I had a slight advantage.
I'm sorry, brother. This is the limit of my ability. I have to control myself. Otherwise, you would have lost even more miserably.
"Thank you."
I nodded at the somewhat incredulous boy in the bunny ear mask who looked like he was about to break.
I understand the frustration of training for two and a half years and then losing to a newcomer.
"Alger is so amazing, he has killed more than More." Angel was surprised and excited. More next to him had a sour face and couldn't believe it.
"Hey, what time do you usually come to the training room?" he asked.
I thought about it and said, "It's probably after seven in the evening. I should go to bed by ten. I should leave in about ten minutes."
"Are you a good kid? Going to bed at ten o'clock? Stay with me a little longer!"
"I'm still a child. If I don't sleep well, I won't grow taller." As an adult who has regretted his height before, he should cherish this hard-earned rapid growth. When I grow to 1.9 meters, Ars will not be able to lift me like weights.
"It's the 2024 star calendar, and the height gene can be perfectly adjusted!" When Moore heard what I said, he seemed to have seen some ancient gorilla.
Oh, I forgot this is Interstellar.
Maybe it’s because my lifestyle is too retro and I’m a left-behind child who dropped out of school.
However, anything involving genetic adjustments is very expensive, like the mental injection that Ars received, the price of one injection could buy an entire starship.
"I'm poor."
Poverty is the root cause, poverty is the basis. My cheap dad holds the idea that a loving father often spoils his children. I don’t have any pocket money at all. All my food, clothing and other necessities are provided at the base, and I don’t have any place to spend money.
This has led to me almost forgetting the concept of money.
However, these pirates who have no romantic genes will all give me money on my birthday - some also give me weapons, but they are all confiscated by Jamila.
But it is said that they all deposited the money directly into my account. Since I didn’t have internet access before, I still don’t know how much money is in my account.
——Speaking of which, there was a time when I was a child when I always suspected that I was an illegal resident, after all, I was raised by a group of wanted criminals.
Then when I told Jamila about this, he laughed for ten minutes, and then told me that the people in the Empire still don’t know the real name of Cheap Daddy, and the names on the wanted posters of most people in Nebula are code names.
While I was shocked by the empire's backward arrest technology, I also indirectly understood that I had a household registration, so it was normal for me to have an account in my name.
But I haven't checked the account, so if I haven't checked it, it doesn't exist, so it's reasonable for me to be poor.
Perhaps they were stunned by my self-righteous tone, and for a moment the lounge for three people was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Perhaps the concept of "poor" did not exist for the two young boys in front of them.
Then Moore's friend request came in, and after I accepted it, he sent me eight red envelopes in a row.
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Are you a tsundere type with a Chuunibyou syndrome?!
If a good kid like this suddenly appears, I really don’t want to go back and face those perverts!
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