I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1141 - 677 Dont Forgive Me_1

Chapter 1141: Chapter 677: Don’t Forgive Me_1

Chapter 1141 -677: Don’t Forgive Me_1

Daniel Thompson fully understood the intentions of the virtual instructor named Instructor T.

It wasn’t some profound technique; he simply threw Nico Ross into an impossible high-difficulty task, demanding him to do the impossible.

Through these accumulating impossibilities, he forced Nico Ross to either break through the limits or collapse.

This was the same deplorable “forcing the growth” strategy that Nico Ross himself and the Sage Project Committee deeply detested.

As of now, Nico Ross had withstood the first wave of mental impact and adapted to the extreme torture brought by the ultra-high ratio of pain simulation at an alarming speed, demonstrating astonishing resilience.

Although Daniel Thompson couldn’t read Nico Ross’s thoughts, he could tell by his expression that it was anger that was helping him bear the pressure and continually break through his limitations.

He was angry at Instructor T for putting him in a “desperate situation” without his consent, and for increasing the pain index to an unnaturally high level.

At the same time, Nico Ross’s anger also targeted his subconscious. He couldn’t seem to understand why his subconscious would create such a mad and sinister instructor.

Also, there was a very simple “primitive rage” born from the accumulating pain and dissatisfaction with his situation.

Primitive rage doesn’t need a specific target; it is merely an external expression of human emotion.

In Daniel Thompson’s view, this move was incredibly low.

But, strangely enough, Nico Ross’s progress was astonishing, proving that this crude method was indeed effective.

However, Daniel Thompson was also worried. He didn’t know what purpose Instructor T wanted to achieve, and even thought it was time to stop while he was ahead.

If Nico Ross collapsed in this state, it would be challenging for him to recover later on.

Time passed bit by bit, and nearly two hours blinked by in an instant.

Other students had gradually completed their courses and exited the simulation training pods.

Daniel Thompson handed over the care of these students to an assistant and continued to watch Nico Ross’s condition through the coaching console.

At this point, his original anxiety had gradually settled down.

Daniel Thompson discovered two problems.

First, he underestimated Nico Ross’s mental attributes.

Second, Instructor T’s training plan was not actually crude. The simulated Royal III Improved Armor assigned to Nico Ross was not a conventional one; instead, its performance parameters were fine-tuned for the many intermediate skills Nico Ross had already mastered.

These fine-tunings were based on scientific principles and could potentially be reproduced on real equipment. Through these adjustments, the probability of performing the top-level Ultra-Short Range Warp Slash technique was significantly increased, and the difficulty was appropriately reduced. In addition, the seemingly deadly actions of the Imaginary Enemy’s worm were slightly different from those on a real battlefield. Although the performance parameters were consistent, the movement patterns and attack-defense capabilities were subtly different from real situations. These hidden details were slowly guiding Nico Ross, who had instinctively handed over decision-making in the face of repeated deaths, on the correct path to counterattack.

When he realized this, Daniel Thompson finally let go of his worries and felt ashamed of his initial shallow understanding. He hurriedly began to re-concentrate on observing Nico Ross’s training process and tried to extract those subtle guiding details from his perspective.

“Instructor Thompson, now you understand our intentions, right?”

As Daniel Thompson adjusted his mindset, he simultaneously received a message from Dylan Mitchell.

“Ah! Hello, General! I… Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I’m genuinely sorry; I apologize for being unprofessional and inadequately skilled.”

“Instructor Thompson, you don’t have to belittle yourself. We have special expectations of you. This lesson is for Nico Ross, as well as for you. The reason we didn’t inform you in advance is that we hoped you could discover the problems through your own summary, find solutions, and adjust your thinking. Now that you have discovered the hidden intricacies through your keen observations, it turns out that there are 100,000 other colleagues in the Secret Department doing the same thing as you right now. However, so far, none of them have detected as many details as you.”

Daniel Thompson’s face turned red, “General, you are overpraising me; my reaction is still too slow.”

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“It’s not your fault. In fact, it’s because we have withheld another piece of information from you.”

Dylan Mitchell sent Daniel Thompson two photos.

Once Daniel Thompson saw them, he froze.

After a long time, he slowly came to his senses and said calmly, “So Nico Ross was actually deceived. Instructor T does not come from his subconscious but was personally manipulated by Instructor Tiffany.”

Daniel Thompson’s voice trembled slightly; he was trying to control his emotions.

Daniel Thompson had been at Hard Sun III for some years, and as a military education professional, he knew of Tiffany Bell and her accomplishments.

In fact, every instructor in the Military System was a fan of Tiffany Bell.

Over the past two hundred years, since Tiffany Bell became the pinnacle of humanity in the battle in the Horizon Galaxy where the Nameless Fleet first encountered Void Energy Creatures, she has simultaneously represented humanity’s highest combat power and is the strongest instructor who has trained the most peak-level students.

Most people had great regrets in their hearts, lamenting that it was a pity Tiffany Bell was born in the wrong era. If she had been born a hundred years later, or spent more time in cryo-sleep, it would have been a great fortune for her to fight alongside the resurrected sages at full strength.