Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 415 366 Mech Pilot Selection

Too many things had happened over the night, by the ti Bai E returned to camp, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Inside the tent, the sound of breathing was peaceful, yet as Bai E fumbled with his clothes, a pair of bright eyes suddenly popped out from behind.

Rose's voice, slightly hoarse, sounded sowhat furtive, "You went out to have fun for so long again? Can you take with you next ti?"

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Bai E knew she hadn't slept, and now, unperturbed, he glanced over his shoulder, "You don't have a Leave Camp Certificate..."

The regulations of the military camp itself were still an insurmountable mountain for them.

"That's true..."

"Looks like I need to figure out a way to get one too..." After a whisper of self-mumbling, Rose conscientiously reminded him, "Pay attention starting tomorrow, the assessnt is coming up."

Assessnt?

ch Pilot?

Indeed, nearly half a month had already flashed by, and the deadline for the official ch Pilot selection that was previously ntioned was fast approaching.

But...

"What's there to pay attention to, isn't it just normal training?"

"I heard that people from the chanical Court will co to observe secretly, starting from tomorrow we shouldn't ss around, alright?"

During ordinary training sessions, both of them occasionally tried to do their own thing, mainly acting independently of each other.

As a result, their scores on the simulator were not very impressive.

But with the formal assessnt drawing near, to continue playing around was definitely a recipe for self-destruction.

"Got it." Bai E nodded his head, without the slightest doubt about the source of the news.

Rose was enthusiastic and cheerful by nature, and even though her artificial origins naturally ca with an unfavorable filter when interacting with those natural-born ch Pilot candidates, as ti passed, she could easily blend into any group.

In chanic Camp, many pieces of news that Bai E didn't know, she could find out.

After changing into more comfortable shorts and a tank top for sleeping, Bai E pushed Rose's head and sent her back to sleep, "Sleep early, we'll get a Leave Camp Certificate for you when we have the chance."

"Got it!"

...

Early next morning, everyone in chanic Camp assembled with visible tension and excitent on their faces.

Their eyes road, trying to spot the VIP from the chanical Court.

Of course, the chanical Court was not part of the military camp; it was a small elite division similar to an Arbitration Place, directly governed by the City Senate.

But in terms of personal advancent, it was the next step for those in the armored camp. The level of tallic creations they had represented the pinnacle of Blackwater City's current technology.

As for the people there... they were all formidable figures, even without their chanical exteriors, this still held true.

For the natural-born individuals in the armored camp, the chanical Court was also an excellent direction for developnt.

Obviously, the current inquisitiveness of everyone was fruitless.

There was no unusual figure in sight, and since it had been said the observation would be secret, they wouldn't let these ch Pilot candidates find out easily.

In the anxious wait, the instructor finally arrived before everyone.

"I have so good news for everyone..." The instructor, with his hands behind his back, slowly swept his eyes over the expectant faces of all the warriors. In fact, the news about soone from the chanical Court conducting a secret assessnt was a hint he had discretely released to remind these youngsters, fearful they would ss up the important event with their cavalier attitudes.

Although structurally, the chanical Court was not a higher authority of the military camp and had no direct subordination relationship with it.

But for the armored camp within the military... especially for chanic Camp, the chanical Court was absolutely the superior path for promotion and advancent.

Moreover, selections made by outside inspections typically carried more authoritative and fair outcos, and the big bosses above were more willing to trust their opinions. Therefore, for the official selection of ch Pilots, their judgnt often played a decisive role.

The key was to seize the opportunity!

"Starting today, you will officially have access to our Titan-class armored chas, and... your performance today will determine whether you can beco a real ch Pilot."

Previously, the threats made during training were rely verbal. In reality, as long as one didn't perform too poorly, chances of being dismissed from chanic Camp during simulator training were slim.

The simulator was to lay the foundation for everyone. The real performance mattered when it ca to actual cha operation.

If it weren't for the loss of most of the Titan-class armored chas in the armored camp during the last sortie against the Bug Race, and the fact that the Armant Departnt was urgently manufacturing replacents, they should have been exposed to the actual chas even earlier.

Hearing that today was the day for results, the expressions of the long-ti training ch Pilot candidates suddenly beca tense.

Fearing that the anxiety would cause these kids under his charge to underperform, the instructor hesitated for a mont, but still spoke reassuringly, "Of course, you don't need to be too nervous, today's results don't define your future. Even if you don't beco an official pilot today, as long as your future training scores are excellent, you can still beco an official ch Pilot."

The allocation of Pilots in the armored camp was not a fixed number with an elimination system; a benchmark was set, and as long as one could et the requirents, one could beco an official ch Pilot.

But ti waits for no one...

Bai E glanced at his mission countdown — 15 hours 57 minutes 48 seconds.

The final day was upon him...

The mission that had been triggered during his first arrival at chanic Camp — the ti limit for the official ch Pilot task — had only this one day left.