First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Hand Operation

Lian Sheng chatted with Ji Ban for a while longer.

There wasn't much to talk about regarding her past, nor was it appropriate to say, so she mostly drew out information from Ji Ban.

Ji Ban used to attend school normally, but later, due to an accident and injury, his mental state suffered, and his interpersonal relationships became strained, leading him to choose to drop out and recuperate.

He didn't like the school's curriculum, and Father Ji didn't want to force him anymore, so he stayed home, self-studying the commands for manually operated mechs.

The factory never received outside guests, so few people chatted with him. Hundred Meter Flying Dagger was introduced by his father, described as a trustworthy person, and they got acquainted afterward.

Seeing it was getting late, Lian Sheng said goodnight to him and then lay down to rest.

Fang Jianchen had a match against Ji Ban the next day.

Lian Sheng and the others were very interested in Ji Ban's manually operated mech situation, so they went over, planning to use the projection room upstairs in the training building to watch the match carefully and analyze the relevant data.

Fang Jianchen stood at the door, looking back every three steps, saying tragically, "I'm going."

Cheng Ze said disdainfully, "Get lost."

Fang Jianchen took another step forward, then said sorrowfully, "I'm really going!"

Cheng Ze shouted angrily, "Hurry up and get lost!"

"Although running away goes against my dignity as a sniper, for the sake of our precarious brotherhood, I must scout for information for you," Fang Jianchen said. "I'll try to survive longer. You must watch carefully; every second is bought with my overdrafted life."

Lian Sheng said, "Hasn't your brotherhood already shattered?"

Fang Jianchen: "It reconnected after a night's sleep. Who made us roommates?"

Cheng Ze got annoyed, raised his foot to kick, but Fang Jianchen quickly hopped forward and rushed inside.

A group of people nearby wearing uniforms from another school glanced at them. When Lian Sheng looked over, they quickly lowered their heads.

The students nearby clearly recognized Zhao Zhuoluo and the others. As they passed, they greeted them warmly, "Good luck, our lights of tomorrow. Have you chosen the finals team? Thanks for your hard work."

The group nodded in response and headed upstairs.

When the stadium wasn't broadcasting, people who wanted to watch matches liked to come to the projection room. At this moment, it was almost packed.

By popular demand, the channel had long been tuned to Ji Ban's match. His comeback battle was indeed attracting a lot of attention. After all, in everyone's eyes, he was an extremely mysterious figure.

There was no information about him. No one knew where he came from, his true strength, or what kind of person he was.

Even the students from First Military Academy itself didn't know; since his transfer, they had never seen him report to the school. He could be called the most willful student.

They found an empty spot by the window, squeezed in, and stood to watch the match.

At this time, both sides were still in the preparation state.

Lian Sheng noticed that although Ji Ban had used manual operation before, he was still piloting the same humanoid mech as them. But this time, he had completely switched to his family's black transforming mech.

The strange appearance of this mech immediately sparked heated discussion. The projection room buzzed with noise as everyone collectively expressed their inability to understand.

Since the advent of sensors, strangely shaped mechs had disappeared, mainly because pilots couldn't control them, and designs continuously moved towards mimicking the human body structure.

Sensors had been around for decades now. The old technology was too unfamiliar to them, only briefly mentioned in tutorials. Manual operation was a rather boring and useless subject; they would never learn it voluntarily. Now, faced with an opponent completely outside their cognitive scope, they hurriedly searched the official website for information.

People held up their optical computers to film, only to find no record of this mech, no information about it whatsoever.

It's important to know that all controllable mechs on Sanyao are supported by a vast database. This data certainly couldn't be fabricated out of thin air. The several types of mechs currently provided are all based on mechs previously developed by Sanyao that actually existed, with some data modified after input.

Relying solely on imagination to create a qualified and usable mech on Sanyao was completely impossible. Therefore, any mech appearing on Sanyao must be a real, existing mech.

No data online meant only two possibilities:

One, it was cutting-edge technology not yet publicly announced by the military. Of course, this was impossible. Sanyao, given its current status, wouldn't dare to publicly release military mech data, nor did they possess it.

Two, a privately built, new type of mech not publicly disclosed.

This was... impressive!

An answer was emerging, but no one dared to voice this absurd conclusion first. The projection room fell into an eerie silence.

Finally, a boy, unable to believe it, spoke with a trembling voice:

"I admit I'm the ultimate country bumpkin, but I still surf the net daily, so don't laugh at me. Could this mech be... newly made?"

"N... No way, right?"

"But this country bumpkin thinks so too. Maybe poverty just limits my imagination?"

"Who on earth is this tycoon?"

"A new type of manually operated mech? Who still produces manual mechs now? This is obviously custom-made, right? Such a divine operation as a custom mech, that's got to be Jack Sue himself!"

"How many high-end researchers does it take to build a mech? How much material? How many parts? How many blueprints? How much equipment? And how much time? Don't kid me, can this really be privatized?"

To ensure all parts of a mech could be used flexibly and equipment could be loaded and unloaded most smoothly, it involved at least millions of large and small connections. A single small part might require significant time and manpower. A complete set of design blueprints is born only after countless revisions and demonstrations, embodying the painstaking effort of a group of genius scientists, worth a fortune.

Moreover, since the advent of sensors, to prevent the recurrence of private enterprises like Sanyao monopolizing cutting-edge weapon construction, the Alliance heavily restricted all materials related to mech construction at high prices. If you wanted to buy enough materials without certain connections, it was basically impossible. Even with connections, you needed enough money.

Times had changed. Current mech manufacturers all had contracts signed with the Alliance government. All construction technicians could only learn to manufacture related components. Technicians capable of building an entire mech alone existed only in legends, either long dead or hovering at death's door.

To build a private mech now, you needed to achieve: a complete set of design blueprints; wealth comparable to a nation; thousands of genius scientists willing to risk violating Alliance confidentiality agreements.

From the perspective of normal financial capacity and talent resources, this was absolutely impossible.

After all, mechs were high-lethality weapons combining defense and offense, inherently not something civilians should possess.

"A tycoon can just buy a custom mech? This must be a cosmic-level tycoon, right?"

"Is it too late to kneel now?"

"This mech shouldn't be some scaled-down version, right? It should be able to fight?"

"Even if it's not durable, I still want it, want to touch it, want to...!"

"It's like seeing a domineering CEO opposite. This person is truly too mysterious! Heavens, whoever it is, I beg for marriage!"

"Fang Jianchen, be careful! Light of Tomorrow, you must hold on longer! At least let us figure out its performance!"

"Fang Fang, counter-kill him! What's a domineering CEO? You're Long Aotian (a trope for overpowered protagonists)!"

"A legacy mech, this must be a legacy mech. Probably a manually operated mech Sanyao didn't dispose of before?"

The scene couldn't calm down at all because the visuals were too shocking.

Listening to their discussion, Lian Sheng finally realized how incredible it was to own a private mech.

Ji Ban's willingness to show her should be seen as an act of trust. Wasn't her previous calm reaction then too disrespectful to this mech?

She wondered what expression Fang Jianchen would have upon seeing his opponent.

Amidst the excitement, the two on the field had already loaded into the map.

Everyone started recording, and the surrounding noise finally gradually subsided.

This was a city map. The map was a size larger than the standard for the first half of the qualifiers, but still relatively small.

Fang Jianchen was currently teleported next to a tall building.

He didn't search for the enemy's tracks but immediately ducked into the nearby building. His reasoning was simple. He was a sniper; facing a manually operated mech, his chances weren't high. He had to maintain distance first.

Relying on his agile movements, Fang Jianchen rushed up to the fifth floor.

Everyone knew the most criticized aspect of manually operated mechs was their command input. One command, one action. On irregular or crowded terrain, encountering interference required complex adjustments. A normal person's hand speed couldn't keep up with sensor adjustments, and the mech's operating speed would inevitably lag.

He needed to force the opponent into a confined space while he occupied the high ground to engage.

After reaching the fifth floor, Fang Jianchen paused slightly. He stood by the window to search for Ji Ban's tracks.

At this moment, Ji Ban's vehicle-form mech had already rapidly arrived at the base of the building.

Fang Jianchen only took a rough glance, didn't identify it clearly, before it zipped into a blind spot.

"Ah...?" Fang Jianchen tilted his head, thinking.

Were his eyes playing tricks? He seemed to have seen something very strange just now. But he hadn't had blurred vision for many years.

Fang Jianchen moved closer again, looking down.

In this city map, tall buildings soared. As soon as the distance increased slightly, visibility became limited. How long had it been since they were teleported into the map?

According to the teleportation rules, both sides should maintain a certain distance. To reach here at this time, he must have known his exact location from the very beginning.

...How did he know?

Fang Jianchen faintly heard the sound of a mech sliding, but the sound was muffled, as if filtered through something, the tone wasn't quite right.

He went to the stairwell to confirm, finding no movement below. He returned to the window again, peering outside.

"Damn it," Fang Jianchen muttered. "What's going on? Did its sensors malfunction?"

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell over his head, blocking the outside light.

Before Fang Jianchen could look up, the window in front of him shattered completely.

Debris flew towards his face. Irregular glass fragments refracted the sunlight from outside, stabbing at his eyes.

He squinted but didn't dare close his eyes, his eyeballs rolling upwards. He saw a mech, both black and dazzling, burst in from outside the window.

"Hoo—!"

Fang Jianchen gasped sharply. Inside and outside, there was a collective exclamation: "What the hell?!"

That black mech had transformed.

Its body retracted, extending eight mechanical arms. Supported by thrusters and adhesive materials, it bore its weight and climbed directly up the building's exterior wall to the fifth floor.

Then, from its abdomen—if that place, not being the underside of a car, could still be called an abdomen—it ejected equipped weapons, first using a high-temperature welding torch to soften the glass, then directly using physical force to shatter it.

Strength, speed, structure—none were within their known scope.

They had never seen a mech capable of climbing straight up. After all, mechs were too heavy, and the Alliance hadn't yet developed thrusters that could overcome the weight while ensuring energy efficiency and manageable size.

Fang Jianchen's Qixing retreated repeatedly, backing towards the corridor, bracing against the handrail, and jumping straight down, attempting to escape the building.

Unprecedented bewilderment suppressed his fear. His mind was currently blank; no thoughts could surface. Only the escape route appeared clearly before him.

Thank goodness for his consistently strong survival instinct.

Panic-stricken? Oh no, his goal was still very clear: struggle a bit before dying.

Fang Jianchen didn't look back, so he didn't know that Ji Ban's mech had transformed once again.

The body continued to retract, gradually revealing a new silhouette.

The two lower mechanical arms retracted, and his black mech stood up. It was supported by tracks at the rear, allowing it to glide.

The upper right mechanical arm began to extend and lengthen, revealing five fingers.

The four central mechanical arms slid to the back, airflow jetting out from within, directly becoming supplementary thrusters.

Ji Ban grabbed his "left arm" with his right hand and pulled it out. It turned out to be a long sword inside.

Then he started sliding down the stairs rapidly.

Here again was the advantage of manual operation.

The stairs were built regularly. As long as he input fixed parameters, he could directly pursue at the fastest speed and shortest distance.

No need to adapt to high-speed operation, no fear of crashing. Straight all the way.

Just watch him calmly and easily catch up to the fleeing Comrade Fang Jianchen.

"What—the—hell—!"

"Hell—hell!!"

"Hell the great hell!!"

"Mo—m—my—oh—! There's a ghost!"

"What's a domineering CEO! What's Long Aotian! Ji Ban's mech is simply a god! Damn, what is this thing?!"

"Bullshit the mech is god, being able to use such complex mech functions like this, he's the god, right! A normal person would hesitate just looking at a command, who has such fast reaction speed?!"

Everyone really couldn't think of any other exclamations. Curses or gasps couldn't describe their current feelings.

Their worldview was shattered, the door to a new world smashed to pieces, not even dust remaining. The power of manually operated mechs was laid bare before them.

Was this still a mech? This was damn well an alien creature, right?!

Look at this agile movement, this flashy operation, this smooth transformation. Was this the manually operated mech they had heard about before?

Why would such a mech withdraw from the stage of history?

Fang Jianchen heard the driving sound behind him getting closer and knew he had arrived. Because of the current situation, the sound amplified in his ears, like rumbling thunder.

Fang Jianchen felt like he was going crazy. The mental pressure was too great. He had to see for himself, confirm the opponent's situation.

So he mustered the courage to look back and found the opponent had completely changed appearance again. The Qixing visibly froze, turned back as if seeing a ghost, and continued its desperate flight.

He felt if the scene changed and conditions allowed, he could cry right now.

Fang Jianchen: "Where the hell is this a transforming mech? This is just a perverted mech!"

Luckily, he hadn't climbed too high and quickly rushed out the main door.

This time he didn't dare climb high again, nor worry about losing speed. Thrusters fully engaged, he nimbly ducked into a nearby alley.

Fang Jianchen said, still shaken, "What's going on, what's going on? Daddy doesn't dare look back anymore! Why is my debut opponent him?!"

This was definitely the most pathetic match he had ever fought.

He was prepared to lose, but definitely not like this. Did he still want face? Could he still live like this? What the hell was going on?

Ji Ban? Which comrade was Ji Ban? He was as inexplicable as Sun Wukong popping out of a stone.

No one could answer him, but he knew Lian Sheng and the others were watching outside and could hear him.

No need to worry about composure at this time; what mattered was not dying so pointlessly.

"Analyze his speed, the parts that changed, and the distance. First, confirm his cockpit location and weak points." Fang Jianchen looked back again at the opponent: "How many joints and seam interfaces are on the mech?"

Everyone squinted to look closely, finding it unclear.

The material on Ji Ban's body was some kind of entirely black metal. This metal was so thoroughly black that the seams at the connections were almost invisible. From the God's perspective distance, plus the influence of the map's lighting, it was impossible for third-party viewers to study it.

Moreover, the body was covered layer by layer like scales, lacking the obvious joint weaknesses of humanoid mechs.

Fang Jianchen also noticed this and shouted, "Switch my perspective when he gets close! Is the administrator there?"

When Fang Jianchen first saw the transforming mech, he was sure he had captured the outline of some connection points, but he had forgotten now. This meant it was observable at close enough range.

However, he didn't have extra time now; the priority was to increase the distance.

Fang Jianchen chose close-range attack weapons, attempting to interfere with Ji Ban's movement. While moving rapidly, he searched for a place to escape.

Rounding a corner, he performed a drifting stop. Two retractable iron chains shot out from his shoulder, hooked onto a pole sticking out from behind a wall, and with the help of thrusters, he swung beautifully over. Then he continued weaving through various alleys.

It had to be said, his operation and escape techniques were very agile.

While running, Fang Jianchen activated his detector. His detector function wasn't perfect, but as long as the opponent hadn't activated stealth, it could still be detected.

Unfortunately, he found no trace of the opponent.

However, on the other side.

Ji Ban rounded the corner, lost sight of the target within his visible range, paused for a moment, then activated his detector.

The Qixing, with its stealth device activated, clearly appeared on his radar display.

Everyone was shocked again.

His manually operated mech was not only equipped with various attack weapons but also the most advanced detection system? What type of mech was this exactly?

Sanyao's detection and stealth technology roughly corresponded to the era when sensors first appeared. This phenomenon proved, at the very least, that Ji Ban's mech technology support was superior to that.

One theory could be ruled out.

This wasn't an early legacy mech, but a newly built one.

Although somewhat prepared, confirming this fact still brought unbearable excitement.

People shifted in their seats, posting comments online:

"Let me just ask one question, where is the cockpit?"

"Let me just ask one question, how many transformation modes does it actually have?"

"Let me just ask one question, how are so many parts distinguished by commands?"

"Let me just ask one question, how many commands did he actually set?"

"Let me just ask one question, what are the answers to the previous questions? Seeking expert explanation."

"Are you not satisfied until our knees are worn out? Father Ji, why are you so excessive?"

"Isn't it just knees? Here, take both legs."

"Isn't it just a son? Here, I'll call him Dad."

"Requesting a front-facing photo of the great god Ji Ban. Comrades from First Military, who on earth is this sacred figure?"

"So ruthless, definitely not a kind person."

"Why play with manually operated mechs?"

"If I knew manual mechs could be this awesome, I'd practice manual operation too."

"But what's the use of manual operation being amazing? The operating systems are different. Can they create a personal legion? Specially designed for you?"

"Trying to force the Alliance to use manual mechs? Damn, Ji·Domineering CEO·Ban, aren't you going to kill me with coolness?"

"You're overthinking... Is your mind really that Mary Sue?"

Lian Sheng crossed her arms, watching the two chasing each other.

If Ji Ban was a domineering CEO, he must be the cutest, most tender one.

Indeed, distance creates beauty.

Although the two weren't far apart, they had barely faced each other directly.

The first time was blocked by glass, and afterward, they kept crossing paths at various corners.

Ji Ban rarely used lethal weapons. When unsure of hitting the opponent, he cherished his ammunition.

During the pursuit, he constantly changed forms, showing his familiarity with this mech.

When the perspective switched to Ji Ban's view, Lian Sheng could faintly hear Ji Ban's suppressed laughter; he seemed to be having a lot of fun.

But others didn't think so. They subconsciously clenched their sphincters, then hissed.

The image conjured in their minds wasn't so beautiful. Ji Ban's image became slightly perverted and dark.

Fang Jianchen had already realized his position might be exposed. But besides running, there was nothing else he could do.

Did the Qixing have any suitable close-combat weapons? The answer was... basically none.

Fang Jianchen retreated at full speed but still couldn't shake off his pursuer. He switched to a lower-lethality weapon, preparing to try a frontal engagement.

Fang Jianchen shouted loudly, "I'm going, brothers! Prepare to switch perspectives! Please remember my heroic figure at this moment!"

In a shooting confrontation, sensor-based mechs should have the advantage, right?

Everyone thought so.

Fang Jianchen took a deep breath, almost hearing his own heartbeat.

Then Ji Ban's black mech flew out from behind the wall, extended two legs mid-air, and landed steadily.

The weapon held in his right hand unfolded directly, transforming into a flat shield, heavily blocking the front. The shell on his back retracted, and a whole row of shooting weapons rose from his shoulders.

Various calibers and types, looking even more complete than the Qixing's arsenal.

Fang Jianchen told himself to be calm, but still couldn't suppress another: "What the hell!"

With such volume, how did it hide so many weapons on its body?

Simply insane!

Fang Jianchen glanced at the short gun in his hand, feeling so shabby he wanted to drill into the ground.

If Ji Ban's appearance earlier had merely made people curious—after all, manually operated mechs were antique-like existences, something more gimmicky than ancient martial arts.

Ancient martial arts could still be promoted for practical use; manual operation only made them sigh.

But now it was different, because it made them completely worship him.

"666! Omitting countless 6s!"

"Who the hell said manual mechs should be phased out? This is simply perverted, okay? Phase out what!"

"Only a pervert can achieve such perverted operation. Being able to play like this already puts him at the very top of the pyramid. Sensors increased the possibility for mid-level people to use mechs. Playing purely with commands, how many people can do this?"

"The question is, does mech operation need so many mid-level personnel? No! The number of mechs was originally small, specifically equipped for the top tier, okay?"

"I now suspect this is an internal cheat opened by Sanyao for testing! This shouldn't exist at all!"

"Same suspicion, the performance is too good, right? This is clearly not technology from the same era."

At this point, the difference in mech performance was obvious to anyone with eyes.

Speed, attack, mass, energy, equipment. There was at least a fifty-year gap between them.

Death was imminent!

Fang Jianchen's final thought.

Fang Jianchen shouted loudly, "Wait!"

He just shouted randomly before dying to show some sign of life; normally, no one would pay him any attention. After shouting, he closed his eyes.

He waited and waited, but found nothing happened. So he opened one eye, peeked forward, and discovered Ji Ban had actually stopped.

"You..." Fang Jianchen tentatively said, "Can you stop chasing me?"

"..." Ji Ban said, "No, I can't."

Fang Jianchen: "Then you might as well kill me!"

Ji Ban directly pulled the trigger.

Fang Jianchen: "..."

He was going to cry! Damn!

The match... ended. It's hard to say whether it ended spectacularly or without surprise.

Even the skilled and renowned Fang Jianchen lost so decisively. Judging by the result, this match was truly shocking.

A crushing defeat, this was a defeat due to mech performance.

Partly because Fang Jianchen's sniper type wasn't suitable for close combat, partly due to Ji Ban's god-level manual operation skills. But mostly, it was indeed the unfamiliarity with seeing a transforming mech for the first time, and the gap in technological levels between the two.

It's important to know that for mechs, the pilot's skill still ranks behind performance. Otherwise, the Alliance wouldn't need to support such a large group of researchers with high salaries.

Everyone went downstairs to greet the miserably defeated Comrade Fang Jianchen, wanting to see if he needed comforting.

Fang Jianchen was walking out of the training room, looking lost. Seeing them, he wiped his face hard, then stared at everyone pitifully.

Cheng Ze, looking like he understood, walked up and patted his shoulder. "You did your best, I know. You ran with the spirit of a cunning rabbit. It's not your fault."

Fang Jianchen: "Who the hell is this Ji Ban guy? Where did he get that mech? My eyes weren't playing tricks, right? Is that an old model the Alliance is using for testing? Damn, this isn't fair!"

It wasn't surprising he thought this way; besides the military, there was no more reasonable explanation.

Fang Jianchen seriously began speculating in this direction: "What do they mean by this? Are they trying to revive manually operated mechs? When did they start developing this?"

Lian Sheng spoke up from the side, "As far as I know, probably not."

Fang Jianchen turned sharply towards her. "Then tell me! What exactly is going on?"

Lian Sheng said sincerely, "I don't know."

Fang Jianchen clearly wasn't the only one with this idea; everyone focused their attention on the Alliance military.

The First Military leadership's sudden decision to recruit Ji Ban was already suspicious; now it became even more so. Not indulging in conspiracy theories would be an injustice to Ji Ban's new mech.

People started calling out First Military, asking them to explain the situation and hand over Ji Ban for public worship.

People inside First Military were melancholic. They didn't know who to call; they themselves really wanted to know too.

After the initial excitement and impulse subsided, people began to re-examine the matter.

The battle video between Fang Jianchen and Ji Ban was broken down into various segments and analyzed comprehensively by countless data analysts, trying to uncover the black mech's secrets. But it remained a mystery.

Fang Jianchen felt ashamed to death every day. There was no god-level operation; he was engaged in god-level escape the entire time. He hated it!

Consequently, nearly a century after the decline of manual operation, the discussion about manual versus sensor control appeared online for the first time, and it was unprecedentedly heated.

This was also the first time they seriously acknowledged the existence of manually operated mechs.

"Manual mechs rely on brain reaction speed and finger dexterity, with combat awareness and skills as support. Sensor mechs rely on the pilot's own combat awareness, physical fitness, and stamina. If manual mechs have such strength, I think they could also serve as a secret weapon. What's wrong with that?"

"One question. The operating methods for the two types of mechs are completely different. How was the instantaneous switch achieved back then? What about the original pilots, how were they arranged? What about the newly selected pilots? How were they trained? And where did the technicians previously responsible for developing manual mechs go?"

"Don't talk nonsense upstairs, taking the opportunity here to spread alarmist conspiracy theories and destabilize our Alliance. My family is a mech parts supplier. Let a professional explain: the mech revolution only changed the operating system. Part connections and weapon development, including most blueprints, remained unchanged. The only difference is that manual operation techniques were previously semi-public, while sensors added an intermediate system exclusive to the Alliance Research Institute."

"Meaning, researchers could still research, but previously they could serve private enterprises—let me just say Sanyao directly. Back then, most mech profits were concentrated with Sanyao, and researchers could earn higher salaries. After sensor technology was mastered by the Alliance, researchers could only transfer their contracts to the Alliance. But the Alliance Research Institute welcomed them, right? Those are technical talents; basically, no one was refused. Only some researchers who insisted manual mechs still had a future, or those who had reached a certain age, chose to terminate their contracts and leave."

"Current construction companies, lacking the exclusive sensor technology and professional researchers, can only sign contracts with the Alliance and simply produce parts according to blueprints."

"The core mech technology and profit chain shifted into the Alliance's hands. It can be said the mech revolution was purely a choice driven by profit. Whoever controls the technology controls the profit. It's just that the Alliance holds a stronger position within it."

"Mech construction technology concerns top-level military secrets. If it's in the hands of private enterprises, I wouldn't feel safe either if I were the military. If the Alliance had the ability to take it back, of course, they should. I estimate they did suppress the development of manual mechs back then; otherwise, they wouldn't have faded so quickly. But it's understandable. I just feel sorry for those mech pilots; the world changed suddenly for them."

"Don't say that. I know where the manual mech pilots from back then went. Those who could switch careers did. Those who didn't want to switch had their remaining service salaries paid out in advance, and then they were retired. It can be said the arrangements were very proper."

"Undoubtedly, transforming mechs can only be used with manual operation. So is this transforming mech the latest product of those researchers from back then?"

"Very powerful technology! I think it can be developed!"

"Extremely powerful! Having such technology, the implications are terrifying. Talents that cannot be used by us are also very scary."

"No need for terrifying implications. Having researched this topic with my professor before, I can boldly say that manual mechs simply cannot develop towards complexity because ordinary people need reaction speed. The more complex the commands, the harder they are to control. For a mech like Ji Ban's, I estimate it would take over a decade of training to achieve his level of smoothness. Promotion is unrealistic. There's an absolute reason why manually operated mechs were phased out. I don't deny geniuses exist, but clearly, geniuses are too few. Even selecting the best mech pilots, there couldn't be that few."

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