Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 515 Electric Grid and Cliff

While Mu Xiang was saying this, Zheng Zha was thinking to himself, "Damn it, wasn't I supposed to be eliminated? If I finish this too, I won't be able to leave even if I want to."

"Come on, I think you're just putting on an act. With today's weight in the score, if you keep acting like this, it'll be too late for you to leave," Zhan Lan said irritably. "You'll still need our help later."

Zheng Zha chuckled: "No need. How about I stay for another round? It won't make much of a difference, will it?"

“Theoretically, that seems to be the case. After all, there aren’t any specific difficulties right now, and our troop deployment is quite flexible.” Zhang Jie thought for a moment. “Or maybe we could ask Mu Xiang, and just have you act as a spy, so you can deliver intelligence about the Allies to the United States?”

"Huh?" Zheng Zha was taken aback. He did want to pilot the mecha a little longer, after all, mechas were a man's romance... but he had never really thought about acting as a spy himself. The original plan was for him to infiltrate the United States later to secretly protect the team members there.

"That works too," Mu Xiang thought to himself. "Without a specific mission, my principle for splitting the troops is simply that the fourth-tier troops lead one side, and those in the same group can attack together, that's all."

"Is that so?"

"Nonsense, I don't have the ability to predict the future. This arrangement is already the safest one," Mu Xiang said helplessly.

As he spoke, he pulled the control stick, lifting the upper body of the mech. At the same time, his legs, which were fixed to the motion sensor area and combat suit, also began to move. When jumping, the pilot's movements could no longer be completely synchronized. After all, the pilot's range of motion was limited by the connecting devices; this required the pilot to use some counterintuitive actions for synchronization.

This counterintuitive operation is actually very difficult for ordinary people to master at this time... If Mu Xiang didn't have his current level of gene lock, he might have forced himself to develop a reflex. But a few days ago, while studying, he noticed that Luo Gandao didn't seem to have this problem.

Zheng Zha had also discussed this with the others, and his conclusion was that it was indeed much more troublesome than driving... which earned him a few eye rolls.

The training machine, nearly forty meters tall, leaped into the air and then turned around under the control of Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha.

Zheng Zha deliberately kept things simple. As he executed an aerial turn, he raised his right hand, pulled the trigger, and unleashed a three-round burst from the onboard hand cannon. Then, his left hand moved forward with his body, firing another three blank rounds, which exploded in the center of the distant target. The force he used was just right, neither too much nor too little for the mecha, and it finally completed a full rotation before crashing to the ground.

Upon landing, a burst of fire erupted from the jet exhaust beneath its feet, helping the training aircraft, which was not yet capable of true flight, to regain its footing.

Mu Xiang had planned to stay here anyway, so he decided to make the most of his time. The instructor's so-called "aerial rotation" was a general term for a movement, but there were no specific instructions. He and Zheng Zha jumped at the same time, but he distributed more power to his legs, almost launching himself into the air. At that moment, the jet exhaust nozzles on the training machine's feet opened, propelling the mecha to an even higher position.

The next moment, the hand cannons in both hands fired simultaneously, the trajectories of the three blank rounds from both sides intertwining before exploding in a distinct sequence in the center of the target. Mu Xiang pulled the control stick, guiding his legs to the side, and at his command, the training aircraft tilted in the air. Just when the other recruits thought such a daring maneuver would cause the mech to lose balance and crash, the training aircraft instead performed a side rotation!

Zheng Zha, who had just landed, thought to himself, "Holy crap!" While adjusting his posture, he glanced at the mecha being controlled by Mu Xiang. Finally, under everyone's watchful eyes, the training machine turned 180 degrees to the side and landed precisely. After landing, Mu Xiang didn't immediately stand at attention; instead, he casually lifted one leg and turned back to his original position on one leg.

At the same time, the reloaded hand cannon fired again, with two bursts exploding almost simultaneously on either side of the target. Meanwhile, the smoke from the previous hits was only just rising from the center. In fact, this was already close to the training machine's limit… According to Mu Xiang's estimation, the training machine could only manage to dance at most, and that would require its ankle components to be in good condition. As for somersaults, those were beyond the capabilities of this training machine.

When the sound of the blank rounds exploding subsided, the instructor remained silent, almost as if he had muted himself. After a long while, applause erupted simultaneously in the simulator and the hall behind it.

Zheng Zha chuckled to himself, "Having fun pretending?"

"Isn't this what the mission requires?" Mu Xiang shrugged. "You could also play it a little more elaborate. What kind of reaction do you think it would cause if a genius pilot from the Allied Powers defected to the United States?"

"Huh? It doesn't feel much less shocking than the fact that Bitx Conway was an Allied spy."

"No, you need to think about how you performed back then. Within a year, you grew into a mechanical dragon at the fastest speed under the Allied training system. Few can match your piloting ability, and your other qualities are also far ahead... What are you thinking?" Mu Xiang sneered inwardly.

Zheng Zha pondered for a moment: "Not only a spy... but also a genetically modified human!"

"That's right. By then, how much internal suspicion will arise about you, a graduate of Tokyo University... So, from now on, just give it your all!"

Zheng Zha thought to himself with a wry smile, "Aren't you sure this won't lead to a global hot war?"

"Judging from the conditions given by the Supreme God, prohibiting us from instigating a global hot war is not actually a purely punitive measure. There should be a deeper reason behind any regulation, it's just that the Supreme God hasn't said it. Whether it's a mission or a restriction, we've seen plenty of guiding conditions." Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses, ignoring the instructor's comments in the hall.

"Perhaps, a global hot war isn't the key issue. The key issue is what devastating consequences a global hot war would bring. This could be extremely disadvantageous for the Reincarnation Team. In other words, this restriction is like an electric fence on a cliff; its purpose isn't to electrocute people, but to protect them."

Zheng Zha hesitated for a moment: "Uh... so what?"

"Don't rush to conclusions. There's another reason for the above inference that you might not have realized yet, and that's also my explanation for your initial question." Mu Xiang smiled. "What does it mean to trigger a global hot war? Cause and effect are everywhere. If we really talk about it, we could be wiped out at any time, right? If this restriction of the Supreme God is taken as an absolute iron law, it's a dead end in itself."

"Considering the true purpose of this restriction, I think I can still control the pace and prevent us from being held accountable... because as time goes on, this restriction will likely be lifted on its own."

“How come you see?”

"Because we are Team Central...we will eventually face the cliff beneath the electric grid."

(End of this chapter)