Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 596: The 'Monster' Newcomer at the Training Ground

"Still no news." Tilan sat on the bed in the single dormitory, looking at the light blue projection screen in front of her.

Turning off the screen, she lay in bed, thinking about the changes in the past two weeks.

First of all, I have a full understanding of military life. Perhaps in order to show the discipline and strength of the soldiers, the reports in the news media are relatively one-sided, and there is rarely any breath of life. But after getting along with them for this period of time, although the training is relatively strict, during the rest time, they are similar to ordinary people. They will chat and laugh, some like to play games, some like to eat delicious food, and so on.

If you think about it carefully, if a high-pressure and tense environment is maintained all the time, not to mention whether people will become mentally ill, accidents are very likely to happen in such a high-pressure environment, such as the camp roars and mutinies in ancient times.

The recruit training was over, and she had just transferred to the single dormitory in the combat camp tonight. She would officially board the mecha tomorrow, and she was a little excited. After all, she was still very young and curious about many things she had never touched before.

A good night's sleep and a good morning the next day.

In the lobby of the combat camp, Tilan and several newly-informed pilots stood upright and reported in as the instructor called out their names.

"Very good, everyone is here." The instructor looked to be around 50 years old, but his actual age might be older. He was an elite pilot who had retired to the second line.

He glanced at the 20 or so people in front of him and slowly walked past each of them.

"Since you are here, you have all passed a strict review and have been identified as talented people. However, on the battlefield, talent is not enough. Any lack of experience or carelessness will lead to regrettable failure."

"My duty is to pass on to you all the experience accumulated by these pioneers."

"This process is sacred and respectful. I don't want any of you to laugh or show contempt when I talk about these things. If you have any doubts, please raise your hand and ask loudly instead of whispering below."

"Yes!"

"Now, follow me." The instructor then took everyone to a small classroom in the combat camp and began to teach them the preparations before driving a mecha.

"The first is to check your own status, and the second is to check the status of your mecha. The latter will be a long familiarization process, so I won't talk about it today. I will only talk about the first part."

"Lack of sleep, insufficient nutrition, and unfamiliarity with the driving suit are all seemingly small details that can distract attention in a highly tense battle. Such interference factors must be avoided as much as possible."

……

After the first part of the instruction, it was already noon, followed by a 40-minute meal break.

Sitting in the restaurant, the newly trained pilots gathered together, and Tilan was soon asked about his name and situation.

"What? He joined the army halfway and went straight into the elite pilots' combat camp. There shouldn't be any connection between them." Many people came here after rigorous training and elimination at various levels in military academies, so they were naturally dissatisfied.

……

"It's so beautiful, it couldn't be because it fascinated some important person, so it was sent here. After all, the treatment of driving a mecha is the best among individual soldiers."

……

Tilan had been mentally prepared for these rumors, she just lowered her head and ate in silence. But Maggie on the side couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to speak up for her.

"What right do you guys have to say that about Hecate? She is just gifted. Besides, who would come to the military camp if they really wanted to pursue treatment and enjoyment? With her figure and looks, she can be a small celebrity without any comfort. If you have the guts, come and train with me on the training machine this afternoon. If you can't beat me, don't talk nonsense."

"Come on, you female gorilla." These words made Maggie so angry that she almost rushed over to punch him. Fortunately, the newcomers at the scene came over to pull her back and persuade her to stop, and the situation was finally calmed down.

It would not be good if the news of a fight on the first day got out. Even if it was not done by you but by your peers, it would affect your reputation. Everyone wants to be assigned to a good mecha team in the future.

In the afternoon, the combat camp went to the outdoor training ground.

This place is located outside the base, surrounded by barren mineral surfaces and many potholes, which should have been caused by shooting and fighting during past training.

Under the watchful eyes of the instructors and a group of students, the newcomers boarded the mechas one by one and began to adapt to the driving environment. Since most of them were military academy students, they were familiar with it. Only Tilan was doing it for the first time.

"You are Hecate, right? Your situation is rather special. Come to the simulation cabin over here first." The instructor looked at the girl who looked a little quiet and weak, and asked her to sit in the simulated cockpit to try it out first.

"Haha, as expected, she has to enter the simulation chamber first. I was wondering who would dare to let her enter the mecha for the first time. What if she goes crazy and starts crying and screaming?"

In response, Tilan just nodded in agreement, then calmly sat in the white simulation cabin, put on her helmet, leaned back in the seat, and soon the mechanical synthesized sound of AI rang out.

[Detect driver entry, whether to start the simulated cockpit, yes/no]
[yes]
[Beginning to secure the driver, please relax and lean back in your seat]
After that, the seat began to adjust automatically, and fixing devices extended from Tilan's waist, shoulders, and thighs. Then mechanical arms shaped like armrests extended from both sides to support the girl's arms and fix her wrists. This way, she could move her arms and drive the mechanical armrests on her sides without her arms swinging around during high-speed movement and turning.

[Neural connection device activated, please pay attention to your own feelings, and gradually synchronize neural signals]
The interface on the back of the chair was connected to the driving suit, and then the signal began to transmit. Tilan only felt a faint coolness and a slight electric tingling in the spine part of the driving suit. After that, according to the instructions, she slowly adapted herself to the new nerve signal, allowing the perception to slowly extend along the spine. Then she felt as if she had an extra part of her body.

[Detecting neural synchronization status...]
[Neural synchronization rate 96%, no abnormal reaction, evaluation: extremely excellent]
……

Ten minutes later, the simulated driving ended and Tilan walked out of the cabin.

At this time, the students in the training ground were looking at her in shock, as if they were looking at some strange creature. Some of them even opened their mouths and whispered, "How is this possible? Is she still a human?"

Although the instructor was also surprised, he remained calm.

"How do you feel now? Do you feel nauseous, tired, dizzy, or have any other discomfort?"

Tilan tilted her head and thought for a moment, "It seems not."

"Really?" the instructor confirmed again.

"This..." Originally, Tilan was still very confident, but when she saw that everyone felt a little uncomfortable, she became a little doubtful.

"I don't think so." She pressed her fingers lightly between her eyebrows, closed her eyes and checked herself. Everything was normal.

“It’s normal indeed.”

"In that case, you will start studying in the training machine like everyone else today."

Without having time to ask everyone the reason for their surprise, Tilan once again boarded the training machine on the side of the hall and started it up.

Unlike the previous simulation cabin, the neural signals connected this time fed back a more real "body", and then the inner wall of the spherical cockpit began to display the surrounding environment, as if she was not sitting in the cockpit, but sitting in a transparent sphere, looking at the outside world.

Following the prompt of the mechanical synthesized sound, Tilan began to let the mecha take the first step.

Hmm, it's a little shaky. Maybe the movement is not right?

……

Now I'm somewhat used to it, and my arms can move freely. …

After walking out of the tall warehouse, Tilan drove the mecha step by step to the outdoors. Outside, there was dry sand blowing, and on the ground covered with brown rocks and soil, large mechas about 60 meters high walked out slowly, like giants.

Soon, these giants began to move. Some of them began to try to speed up their pace, and then performed various movements, rolling, sliding, spinning, kicking, etc.

The mecha driven by Tilan followed behind the crowd like a child who had just entered kindergarten. His movements were a little clumsy and very unfamiliar.

"But she adapted very quickly." The instructor standing on the high tower overlooked the situation below and communicated with his colleagues beside him.

"Is this really the first time this kid is piloting a mecha? I don't see any record in her file." The technical officer at the side looked at the table projected in front of him.

"Yes, no wonder she was able to suddenly join in the training."

"This will be the seedling of an ace pilot. Such a high synchronization rate means that her reaction speed, acuity, and refinement of her movements are far beyond those of ordinary pilots."

"And she is also very strong and can adapt to the extremely high-powered mecha power reactor."

Throughout the afternoon, the trainees were adapting to the operation of the training aircraft and gradually became proficient in it. After that, the instructors released the flight authority. Some trainees turned on the jet power system of the mecha and began to try more difficult moves. Even without any weapons, a 60-meter-high behemoth could easily penetrate hills and rocks and break steel buildings with its own mass. The raised fist, with the help of the acceleration device, brought about a whistling wind like thunder, breaking countless stones on the wasteland.

In the cockpit, Tilan leaned back in the chair, raised her eyes slightly, scanned the data interface above her field of vision, gradually increased the speed of the mecha, and began to run on the ground. At first, the posture was a little awkward, but as she continued to move, she slowly found the most suitable movements and amplitudes for exerting force, and the control of the mecha became easier and more flexible.

If ordinary people piloting a mecha is like wearing thick fur gloves, then Tilan uses her fingers directly. She can clearly feel the surface of objects she touches and perceive the roughness, moisture, particles, etc. This allows her to pilot the mecha and use weapons to stab the intended target without much training.

For most drivers, a synchronization rate of 40% is acceptable. After a long period of training, they can operate the mecha to use various weapons and respond flexibly. When it reaches 60%, it is a top-level driver who can perform various difficult and sophisticated movements and greatly enhance the mecha's ability in close combat. Whether it is dodging, moving, or attacking, it is faster than ordinary people, forming a crushing advantage.

As for those with a synchronization rate of over 70%, there have been only a few in history. The highest existing record in the Federation is the hero who drove the Flame Lance in the early Sixth Era. His neural synchronization rate reached 87%. This allowed him to reach the threshold of Sequence 9 in the record after synchronizing and resonating with the Sequence 10 'God-like Machine' he was driving. He then shot through the weak 'Dark Sun' with one shot and completed the act of killing the gods.

Therefore, when the students saw Tilan's extremely abnormal synchronization rate data, they were in disbelief and thought she was some kind of "monster". Many people believed that there was something wrong with the data and it might be caused by the inaccurate simulation cockpit, but even so, it showed that she had a special talent.

In the evening, the trainees who had completed the training drove their respective mechas back to the warehouse. Tilan also walked out of the cockpit. Holding the helmet in one hand, she jumped off the mecha lightly, stood on the extended air bridge and looked back.

The white training machine standing quietly did not have too many decorations. Tilan standing in front of it was not even as long as one of the mecha's fingers. If the mecha was replaced by a real person, Tilan would only be as big as the little finger of this giant.

If you stand at the foot of the mecha, you probably need to look up, look up, and look up again to barely see your head.

Thinking about how such a huge mecha was made, Tilan returned to the training ground hall.

The instructor first pointed out some omissions and shortcomings he had seen in the afternoon, then gave some tips on driving, and finally announced the dismissal.

"Hecate, you stay."

"Okay, okay." Tilan, who was about to go back to take a shower, stopped.

He and the instructor came to a corner of the training hall. The instructor asked him to sit down and then asked about Tilan's driving experience.

"Overall, I've adapted to it. Nothing is too difficult to understand." After all, an afternoon is not long, and Tilan is starting from scratch and has not yet been exposed to any operations that are too difficult.

"It's good if you don't feel uncomfortable." The instructor wanted to teach some techniques to improve synchronization rate in a short period of time as he did in the past, but he stopped when he was about to say it. It seems that his experience is not applicable to the extremely talented girl in front of him.

"If you don't understand, ask me. Go back and rest today."

"Yes." Then Tilan bowed and returned to her dormitory.

Seeing the girl walking away, the technical officer who had been talking to the instructor came over again.

"I just pulled up her driving profile."

"And then?" Seeing that there was no further news, the instructor was quite puzzled.

"Nothing happened. Someone had already blocked it, and told me that I didn't have enough permissions to view it." The technical officer held his coffee and blew on it slightly.

"I guess in two days, you will also be interviewed and told not to publicize her specialness."

"It attracted the attention of the higher-ups so quickly." The instructor sighed.

"Perhaps they already knew about this, otherwise they wouldn't have so abruptly sent someone with no driving experience to such a high-level training camp, and even joined the army halfway."

"There are many places in the Federation where mecha pilots can be trained, but the Eighth Fleet has the most test projects. Many new technologies, new weapons, and new mechas are tested and improved here."

"In theory, it is possible to build more powerful and advanced mechas, but such things are beyond the scope of what normal people can drive. Can you imagine the scene of sitting in the center of a nuclear explosion and driving a mecha? The energy output power is beyond the range that an individual can withstand."

"The energy and weapon power of large starships far exceed those of mechas, but because they are so huge and heavy, it is difficult to make a variety of tactical changes. Dodging is out of the question. You can only use barriers and armor to resist."

"The flexibility of the mecha allows it to get very close to a large starship, and the opponent will be helpless against it, just like the elephant facing the mouse in chess."

"The battlefield value brought by the ace pilots of top-notch mechas is extremely high. This is also the pinnacle of individual combat effectiveness achieved by extraordinary people in this era."

"So I can imagine that this training ground will be bustling with activity soon." He drank the slightly cooled coffee.

"That's for sure." The instructor also nodded slightly.

"I don't know how many leaders of various factions are eyeing this ace seedling. If he can be recruited into their own army, it will be a great honor and a great honor."

"This is not a peaceful time. It is foreseeable that the military will become more and more important in the future. There may be a major war to be fought. Various forces are strengthening their influence in the military. Even an old man like me who is about to retire has received invitations from several private security contracting companies to serve as an instructor and train talents after I retire."

"That's good news for us." The technical officer put down the cup.

"After all, being valued is better than staying at the base for training for a lifetime. In the past, those powerful soldiers were worried about not having military merits to earn."

"Sometimes I feel conflicted. I hope that what I have learned can be valued and put to use in war, but I am also afraid of the cruelty of war. I am unlucky and die in it before I can realize my ambitions."

"The corruption of the Federation has gradually become apparent. I only hope that it can be reborn from the ashes once again. Although it has its shortcomings, without the Federation, I'm afraid human civilization will fall into hundreds or thousands of years of internal strife."

"It's useless to talk to you about these problems. We have to look at those politicians, those singers who can truly influence and control the upper class, and see what they think." The instructor picked up the hat beside the table, put it on, and stood up to leave.

"I am old now, and teaching this group of students well is my final duty."

(End of this chapter)