My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 491 - 485: Heroes Chosen from Millions: The Five Great Mechanicians

Zhang Qianren looked up, his pupils slightly dilated, and blurted out, "Monster!"

The opponent clearly wasn’t some kind of black technology product, but a genuine living being. It had no mouth, yet it could speak and fly. If it wasn’t a monster, then what was it?

But after saying this, Zhang Qianren felt somewhat regretful.

After all, it had just been kindly comforting him.

"Sorry."

Zhang Qianren nodded at the creature, feeling his gesture lacked sincerity.

But there was no helping it; Chinese men don’t have a habit of bowing casually to others. To add a bow now would seem too deliberate, and the creature might not even understand his intention.

"Master 98725 is not a monster."

He Nanguang immediately picked up the conversation, explaining, "It is an elf from the Prophet’s house, possessing many special abilities that can reverse the battlefield situation, and has saved many members of the Grass Hut Academy in space battles."

These words were said with a hint of mystery, prompting Zhang Qianren to take another look at the golden walnut.

Round, chubby, shiny golden, it looked cuter than a regular walnut, but precisely because of this, it lacked deterrence.

If it wasn’t for Yukong He Nanguang who spoke, Zhang Qianren would have found it difficult to accept such a setting.

Although Zhang Qianren was middle-aged, and there might be a generation gap with most members of the academic society, some IP derivative products have a vitality and liveliness that can last for decades.

For example, discussions on works like Digimon, Pokémon, Ultraman, Marvel series can often be exchanged seamlessly between people born in the ’80s and those in the ’10s.

"Elf... So, this 98725 is actually a pet raised by the Prophet?"

As soon as this thought arose in Zhang Qianren’s mind, 98725 snorted softly, its attitude suddenly changed, and after tossing a remark "silly Shiba Inu" at He Nanguang, it turned around and flew into the "Dragon Palace," as if a connection had short-circuited.

"..."

Readability, a phrase that almost seemed written on his face, He Nanguang just smiled helplessly, then turned his head and continued to take Zhang Qianren on a tour of the Inner World.

After quickly walking through various departments to acquaint Zhang Qianren with the environment, He Nanguang brought him to a group of young people and began introducing them one by one.

"This is Sikong Si, the mechanician of the Dongfeng."

"Yes, the Dongfeng is currently the second generation of Chinese Mecha with the most powerful firepower. This Sikong Si is also undisputably the first in the Mecha Training Camp."

A silent young man in a gold-black mechanician uniform looked up, his gaze passing over He Nanguang and locking onto Zhang Qianren. After scrutinizing him for a moment, he nodded slightly and approached slowly, extending a handshake, "He Nanguang, when speaking, always likes to magnify others’ strengths and overlook their weaknesses."

"Being with him, you feel comfortable."

"But he rarely points out your mistakes."

"Being with him often doesn’t benefit your progress much."

Zhang Qianren listened with a somewhat dazed expression.

This young man named Sikong Si had quite a personality, didn’t he?

Is it really okay to discuss such topics with a stranger?

"I mean..."

Sikong Si glanced at him coolly, saying in a cold voice, "The information He Nanguang just provided you wasn’t accurate."

"Although I’m first in the training camp and a reserve Dongfeng pilot, I cannot be called a ’mechanician’."

Just as Sikong Si finished speaking, a hand suddenly patted Zhang Qianren on the back.

"Hey! You look unfamiliar! Just joined the academic society? Ah, Old He brought you over... So you’re not possibly the one, Haotian?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qianren turned instinctively, seeing another young face.

The other smiled and introduced himself, "Cheng Lixing, the pilot of the Golden Dragon, the second-generation mecha known for having the ’fastest speed,’ like Ah Si, hasn’t passed the final assessment yet."

"If I guessed right, they’ll probably merge this with your ’interview.’"

Sikong Si remained in that cold stance, saying nothing.

Cheng Lixing, however, casually pulled Zhang Qianren along, taking him for a stroll.

During this process, Zhang Qianren felt he gained much insight and met many rising stars of the new generation.

Besides Sikong Si and Cheng Lixing, there were also the Qilin pilot, Du Niange; Vermilion Bird pilot, Lv Xinpei; and White Tiger pilot, Jing Xiao.

China is vast and has abundant resources, and local academic societies only need to promote a little for millions of "mecha enthusiasts" to participate in the open selection competition.

Regardless of whether they’re true or pseudo mecha fans, there’s genuinely fierce competition in the training camps.

Each of these five individuals could be described as one in a million selectees.

Having emerged outstandingly, they excel not only in intelligence, endurance, athletic ability, or learning speed but also in mindset and ability to handle pressure, far exceeding the average line.

Zhang Qianren also met some hard-training, exceptionally talented reserve mechanicians who were labeled as silver medalists due to slightly bad luck.

Individuals such as Ren Changjiang, Du Jun, Hao Jiahuo, Chen Jian, Ming Yusheng, Zhao Yifan, Li Lei, and Qu Jiu were all champions of their respective local training camps, the elite who fought through and were selected from among millions of competitors.

These regretful silver medalists, in their respective provinces, each held a prestigious position. The minimum qualification they attained was the Third Rank of Inner Qi in the Burning Martial cultivation. Barring unexpected circumstances, they would become China’s third-generation mechanician representatives.

Zhang Qianren noticed that these young people truly had a good mentality. Despite all the effort and sweat, they’d fall short by just a move, yet they could still chat and laugh, maintaining a peaceful mind.

This is rare!

At least, Zhang Qianren felt many of his previous colleagues couldn’t match these young individuals.

Not far away, the laughter of the reserve mechanicians reached his ears.

"Ah Jun, what are you laughing at?"

"Ran God is a reserve mechanician, and I’m also a reserve mechanician, doesn’t that mean... I’m approximately equivalent to Ran God?"

"Your mentality is truly great! I’ve been so annoyed these past few days! It’s one thing to lack skill, but losing due to a tad of bad luck! I almost had a meltdown!"

"Is the ’fan’ in your name short for Versailles? At least you have a reserve mechanician identity, directly entered in the files, if even you have a meltdown, what about those who’ve been filtered out and failed in the training camp?"

"We don’t even know exactly how many models of the first generation of original mechas there are. There are only those five for the second generation, three thousand eight hundred million people in the nation competing for those five spots. It’s normal not to get selected, take it easy."

"At worst, just wait a little longer, it’s a good time to hone skills, physical qualities, and resistance to stress, adjusting your mindset. I’ll definitely be in the next batch of mechanicians!"

"Looking on the bright side — even if you make it to the first batch of mechanicians, you’ll still be filtered out, since only Sikong Si and Cheng Lixing can perform the ultimate assessment task this time. The other three didn’t meet the minimum standard line for skill and proficiency."

Zhang Qianren wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling these younger generations were truly remarkable.

He recalled many years ago when China’s manned space program was just starting.

The competition pressure for the first generation of mechanicians probably wasn’t less than that of astronauts, right?