[Neural connection device activated, pilots please focus on personal sensations and gradually synchronize neural signals]
The interface on the back of the chair connected with the pilot suit, and then signals began to transmit. Tilan only felt a faint coolness and a slight electric tingling along the spine of the pilot suit. Then, as per the guidance, she slowly adapted to this new neural signal, allowing her perception to gradually extend along the spine, and subsequently, she felt as though she had an extra part of her body.
[Detecting neural synchronization status...]
[Neural synchronization rate 96%, no abnormal reactions, evaluation: exceedingly excellent]
...
Ten minutes later, the simulation training ended, and Tilan stepped out of the cabin.
At this mont, the trainees in the training ground looked at her with shock, as if they were looking at so strange creature. So even whispered, saying things like 'How is this possible, is she still human?'
Although the instructor was also surprised, he maintained a calm deanor. The M|V|LE&MPYR team worked hard on this chapter.
"How do you feel now? Any nausea, fatigue, dizziness, or other discomfort?"
Tilan tilted her head in thought, "It seems not."
"Really no discomfort?" the instructor confird again.
"This..." Originally confident, Tilan, seeing everyone thought she should feel so discomfort, also started doubting slightly.
"Probably not." She pressed her fingers lightly against her brow, closed her eyes, and perford a self-check, everything was normal.
"Indeed, everything is normal."
"Since that's the case, you will begin the training machine learning like everyone else today."
Without ti to inquire about the reason for everyone's astonishnt, Tilan boarded the training machine on the side of the hall again and started it up.
Unlike the previous simulation cabin, this ti the connected neural signals provided feedback of a more realistic 'body,' and then the inner wall of the spherical cockpit began to display the surrounding environnt, as if she wasn't sitting in a cockpit but inside a transparent sphere, looking out at the world.
Following the chanical synthesized voice prompts, Tilan began to make the ch take its first step.
Hmm, a bit shaky, maybe the movent is not quite right.
...
Now she's a bit adjusted, her arms can move freely.
...
After walking out of the tall warehouse, Tilan piloted the ch step by step outdoors. Outside, amidst the dry wind and sand, upon the ochre rocky soil, one after another towering ch about 60 ters tall stepped out, like giants.
Soon, these giants started to move, so began to try to pick up the pace and then perford various actions, rolling, sliding sideways, spinning, kicking legs, etc.
The ch piloted by Tilan followed behind the crowd, like a child just entering kindergarten, the movents appeared sowhat clumsy, quite unfamiliar.
"However, she adapts very quickly." The instructor standing on the tower looked down at the situation below and exchanged remarks with a colleague.
"Is it really her first ti piloting a ch? I see no records of it in her file." The technical officer next to him looked at the chart projected before him.
"Yes, no wonder she could suddenly join mid-training."
"This could be the makings of an ace pilot, such a high synchronization rate ans her reaction speed, acuity, and precision of movents far exceed ordinary pilots."
"Moreover, her inherent strengths are quite robust, capable of adapting to extrely high-powered cha power furnaces."
The whole afternoon, the trainees all adapted to controlling the training machines, gradually becoming proficient, and afterward, the instructor unlocked flight permissions, so trainees activated the chanical jet propulsion system on the ch, attempting even higher difficulty maneuvers. Even without any weapons, a massive entity 60 ters high could easily penetrate hills and rocks, snap through steel structures with its sheer mass. The raised fist, aided by acceleration devices, whipped up winds roaring like thunder, shattering countless stones on the wasteland.
Inside the cockpit, Tilan leaned back against the chair, her gaze slightly lifted, scanning the data interface at the top of her field of view, gradually accelerating the ch's speed, starting to run across the land. Initially, the posture was sowhat awkward, but as she continued to move, she gradually found the most suitable movents and extent for exertion, and the control of the ch beca more relaxed, more nimble.
If an ordinary person piloted a ch like moving with thick fur gloves, then Tilan was directly moving with her fingers, able to clearly perceive the surface of objects she touched, sensing the roughness, dampness, granularity therein, which allowed her to pilot the ch and strike pre-determined targets without much training.
For most pilots, achieving a synchronization rate of 40% is passing, and after long-term training, they can operate ch with various weapons and react flexibly, while reaching 60% ans a top-rank pilot, being able to perform various high-difficulty precise actions, greatly enhancing the ch's capability in close combat, be it dodging, moving, attacking, all faster than ordinary people, forming an overwhelming advantage.
As for synchronization rates above 70%, few have appeared in history, with the Federation's current highest record being at the beginning of the Sixth Era, held by the hero who wielded the Fla Lance, his neural synchronization rate reached 87%, allowing him, after resonating with the Sequence 9 'God Simulator' he piloted, to faintly reach the threshold of Sequence 10, and then penetrate the ailing 'Black Sun' with a single lance, accomplishing the Godslaying deed.
Therefore, when trainees saw Tilan's extrely abnormal synchronization rate data, they were incredulous, believing it to be so form of 'monster,' many thought the data had issues, possibly due to inaccuracies from the simulation cockpit, yet even so, it showed her Talent was exceptional.
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