I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO BE THE SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD

Chapter 957: Chapter 591: Freaks [4800 words]_3

It is strange that despite the oddities in the meeting room, and the occasional provocative glances exchanged, the overall atmosphere was quite serious.

The vast meeting room was silent with no noise or chatter.

Everyone obediently sat in their assigned places according to the allocations made by their intelligent brains.

The seating order was generally arranged by height.

Almost every person here was new and unfamiliar, each one was an outstanding in their respective galaxy or legion. No one was entirely subservient to anyone else.

Perhaps after some time traveling together, the warriors would gradually reveal their true abilities through comprehensive training, or they would experience a battle. At that time, who was donkey and who was a horse would be crystal clear.

Tiffany Bell sat upright with her arms crossed, her eyes darting left and right as she continuously observed everyone else.

Tom once said in battle training that although top warriors can fight against hundreds on the battlefield and have capabilities far beyond the ordinary soldiers, it does not mean that they don’t need to pay attention to their comrades.

On the contrary, the better the warrior, the more likely they are to make use of all available resources around them.

Resources include their own equipment, external environment, enemy weaknesses, and most importantly, coordination and cooperation with their comrades.

No one knew what the Nameless Fleet would encounter during their upcoming voyage or when the battle might break out.

Tiffany Bell was not sure who she might cooperate with, so she followed her long-developed habit of observing others at every opportunity.

Observe their faces, watch their behavior and actions – this is the quickest way to initially understand fifty percent of a person.

So, when the time comes for coordinated combat, she can predict her comrades’ action patterns as accurately as possible and adjust her strategy accordingly.

Seated in the front row of the meeting room were a group of short warriors with various appearances.

Although these warriors were short, it didn’t mean they were weak.

Their bones were generally denser, and their internal organs, facial features, and muscle fibers were stronger. They were accustomed to living in high gravity environments.

Nowadays, there are three types of warriors. One type is similar to the armored warriors of the old times in virtual history. These warriors have the strongest ability to adapt and can maximize the potential of their equipment.

However, there are the fewest of these warriors because the requirements for their instinctive abilities, gene activation, and physical fitness are very high.

Most armored warriors are relatively short, and the tallest among them would not exceed two meters.

The second type is the armored mech pilots like Tiffany Bell. When deployed to battle, armored mech pilots also stay inside their armor for real-time programming. However, compared to the armored warriors, throughout the battle, armored mech pilots only need to withstand and deal with the impact of directional maneuvers made by the armor.

There are a moderate number of the second type of warriors.

The third type of warriors are pure mech pilots who dominate this timeline and are what Tiffany Bell was originally meant to become.

The armored warriors were what Tiffany Bell paid the most attention to.

Her situation was quite unique.

Although she had only ever fought as a second-type warrior, she had been receiving simulated training as an armored warrior all along.

However, she has never been able to complete the final test of the T100.

In Tom’s evaluation, she was still an unqualified armored warrior—a work in progress. To appear as an armored warrior on the battlefield prematurely would likely result in her throwing her life away.

Of course, Tiffany Bell firmly believed that one day she would pass the test and become a real armored warrior.

It took about three minutes for Tiffany Bell to make her observations before Commander Quentin Cooper of the fleet finally arrived at the meeting.

The first sentence Quentin Cooper said after appearing on the stage was this:

“Ladies and gentlemen, you have all achieved notable reputations on different battlefields. But I want to know, who among you is the strongest?”

The entire room was shocked by Quentin Cooper’s words.

Only Quentin Cooper knew what he was planning.

A day ago, Quentin Cooper was finally absorbed into the Salvation Association, becoming one of its core insiders.

Of course, he still didn’t know that Harrison Clark was still alive, let alone planning a revival.

Quentin Cooper encountered another concern within the Salvation Association.

So far, no warrior had shown the talent or potential to rival the prowess demonstrated by the wise man in the absence of history when operating equipment of the same level.

Assuming that the wise man could not return to life in the 31st-century, then how would humanity fill in the gap in cutting-edge combat strength caused by the absence of Harrison Clark?

This was a huge problem.

They couldn’t rely on the hope of civilization on another potential warrior like Needham Brown who hadn’t been born yet.

The most reliable method was to start cultivating super-level warriors now, forming a complete training system and improving the chances of producing such a warrior among humans.

Among all the current human armies, the Nameless Fleet was the most likely to produce super-level warriors. They were a collection of battle geniuses on their way to execute the most dangerous tasks, likely to encounter the most intense wars.

So, Quentin Cooper decided to change the selection process and try to ignite a more intense competitive spirit.

This behavior was commonly known as fueling the fire.

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