"The headquarters sent over the test questions!" Song Shu sounded unusually excited.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Morin asked.
"They sent more than fifty sets!"
Morin: "..."
...
"Fifty-something sets?" Morin asked again inside the office.
"To be precise, fifty-four," Song Shu said. "It's everything you wrote on the form. I don't know why, but they actually sent a full set for each one."
"It's obvious," Morin waved his hand. "They want to test me. Take me there. The sooner the better. I don't feel like waiting."
"That's fifty-four sets of questions," Song Shu said, watching Morin's expression. He wondered if Morin hadn't heard him clearly.
"Each set is from a different field. And the questions were written by top experts. Are you sure you don't want to-"
"Do you know what kind of questions they prepared?" Morin interrupted.
"Uh... no," Song Shu scratched his head. "Even you have to sign a non-disclosure agreement before taking them."
Although he was the only person in charge of the mecha designer department at the Tianjin Branch, he wasn't a real manager. Even if he were, he still wouldn't be qualified to view those questions.
"Then there's nothing to prepare," Morin spread his hands. "If no one knows what's coming, what preparation would even mean?"
"Besides," he added calmly, "do you think I need to prepare?"
"Hehehe..." Song Shu could only laugh awkwardly and scratch his head.
If he said Morin needed preparation, it would sound like he doubted him.
If he said he didn't, it would sound arrogant.
Morin might be allowed to be arrogant.
Song Shu definitely wasn't.
"Alright," Song Shu said. "Follow me."
He led Morin into a more advanced room.
There was no computer like before.
Instead, there was a wider table in the center.
"A holographic projector?" Morin hadn't seen one in person before, but he recognized it instantly.
"Yes," Song Shu nodded. "One of the three major technologies developed after the Kaiju appeared."
Morin already knew what those three were.
The first was holographic simulation technology, built on supercomputers that broke through processing limits.
It captured manual movements, recognized voice commands, and performed real-time data simulations.
It skipped traditional programming and data input entirely.
This same technology was used in mecha control systems.
The second was Pons Bridge technology-also known as neural handshake technology-based on neurobiology.
It solved the life-threatening issue of neural overload on a single pilot by allowing two or even three pilots to share control of one mecha.
At present, only China's Crimson Typhoon used three pilots. The rest used two.
Yes. Crimson Typhoon.
The mecha that was destroyed in just a few rounds in the movie.
In truth, it was extremely powerful. Its design emphasized long-range combat, similar to an ADC role, and its combat record was impressive.
Unfortunately, the filmmakers ran out of money.
So its long-range weapons were removed with the excuse that they had been damaged in a previous battle and hadn't been repaired.
An ADC forced into close combat had only one outcome.
Not long before that, Dr. Newton Geiszler from the PPDC headquarters' Kaiju research division had performed a neural handshake with a Kaiju brain.
A neural handshake linked two consciousnesses, allowing shared memories and thoughts.
Mecha pilots required a one-hundred-percent synchronization.
Even a slight mismatch would prevent proper coordination between left and right brain activity during combat.
Any mistake could be fatal.
Dr. Newton couldn't achieve perfect synchronization, but even the weak connection gave him crucial information.
He learned the Kaiju were cloned weapons.
Their creators were called Precursors.
They had visited Earth during the Jurassic period, but the environment hadn't been suitable.
Now, due to pollution, it was.
So they sent Kaiju to exterminate humans and further pollute the planet.
At the same time, the Precursors-having stronger mental strength-also obtained information.
They learned the mechas were not silicon-based life forms, but machines controlled by humans.
Destroying the cockpit would neutralize a mecha.
They learned the weaknesses and cockpit locations of every model.
Before this, due to inertia in thinking, the Precursors had believed humans and mechas were separate species, with mechas acting as guardians.
So they had always torn defeated mechas apart completely.
Once they understood the cockpit was the fatal weakness, they immediately deployed two specialized Kaiju.
One could fly and spit corrosive acid.
The other possessed immense strength and could generate electromagnetic pulses to destroy control systems.
Those two Kaiju directly led to the destruction of Crimson Typhoon and Cherno Alpha, and severely damaged Striker Eureka.
If not for the protagonists piloting Gipsy Danger and achieving the unprecedented feat of fighting two Kaiju at once, the nuclear bomb would never have been delivered through the wormhole.
In a strict sense, Crimson Typhoon and Cherno Alpha died because of Dr. Newton.
But without his actions, humanity wouldn't have learned the truth about the Kaiju, nor how to send a nuclear weapon through the wormhole's energy field.
Good or bad.
No one could say.
...He'd gotten sidetracked.
The third technology was the helicopter.
Yes. The helicopter.
Six helicopters could lift a mecha weighing thousands of tons and make it fly.
On average, each helicopter provided no less than four hundred tons of lifting force.
When factoring in cable angles and inverse trigonometric calculations, the effective force was even higher.
(Thank goodness I don't have to draw force diagrams anymore. Physics is terrifying.)
This was the technology Morin found most frightening.
"So this is what I'll be tested on?" Morin asked.
"Yes," Song Shu nodded. "Not just written questions. There are hands-on tasks and deeper evaluations. This machine is required."
"Are you sure you're ready?"
Morin smiled. "Just go make a cup of goji berry water. I'll be done before it cools."
...
Song Shu was convinced.
Over the past two days, Morin's understanding of Kaiju and various technologies had been far beyond normal.
He didn't seem like someone who acted without confidence.
He didn't seem like a liar either.
If Morin was this sure, maybe he really could do it.
Even if Song Shu couldn't imagine how.
"Geniuses are always beyond imagination..." he muttered.
Of course, he would never admit he was already dreaming about the custom mecha Morin had promised him.
A custom-made mecha.
If Morin truly became a mecha designer.
If he really was a peerless genius.
If he designed a custom unit for him.
And if he found a pilot capable of perfect neural synchronization.
Then his dream might come alive again.
With that thought, Song Shu skillfully prepared a cup of goji berry water and waited patiently.
This time, he didn't check the surveillance feed.
The clearance level of those questions exceeded his authority.
Inside the room, Morin signed the non-disclosure agreement and began.
His movements were smooth and fluent.
Some questions had been "playfully" made difficult by veteran mecha designers.
Morin answered them without hesitation.
They were bottlenecks for others.
For him, they were effortless.
In the system's logic, a mecha designer was someone capable of building a mecha alone.
That was why the so-called Beginner Mecha Theory Knowledge included everything required to build one.
With Morin's Intelligence exceeding human limits by more than thirty times, all of it was already mastered.
He solved one difficult problem after another.
He even left improvement proposals behind.
Morin had no intention of hiding his genius.
He intended to establish it firmly.
Only by doing so could he obtain the maximum resources in the shortest time and gain authority to build mechas.
The nation had the resources.
What it required was value.
To obtain something, one had to give something first.
Half an hour later, Morin walked out.
All answers had been encrypted automatically and transmitted.
Those fifty-four sets could only be evaluated by their creators.
"Well?" Song Shu asked nervously, holding the still-warm cup.
"Pack your bags," Morin said with a smile, patting his shoulder. "You're getting transferred to headquarters. I'm taking you with me."
At the same time, Morin's answers crashed into the PPDC China Division Headquarters like a meteor.
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Content - Twenty-one-year-old Morin, for the first time, showed every mecha designer in the PPDC China Division what a true genius really is.
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