“Alright, that’s it, come on, ba—oh, no…”

Directly ahead, Schneider was desperately giving commands when he suddenly saw the steel giant, over ten meters tall, sway a little. With his rich experience, he immediately realized something was wrong and frantically rolled to the rear side. However, something extremely frustrating happened to him.

The towering steel giant did indeed topple over, but the direction it fell was not the one he had anticipated—it crashed straight down toward him.

Schneider reacted extremely quickly, but because of his misjudgment, the moment he looked up, all he saw was a patch of black shadow.

“Boom…”

A heavy echo reverberated through the training room, and Schneider’s body had already dissolved into a stream of data and vanished.

“Hahaha…”

A burst of loud laughter came from outside the door. Those who happened to witness this scene, or were drawn by Schneider’s dying wail, all let out good-natured laughs.

“Well done, kid, you even took down Schneider.”

“Woohoo… kid, not bad, keep it up, take him down again.”

Ripples appeared in the void, and Schneider’s image reformed.

“That’s enough, stop laughing.” An angry roar echoed throughout the entire training camp.

However, things didn’t go as he wished. It was as if a bucket of gasoline had been poured onto the fire—the laughter grew even louder.

Schneider shrugged helplessly and ignored their ridicule, just muttering under his breath, “Lunatics.”

Striding quickly into his own training room, Schneider took out a helmet and put it on his head. A white light also shimmered over his body, the glow expanding in size until finally, a training mecha identical to William Carter’s appeared.

“I forgot just now, when training a rookie, you have to equip a mecha too, otherwise it’s easy for things to go wrong.” Schneider said, gesturing as he spoke.

“I know.” Having seen all this, William Carter apologized, “Schneider, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“OK, let’s not mention it again, let’s continue.” Schneider waved his hand, quickly ending the topic, and said, “Now, try taking another step forward.”

William Carter hesitated for a moment and didn’t move.

“It’s fine, watch me.” With that, Schneider strode back and forth in the training room. He didn’t do any fancy moves, just the most basic walking. At the same time, he kept encouraging, “Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, come on. Every rookie falls down, don’t worry.”

“Alright, I’m going.”

“Mm, go ahead.”

“I’m really going.”

“Of course.”

“I really am going.”

“Oh, come on! Hurry up…”

Lifting his leg high, William Carter’s mecha finally took a big step and started walking forward again.

“Good, good, excellent, just like that, don’t get discouraged, don’t tense up, no… that’s wrong, relax, relax, let your instincts take over, yes, just like that, excellent—”

“Bang…”

The tall mecha warrior, bent over, making gestures, was backing up. Schneider’s full attention was on instructing William Carter. So it wasn’t until his back slammed into the virtual light wall that he realized the training room, which looked so big, had already reached its end.

He turned his head to look at the light wall behind him, then looked back at the training mecha in front of him. Then, in a rather undignified manner, he asked, “You… who are you?”

Inside the mecha, William Carter was taken aback, and imitated him by turning his head to look around, saying, “Who are you asking?”

“William Carter, is it really you?” Schneider exclaimed as if he’d discovered a new continent.

“Of course it’s me, who else did you think it was?”

“But…” Schneider swallowed hard. He had already vaguely sensed something was off earlier, and only now did he realize what it was. William Carter was acting far too normal. The mecha he was piloting walked very steadily, not at all like someone who had just started using a mecha.

Tilting his head, looking at this new friend, Schneider muttered, “But how can you possibly know how to walk?”

William Carter was furious, almost kicking him. However, considering that the credit points for this experience were paid by Schneider, he decided to let it go for now.

Maybe realizing he’d said the wrong thing, Schneider hurriedly explained, “No, my friend, I mean, you just started with mechas, how could you immediately master walking?”

William Carter was startled, and after a moment, casually laughed, “Maybe I’m a genius…”

Staring blankly at the tall mecha of the same model as his own, Schneider muttered, “Maybe you really are a genius.” After a pause, he added, “Of course, a bit less than me… uh, about the same as me.”

Whether Schneider was a genius, William Carter didn’t know, but he was very clear that he himself was not.

Being able to master walking in such a short time wasn’t because he had some innate talent for controlling mechas, but because, at this moment, it wasn’t his own consciousness piloting the mecha.