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Under the black notification, Mu Fan found a button-like switch, opened the two pressure rotors on his back, and entered the cockpit.

It was exactly the same as the last time he saw it. However, before he could get a good look at it, the black had made it into a body coordination mode.

Blackie followed Mu Fan into the cockpit, of course. He was lecturing as he danced, "The mecha you are training in this time is the EH01 model."

Mu Fan whispered, and Blackie noticed him.

"Why? Because it is broken and low-level enough. Can you even play with the advanced level?" The black shadow danced in the air in a circle.

"The movements you did in EH01 last time did not exist in reality at all, or they do not exist easily. Without flowing metal muscle components, it is more than ten times harder to mimic human movements than you think! So, you can forget about it before the sixth generation mecha." Lord Hei felt that his tone was very flashy. When he saw Mu Fan earnestly listening to his advice and turning behind him, the smiling eyes on the ball flashed.

"What should I teach you today? I'll teach you the real mecha operation today."

Mu Fan sat in the driver's seat. There were 13 red and blue robotic poles on both sides, and the top half of the keyboard in front of him had a row of 178 control buttons.

"The purpose of making a mecha is to use a human body as a robot for amplification and improve on it. This mecha is a product of the human Earth era. Using the 178 keys to achieve a relative number of human movements is already extremely simplified."

Mu Fan's face was bitter. The first generation was so simple. The first generation, the second generation…

"After familiarizing yourself with this basic mecha, you will begin to come into contact with the next generation's 196 bond control. I will give you systematic training and teaching. Don't worry, you won't have a chance to use this mecha in the future. This is a separate mecha for you." Blackie explained according to his own train of thought and did not notice Mu Fan's thoughts.

"Don't even think about lagging behind on the mechanical keys. That is pure ignorance! The parts on these low-generation mecha alone are worth a thousand notes, not to mention the advanced mecha. It is the original intention for a machine that weighs a hundred times more to perform human actions. But don't forget that in a real battle, it is more important for you to perform non-human actions! Can you simulate that? Can you twist your joints? A true mecha master must use the existing mecha to perform actions beyond imagination!" When Mu Fan curled his lips at the control panel of the mechanical keys, the white ball instantly turned red and black.

Technique corresponded to strength. When controlling most mecha, the requirement for personal strength was zero. What was needed was the body's endurance and spiritual acuity. Mu Fan listened to the philosophy in the black language. He felt that the words spoken by the black language were very standard.

He did not know that on a marginal planet of the federation, in such a barren and desolate place, a robot was instilling him with the even more vast and long-lasting mecha philosophy of the inheritance of another parallel plane.

Mu Fan pressed the activation button in the black chat, and the screen in front of him lit up with sweat. This was the first official operation of the mech that was so close to reality.

Mu Fan pushed the hydraulic turbine with his left hand. "Hum!" He felt his entire body move along with the cockpit. His right hand, his right hand, quickly adjusted the level strength.

He quickly raised his left hand and knocked on the console A3, A7, B4, E5…

This was a slight adjustment to the mecha's leg movements. The tip of the mecha's foot would rush down, and the mecha would definitely fall if the foot stepped on it.

What was behind E5?

Mu Fan was flustered. His movements, which were smooth at first, were quickly blocked.

The white skeleton in the base suddenly lifted its left foot and stepped forward. However, when it took a step in the air, the mecha's ankle suddenly twisted to the right. Then, the mecha stepped down like a patient with a fracture.

Bang!

EH01, which looked like a white skeleton, fell on the ground. The surrounding lights shone on it like an exhibition specimen.

Mu Fan blushed. He had been lecturing for half a day, and he had promised that he would do the first step.

"Mu Fan, your posture just now was so embarrassing! I took a picture of you. Look." Mu Fan, who came over with his mecha, saw the black flying toward him, and a picture shot out of his eyes.

EH01, who was in the base, was lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out. His posture was extremely ugly.

"I'm so ashamed!" Mu Fan was really embarrassed. He had been too boastful just now.

He did not know that most of the mechas in the PO Battle Network had their control keys halved, and the mechas given to him by the hackers were restored with 100% real data. They were like shells, and there was a whole new world inside.

"I—I'll do it again." For the first time, Mu Fan was not so confident in the face of darkness.

"Hahahaha, all right. Since Lord Black is so kind, I'll explain to you again. Come, I'll show you how to get up. Push the right-hand red control shaft, number 2, 0.7 degrees. The control console, A8, C6, and H1 keys are pressed one after another. Your left hand will push the blue control shaft, number 1, and red control shaft, two seconds apart. Change the control shaft with your right hand. Keep your hand steady. Yes, that's it…"

Mu Fan did not take the first step, but under the guidance of Blackie, he successfully got the mecha up from its lying position.

He finally succeeded. Tears welled up in Mu Fan's eyes.

The EH01, which looked like a white skeleton, stood up unsteadily in this abandoned base. It had taken its first step!

Mu Fan, who was in the cockpit, was completely focused. His left and right hands alternated between the console and the joystick.

"Don't look down! Remember every key you pressed!"

When Mu Fan lowered his head to make sure the control panel was pressed, he was discovered by the hacker. He was scolded again. His hand shook when he was interrupted by the hack.

(t.n- hacker is referred to lord black)

Bang! The EH01 model fell to the ground again.

"Mu Fan, you fool!"

"It fell again…"

"God! Lord Egg! Don't embarrass Lord Black!"

Blackie excitedly reprimanded him. He was addicted to talking today. Lord Black was mighty! The two eyes on the metal ball were completely squinted. This was Blackie's happy performance.

Two hours later, when Mu Fan finally began to doubt himself, the mecha finally staggered through ten steps. This was the standard set by the hackers.

Mu Fan leaned back in the pilot's seat, exhausted. This was more tiring than him fighting the ferocious beasts outside. Just maintaining the balance of the mecha walking was enough to fill his mind with the densely packed control keys, not to mention fighting with this mecha in the future.

'Isn't there a simpler way to operate it?' grumbled Mu Fan. 'Why is this different from what I knew before?'

"No!" Blackie lied without changing his facial expression. He would not tell Mu Fan that there would be a brain coordinator in the future. That kind of thing was not suitable in bad situations. Well, he would train according to his method.

Poor Mu Fan still felt deeply guilty about his "bad" result. He looked at Black apologetically and said, "Black, did I disappoint you too much?"

Blackie flew around and said with certainty, "Yes! You should work harder if you know you are weak! Work hard, young man!"

Mu Fan nodded with determination.