Beside him, William Carter, as he spoke, had already extended his arms straight out and bent his waist just as he had done earlier. By the time he said the words “impossible,” he had already leapt high off the ground.

By the time he finished saying “impossible,” the ten-meter-tall mech had landed steadily on the ground, the entire movement as smooth and fluid as flowing water—truly pleasing to the eye. In Schneider’s eyes, this simple jumping motion was absolutely on par with the level he had achieved after ten years of hard mech training.

If he didn’t know that the person inside the mech was William Carter, if he hadn’t personally brought William Carter here, if he hadn’t seen William Carter shakily stand up from the ground with his own eyes, he would never have believed that this person had never touched a virtual mech—the wildly popular Skynet game—before today.

Unlike Schneider’s amazement, William Carter knew something was off the moment he jumped.

Even though he had never come into contact with this high-tech field of mechs, he still knew that his performance was far too outstanding. He wanted to deliberately perform a bit worse, but to his dismay, he found he simply couldn’t communicate with the sensor consciousness. Or rather, this thing could only accept his simple commands, and as for the high-level command of “pretend,” it clearly didn’t understand.

“Genius…” Controlling the mech’s massive hand, he gave the training mech a heavy pat on the shoulder. Schneider exclaimed sincerely, “You are absolutely a genius.”

“A genius, huh?” William Carter could only give a bitter smile.

Although coming here wasn’t his intention, since he was already here, and had put on the mech at Schneider’s urging, there was no turning back.

At this moment, two paths lay before him.

The first was to take direct control of the mech himself, but if he did that, not to mention jumping—even walking would be a huge challenge. Such a drastic change in performance would be even harder to accept than being called a “genius.” It would not only draw strange looks, but also arouse even more suspicion.

As for the other path, of course, it was to continue letting the sensor consciousness control the mech. No matter what Schneider did, he just had to watch from the side until the sensor consciousness reached its limit.

Although this would cement his reputation as a “genius,” what else could he do?

William Carter steeled himself. Fine, since I’m here, I’ll just go with the flow and let things be.

Anyway, from now on, whenever I log into this game, I’ll just let the sensor consciousness control the mech.

His gaze shifted to the steel giant before him, as if he could see Schneider’s utterly shocked expression through the virtual armor.

So what if I’m a genius? Let me be one for once.

Chapter 11: Basic Stances

“Walk like this—remember, it has to be in an S-shape.” Schneider demonstrated a standard S-shaped evasive maneuver, then said, “Come on, give it a try.”

“Okay.” William Carter responded briefly. He didn’t need to do anything; the training mech had already perfectly followed the exact path Schneider had just taken.

“Are we done? If there’s nothing new, I’m getting out.” William Carter said naturally.

Staying inside the mech was actually quite a boring thing, especially now that he didn’t even have control. Not only could he not operate it, but he also had to restrain himself from interfering with the sensor consciousness. Otherwise, the mech would crash instantly.

So, William Carter really wanted to finish this mech training as soon as possible. But on the contrary, Schneider was getting addicted to being an instructor.

In this training camp, he had three years of experience. However, those who made it to the intermediate zone were all veterans. Here, before reaching level six in mental energy, it seemed only William Carter had never touched a mech.

Although it was Schneider’s first time as a teacher, even he could tell he had encountered a genius—a “true” genius.

No matter what standard move he demonstrated, as long as William Carter saw it once, he could almost perfectly replicate it. This miraculous control ability kept pushing the limits of his nerves. For a moment, he even wondered if he himself had become hopelessly stupid.

Logically, for someone’s first time with a virtual mech, just being able to stand up and take a few steps was already impressive. But Schneider seemed to go crazy, constantly increasing the difficulty of the mech’s movements.

Although these were all basic skills, as a mech enthusiast, Schneider had spent unimaginable effort practicing these 108 basic stances. Because of this, and his talent for piloting mechs, he had become the fastest-progressing person in the training camp over three years.

But today, he knew that the fastest-progressing person was no longer him, Schneider.

“One hundred and eight… Yes, all 108 basic piloting stances have been learned.” Schneider’s eyes were red. He swore he was about to go crazy. To master all 108 basic stances in a day—no, in just four hours. Meeting someone like this, he didn’t know if it was his luck or his misfortune.

“All done?”