I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1212 - 706 Growth Through Tempering Sudden

Chapter 1212: Chapter 706: Growth Through Tempering, Sudden Changes in Cosmic Rules_3

Chapter 1212 -706: Growth Through Tempering, Sudden Changes in Cosmic Rules_3

In this competition, Nico Ross didn’t actually fight with Needham Brown; instead, the command department scored them based on their performance after completing the mission.

Since Zero was watching the whole time, Needham Brown easily took first place, while Nico Ross’s name was in eleventh place, with a significant gap from Needham Brown.

Needham Brown suggested that Nico Ross should resign as the leader of the squadron.

Nico Ross paid no attention.

The third encounter between the two was during a chance meeting while they were both on their way, Needham Brown took the initiative to challenge Nico Ross, who accepted the challenge at Zero’s request.

This time, Nico Ross held on for fifty-seven seconds, showing significant improvement.

After the fight, Needham Brown had some doubts in his heart.

Since coming to the Glenoid Tribe Star, he could feel his personal abilities improving daily, and the increase was rapid.

Before leaving Earth, there had been a controversy within the academic faction on the planet.

Advancements in artificial intelligence had led to strong instantaneous computing power.

In terms of rapid decision-making capabilities, the overall index of Intelligent Warfare exceeded that of humans.

Before the appearance of the Glenoid Tribe Evolutionary Form, scholars once believed that AI-controlled weapons already possessed enough anti-interference ability. Therefore, with the current level of technology, do humans really need armored warriors?

Those opposed to the idea turned to historical records, pointing out that in every past era, the most reliable pinnacle of human strength was still humans – the sages.

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However, those who agreed stated that times had changed, and with different technological backgrounds, one could not apply the experiences of past timelines to the present era. To do so would be to deny the achievements of the sages and their predecessors, believing that their efforts did not bring about a qualitative change to civilization.

Both sides held on to their respective opinions, and neither could convince the other.

It wasn’t until Needham Brown defeated the most sophisticated and high-performance Intelligent Warfare device in a one-on-one competition with a lower-performance armor that the debate was somewhat diluted.

Needham Brown’s strength was undeniable.

As for other people’s opinions, Needham Brown didn’t care; only people who had reached his level could understand the essential difference between human and AI judgement.

Only humans could make a ten percent effort produce a twenty percent result.

Although people sometimes only exerted seventy or eighty percent effort, only humans had the potential to break through the upper limit.

The difference between AI and humans lay in the fact that AI always gave a hundred percent, never less and never more.

After arriving here, Needham Brown was steadily progressing towards the twenty percent in his mind.

Even though he was defeated by Zero, Needham Brown’s confidence was not destroyed. He saw an upper limit in Zero and believed that he could win one day.

Moreover, Martha Owen never stopped improving his equipment. Although everyone used Level 9 Humanoid Armor, Needham Brown knew that at least 30% of the armor’s performance had been improved these days.

Strangely, the time it took to defeat Nico Ross had increased.

Needham Brown didn’t say anything strange this time, just gestured and left.

At this moment, a Level 9 engineering armor clattered in front of Nico Ross.

The engineering armor was larger in size, looking like a small hill; it was named Mobile Fully Automatic Processing Factory in the Glenoid Tribe sequence.

“Hello, Martha Owen.”

Nico Ross knew who she was: she had been regarded as a god by Ponkt, Sophie Lee, Mata and others who had achieved some academic success and had replaced the Staff Department’s technical service group to become the overall technical director of all technical personnel on the Glenoid Tribe Star.

Nora Camp once told him in private that Martha Owen was two or three years younger than her, and she didn’t know how she became so intelligent.

The tone of Nora Camp’s conversation indicated that after a short period of one or two years, the two had become close friends from strangers.

Nico Ross was relieved.

Nora Camp, who had always been too talented to fit in and had few friends, now had someone to talk to and laugh with.

He didn’t know what the two women usually talked about.

Nico Ross had asked, but Nora would always blush and say, “It’s women’s business, don’t ask.”

He didn’t expect that Martha Owen would take the initiative to talk to him on Glenoid Tribe Star.

As he was reminiscing, Martha Owen spoke up.

“Nico Ross, I’ve collected your parameters. Next time we meet, let me adjust your equipment first before you fight Needham Brown.”

Needham Brown couldn’t help but speak up, “Martha Owen, you are my teammate.”

Martha Owen: “But now I am the overall technical director, and Nico Ross is also the captain. I have the responsibility and obligation to improve his equipment performance as well.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Nico Ross responded.

“I am also entrusted by others, you don’t have to thank me.”

Martha Owen didn’t say more, and she instructed the huge factory-like body to move back with a rumbling sound.

The fourth time Nico Ross and Needham Brown encountered each other, Martha Owen adjusted his equipment as promised.

They fought for more than five minutes, with Nico Ross losing by a small margin.

Although five minutes may seem short, with the current level of human equipment, the energy levels that can be mobilized, and the intensity of combat, it’s hard to imagine.

Victory or defeat often came down to a hair’s breadth, and the outcome was determined in an instant.

Normal combat time could hardly reach five minutes.

There was only one explanation: with Martha Owen’s help, Nico Ross had grown to a height extremely close to Needham Brown’s.