Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 1163 - 166: The ’Monster’ Rookie of the Training Ground

"Still no news." Tilan sat on the bed in her single dorm room, looking at the light blue projection screen in front of her.

Turning off the screen, she lay on the bed, recalling the changes in the past two weeks.

First, she gained a sufficient understanding of military life. Perhaps to demonstrate military discipline and strength, news reports tend to be biased, rarely reflecting the everyday atmosphere. However, over time, despite the strictness during training, during off-hours, they are similar to ordinary people, chatting and laughing, some like playing games, others love good food, and so on.

Thinking carefully, if it were constantly a high-pressure, tense environment, regardless of whether one would become mentally unstable, accidents could easily happen in such a high-pressure environment, like ancient military riots and mutinies.

The recruit training was over, and tonight she had just moved to the single dorm in the Practical Combat Camp. She would officially board the mecha tomorrow, feeling a bit of anticipation. After all, she was still young, curious about many things she hadn't experienced before.

A good night's sleep, early morning the next day.

In the lobby of the Practical Combat Camp, Tilan and a few newly arrived pilots stood upright, reporting according to the instructor's name call.

"Very well, everyone is here." The instructor looked about 50 years old, likely older, a retired elite pilot.

His gaze swept across the twenty or so people in front of him, slowly walking past each one.

"Since you are able to stand here, you have all passed rigorous assessments, deemed as people with talent, but on the battlefield, talent alone is not enough. Any lack of experience or inadequate consideration can lead to regrettable failures."

"It is my duty to thoroughly pass on the experience accumulated by these predecessors to you."

"This process is sacred and awe-inspiring. I don't wish for any of you to laugh or show contempt while I am conveying this content. If you have any doubts, please raise your hand and ask loudly instead of whispering below."

"Yes!"

"Now, follow me." Then the instructor led everyone to a small classroom in the Practical Combat Camp to begin teaching the preparations before piloting a mecha.

"First is checking one's own status, second is checking the mecha's status, the latter will be a long familiarization process. Today we'll only talk about the first part."

"Lack of sleep, inadequate nutrition, ill-fitting pilot suits, many seemingly small details can invisibly distract attention in highly tense combat, such interfering factors should be avoided as much as possible."

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After completing the first part of the instruction, it was already noon, followed by a 40-minute meal and rest time.

Sitting in the dining hall, the newly participating pilots gathered together, and soon Tilan was asked about her name and circumstances.

"What, she actually joined the military halfway and directly entered the elite pilots' Practical Combat Camp, she must have some connections." Many were trained and eliminated layer by layer from military academies to get here, naturally feeling discontented.

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"So pretty, maybe she charmed some big shot to get in, after all, piloting mechas offers the best benefits among single soldiers."

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Tilan was already mentally prepared for these rumors and gossip, she just lowered her head and ate quietly, but Maggie couldn't stand it, stood up to defend her.

"You guys, what right do you have to speak about Hecate? She's naturally talented, and besides, if it were really for benefits and enjoyment, who would join the camp? With her figure and looks, she could easily be a minor star enjoying comfort. If you're capable, come to the training machine in the afternoon and have a proper match with me, don't babble if you lose."

"Bring it on, you gorilla." This comment infuriated Maggie, she almost rushed over to throw punches, but fortunately, the newcomers persuaded and stopped her, calming the situation.

Getting into a fight on the first day wouldn't be good news, even if it's not oneself but a peer who did it, it could tarnish one's reputation, as everyone hopes to be assigned to a good mecha team in the future.

Afternoon, the outdoor training ground of the Practical Combat Camp.

Located outside the base, surrounded by barren, mineral-laden surfaces with many pits and hollows from past training shooting and combat.

Under the instructor's and trainee's gaze, the newcomers boarded the mecha one by one, beginning to adapt to the driving environment. Since most were military school students, they were familiar with it, except for Tilan, who was doing it for the first time.

"So you're Hecate, your situation is quite unique, come to this simulator first." The instructor looked at this girl with a slightly serene and gentle appearance, having her try the simulated cockpit first.

"Haha, I knew it, she goes to the simulated cockpit first, who would dare let her directly into the mecha for the first time, what if she starts screaming and crying."

To this, Tilan merely nodded in agreement, then calmly sat in the white simulator, putting on the helmet, leaning her body back in the seat, as the AI's mechanical synthetic voice soon sounded.

[Driver detected, initiate simulator cockpit? Yes/No]

[Yes]

[Fixing the driver, please relax and lean back in the seat]

Then the seat began to automatically adjust, and at Tilan's waist, shoulders, and thighs, fixtures extended, with mechanical arms on each side resembling armrests, supporting her arms and fixing her wrists, allowing her to move her arms to manipulate the sidearm controls while keeping her arms steady during high-speed maneuvers and turns.