Chapter 190: Chapter 153: Defeat – The Sorrow of a Poor Student_3
Translator: 549690339
Before, Harrison Clark was happy with the overall evolution of humanity because it could reduce the pressure on him personally.
But now he realized that making himself mediocre was a double-edged sword.
In terms of physical ability, he had no advantage.
After the regular training ended, he went unwillingly to ask Daniel Thompson about individual equipment, hoping to turn the tables.
According to Daniel Thompson, the characteristics of the new equipment, as well as the mastery of the Morrowind Individual Combat System, he had no advantage either.
Compared with the old individual soldier armor eliminated 300 years ago, the Azure Dragon Armor eliminated 200 years ago, and the Summit Armor eliminated 100 years ago, the Morrowind Individual Combat System is entirely different in principle.
It uses high-energy molecular compression technology for easy carrying, usually the size of a bank card, and can be attached to the waist as a belt buckle.
When it needs to be activated, the Morrowind System can expand rapidly and take on metal armor forms, transforming into various armed vehicles.
Yes, this time the Morrowind System has completely jumped out of the individual armor concept and is based on different forms of mature carriers.
Ground-based Cannon, Ground Assault Vehicle, Air Combat Unit, Single Soldier Space Fighter…
Each form represents a distinctly different combat mode.
Although there are still individual soldier armors, their proportion in the combat power weight has dropped from over 80% of the Summit Armor to less than 10%.
The main offensive and defensive means have become long-range gunfire combined with compound energy field shields, composed of technologies such as force fields and neutrino fields.
The combat concept has changed, and soldiers no longer pin their hopes on close combat but hope to end potential battles in the long-range bombing stage.
This means that Harrison Clark’s advantage has vanished, and his combat skill proficiency is completely useless.
To be a king of soldiers again, he must start from basic shooting and learn new tactics under various forms.
He has become “mediocre.”
“Alright, don’t be so listless. A poor foundation in cultural courses is not the end of the world. You still have a chance to change your fate. Train hard, and I still believe in you. But now you also know the characteristics of the Morrowind System. You must have a strong foundation in cultural courses; otherwise, you won’t be able to control the Morrowind System. Even if you get on a battleship, you will probably only become the lowest-ranking service soldier. Go and take extra lessons. I don’t mean to look down on the service soldiers; I just want you to do better.”
Daniel Thompson patted Harrison Clark’s shoulder and left.
This time Mr. Clark’s mood was really explosive.
He began to think seriously.
It’s time to be decisive and face the consequences.
Otherwise, he might as well give up struggling this time, spend all his time learning basic theoretical knowledge and reading historical materials, and become the only one in this society who doesn’t want to do anything.
In this enlightened age, even being a layabout should provide a comfortable life.
Next time he comes back, he’ll try to control his actions and not trigger any more technological mutations, so his knowledge can catch up with the times and slowly plan things out.
Although it would waste an opportunity and be very unwilling, there seems to be no better solution.
Go work on an assembly line?
That’s too stupid; it’s better to be a slacker.
I’ve been a layabout before.
During his first two visits, he adapted and enjoyed being a waste.
It wasn’t until the third time that he accidentally got a Coagulation Serum Adaptability of 100% from Professor Owen and then truly accepted his military fate.
Now he decides to accept his destiny.
After all, he can’t climb to the top through intellect or fighting talent. If he can’t show exceptional abilities, he might not even have the opportunity to meet Nora Camp, a high-ranking figure, until the end of time. There’s no use struggling.
“Harrison Clark, Major General Nora Camp, the head of the Black Bear Training Base, has asked you to come to her office. Please arrive within ten minutes.”
As soon as he returned to the dormitory, the first sentence spoken by the Al assistant puzzled him.
He blurted out, “What?”
Who am I?
Where am I?
What did I do?
Do you know me?
What do you want me to do?
He was completely lost..