Chapter 609: Chapter 628: Persist or Give Up?
And so, just as she was starting her mecha piloting class, Jiang Qiuqiu was dealt a critical blow by Teacher Mao.
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Throughout the entire history of Mecha Soldiers, it wasn’t unheard of for a natural person to become one.
But there had never been a top-tier natural person among them. That’s right—not a single one.
Due to their inherent limitations, natural persons simply couldn’t pilot heavy mechas—not even medium-sized combat mechas. They could only pilot Light Armor or small-sized mechas.
The weapon limits one’s potential. It’s like one person wielding a Lightning Blade while the other has a dagger.
Even if their combat skills are comparable, when it comes to a real fight, the outcome is obvious.
’Who on earth was in charge of class assignments this time? How could they put a natural person in the A1 class? Isn’t that just setting her up for failure... She should be in a B Level class, using her stronger spiritual power to pilot Light Armor or small mechas. That would be the perfect combination.’
Teacher Mao put on a comforting expression, but "what a pity" was practically written all over her face.
Jiang Qiuqiu’s expression sank. "Is it really impossible to pilot a heavy mecha without the right Genes? Even if I train hard and can withstand the gravity in the Gravity Room, it still won’t work?"
Teacher Mao didn’t answer directly, only saying, "It’s very difficult."
"Extremely difficult."
She got the message.
Her injuries were resolved, but now, during her time in the Mecha Department, she had encountered an even greater challenge. Worried that Jiang Qiuqiu wouldn’t be able to process the news all at once, Teacher Mao gave her the day off.
"Get some good rest. Even if you can’t pilot a heavy mecha, Light Armor is also an option. There have been several generals in the Federation’s history who piloted Light Armor."
"For the next piloting class, I’ll have a Light Armor mecha specially prepared for you."
By the time they finished talking, it was nearly noon. Jiang Qiuqiu took a Hovercar to the cafeteria, ate her lunch, and then returned to her dorm.
The afternoon classes were tightly scheduled, and her roommates had gone for extra practice after their meal, so none of them were back yet.
A few of them asked how Jiang Qiuqiu was doing in their small group chat.
Leaning against the edge of her bed, she replied, "I’m fine, you don’t need to worry."
Jiang Qiuqiu’s feelings were a mess right now. She didn’t know what to do.
’Truthfully, she had joined the Mecha Single Soldier System simply because she wanted to experience an exciting, action-packed life. There was no deeper meaning to it; she just wanted to try things she’d never experienced before.’
’If she had to name a reason... maybe it was just youthful adventurousness?’
’As for why she was so persistent? That was just how Jiang Qiuqiu was. Once she decided to do something, she saw it through.’
’If she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. If she was going to be a student here, she would strive to be the best student there was!’
’But now...’
’The body of a natural person could hardly withstand the pressure of a heavy mecha.’
Jiang Qiuqiu wondered if she should spend this time training as hard as she could, push past her limits, and see if she could pilot a heavy or Medium-sized Mecha.
Or perhaps she should just accept it, pilot a Light Armor mecha, and have her fun that way.
It was a dilemma, leaving her feeling completely indecisive. After mulling it over for half an hour with no conclusion, Jiang Qiuqiu decided to sleep on it.
Maybe she’d have an answer when she woke up.
She ended up sleeping for two full hours. Outside the window, the daylight had begun to wane. The sun’s glow gradually dimmed, and the sky filled with the vibrant colors of sunset.
It was already late afternoon, but she still hadn’t made a decision.
So, she decided to phone a friend and ask for his opinion.
As it happened, Mo Si wasn’t in a major meeting at that moment.
Qiudao and Changbei were standing before his desk giving a report when suddenly, a terminal rang.
And it wasn’t just any ordinary ring.
It was—
a custom ringtone for a priority contact.
It was the Admiral’s.
The two of them exchanged a look in an instant, then silently looked away.
