I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 930 - 566: Folco Armor and Tiffany Bell [3500 words]_1

Chapter 930: Chapter 566: Folco Armor and Tiffany Bell [3500 words]_1

March 2685, Ceres.

Tiffany Bell finished her day of training and was taking the underwater shuttle through the passage leaving the Summit Research Institute Ceres Branch’s No. 3 Mechanician Training Ground, heading to her residence thirty kilometers away.

Ceres, the smallest and only dwarf planet in the Asteroid Belt of the Solar System.

In the Solar System, Ceres has been the focus of attention since the 21st century due to its unique structure.

Its surface contains a large amount of water-bearing minerals, and there is even more ice in its mantle.

As early as the mid-22nd century, humans had already taken root and flourished on Ceres.

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After hundreds of years of transformation, the once rock-covered Ceres has long become a verdant paradise.

Under the restraint of the force field shield, Ceres has an almost identical atmospheric layer to Earth.

Humans have implanted a gravity device in the core of the planet, and the simulated gravity environment is exactly 1G.

Otherwise, with the gravity conditions of Ceres, a slightly forceful jump could send one into space.

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Inside residential building No. 37851 in the intermediate residential area.

Tiffany Bell’s parents arrived home almost at the same time as her.

Both were senior employees of the Ceres Machinery Manufacturing Factory.

As native Ceresians, the Bell couple, now in their eighties, grew up in obscurity and worked quietly. At the age of sixty or so, they met by chance, and on a whim, they decided to raise a child together.

This decision changed their lives.

At just nine years old, Tiffany Bell demonstrated her natural talent in machinery manufacturing and debugging and was selected to join the Summit Research Institute Ceres Branch.

Unknowingly, three years have passed, and the twelve-year-old Tiffany Bell has already become a senior student of the Ceres Branch and is about to graduate smoothly and start her career.

“Tiffany, what performance evaluation did you receive at the mech training graduation?”

At the dinner table, Tiffany Bell’s mother asked nervously.

Tiffany lifted her head slightly, her chin raised proudly, and said: “I was rated A-Class in comprehensive assessment and SS-Class in potential assessment.”

Her mother’s expression faltered, and she couldn’t help but look disappointed.

Her father nudged his wife’s arm on the table, hinting for her not to look so obvious.

“Congratulations, then. Our Tiffany is definitely going to work in a military factory, at least as a technical director.”

With a forced smile, Mrs. Bell replied.

Tiffany looked at her mother, puzzled, “Mom, you don’t seem very happy?”

“Not at all. No, we are happy to see that everything is going well for you.” Tiffany Bell’s father spoke up for his wife.

But clever Tiffany couldn’t be fooled.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became inexplicably oppressive.

Many similar conversations were taking place in family kitchens ever since 2675, when a fleet capable of traveling at 200 times the speed of light entered secondary curvature space – humanity’s counterattack had begun. Every couple hopes their children will be the next dragon or phoenix, but deep down, they wish even more for the safety and wellbeing of their descendants.

Parents would rather go to the battlefield themselves, hoping their children could live a peaceful life.

However, as human technology continues to advance, the gap between people with different abilities grows wider.

Ordinary parents who give birth to gifted children find themselves in a helpless situation, unable to stop their children from soaring high.

They don’t even have the means to stop their children.

This also goes against the wartime laws of the Empire.

After dinner, the three family members gathered together to remotely check on the condition of their other dozens of children.

Some of those children were still embryos, while others were two or three years old.

These dozens of children were in the Infant and Toddler Cultivation Center, more than twenty kilometers away from residential building No. 37851.

Since Tiffany showed her talent, cultivating new offspring had become the couple’s responsibility.

In recent years, the couple had been busily cultivating dozens of offspring at a high frequency.

The two usually visited the Cultivation Center every three days, while Tiffany, due to her busy studies, could only spare one day a month to visit her younger siblings.

The army’s urgent conscription orders for new graduates would result in Tiffany’s assignment being announced tonight. She would then immediately have to pack her bags and rush to the frontline.

Tiffany wouldn’t have the chance to return to the Cultivation Center. She could only visit her younger siblings through the holographic network at home.

Even though she could still communicate remotely after boarding the transport ship, the distance would inevitably make a difference in her feelings.

The large family chattered away in the network for quite some time.

An hour later, the communication time was over, and the family of three returned to their solemn state.

In another five minutes, the assignment report would be issued, and Tiffany would know where she was going and what position she would hold.

Her mother clasped her hands together, praying quietly that Tiffany would not be assigned to the front lines.

It would be best if she worked in a research institute in the rear, which would be both stable and less likely to be sent to the battlefield.

But Tiffany was somewhat excited and looking forward to it, speaking rapidly: “I heard that in the Witton Galaxy on the front lines, a new weapon called Folco Armor has been developed. It uses a Virtual Energy Tunnel Circuit, the new pulse warp engine, and a double-warp system. It even comes with a semi-intelligent artificial intelligence. I really want to go to the Witton Galaxy and see how powerful this legendary Folco Battle Armor that is ten times more advanced than the current mainstream equipment is. How great it would be if I could become a Folco Armor debugging mechanic.”

The Virtual Energy Tunnel Circuit was one of several speculative results left by Sergey before his death, which someone later realized.

According to Sergey’s idea, humans could use virtual energy to build a small, tube-like force field interwoven network similar to the properties of the Solar Dome.Electrons in these intertwined nets will change shape as they circulate, becoming a more pure oscillating frequency energy, no longer existing in a complete electron form, and their circulation speed can reach twenty times the speed of light.

This greatly improves the energy conversion efficiency of human equipment, allowing some previously unattainable high-performance technologies to move from theory to reality.

The effect of the pulse super-curved engine is to allow small units to enter the second level curvature space, with an overall flight speed of 200 times the speed of light.

As for the double warp system, it alternates the effects of two equivalent scale and efficiency warp engines to achieve double the warp distance and shorter rigidity time.

As for the Folco Armor’s energy system, it uses a classic combination of antimatter, dark energy, and high-energy biological batteries, with a large energy storage capacity.

As a small combat unit, its design allows for high-speed cruising range to reach thousands of light-years, while the economical cruising distance at twenty times the speed of light can be almost infinite.

The theoretical stable operating life of the equipment is one million years, so Folco Battle Armor can fly a total of 20 million light-years in the universe.

It is the first small unit in human history to achieve such a long-distance flight.

It didn’t exist in the 41st century of the previous timeline either.

The design uses a large amount of virtual energy, the unified rules of the previous universe, and the physical laws revealed by the dome.

“Shut up! Do you know what you’re talking about? How could this new equipment not go to the battlefield? The front line battle is so tense now, if you really become a Folco Armor’s pilot, I’m afraid you’ll have to start receiving military training tomorrow.”

Tong Mother finally can’t help it and yells angrily at her daughter.

Her tone was heavy and hurried.

Tiffany Bell was stunned at first, and then had a woeful expression on her face.

This was the first time that she had been rebuked by her mother since she became sensible.

Tong Father quickly tried to play peacemaker.

Unexpectedly, Tong Mother did not fall for it and said angrily, “You still defend her. Didn’t you listen to her tone? Since she said so, she must have filled in her intentions in the allocation of her volunteers.”

Tong Father was shocked and asked, “Is it true, Tiffany?”

Tiffany Bell lowered her head slightly and nodded, “Yes.”

Hisss!

The spacious and bright living room suddenly fell into silence.

With Tiffany Bell’s SS rank potential index and her fame on Ceres, if she really filled in her volunteer preferences, she would have at least a 90% chance of being selected by the Witton Galaxy.

After a while, it was Tong Mother who calmed down first.

She sighed, “Well, since things have come to this, let’s wait for the results.”

A few minutes later, a notification appeared on Tiffany Bell’s personal information system.

Her wish came true.

She was selected into the Second Special Battalion of Witton Galaxy’s Intelligent Battle Armor.

Although her specific position was not mentioned in the transfer order, the newly established Second Battalion, being named a Special Battalion, must have something special about it, and it is very likely to be the combat squadron responsible for controlling Folco Armor.

Tiffany Bell’s mouth widened into a grin as if she was happy and wanted to laugh, but she took a guilty look at her mother and didn’t dare to make a sound.

Tong Mother lay down on the sofa helplessly, staring at the ceiling blankly, “You’re only twelve years old! You’re still just a child, this…”

Tiffany Bell defended herself, “Mom, it will take me fifteen years to reach the Witton Galaxy by the latest 200 times light-speed time machine. By that time, I’ll be twenty-seven and no longer a child.”

Tong Mother: “…”

Finally, Tong Mother softened her face and tightly held Tiffany Bell’s hand, “All right. Since you’ve already been selected, there’s no point in me being down and out anymore. Besides, it’s unfair to those fighters who are fighting hard on the front line. If you go, you must do your job well.”

“I don’t have the authority to know the specific parameters of Folco Armor at my level. But I think it must be really important for the soldiers. I hope you can, with your armor, become the most reliable support for your comrades. Tiffany, I believe you can do it, you have that potential.”

“We’ve protected you since childhood, and your temperament is somewhat gentle, but remember, the front line is a battlefield, and others won’t be as tolerant as we are of your crying and whimpering character.”

“You must learn to be strong and to understand others. Finally, you must bear in mind the mission of a soldier. When given an order, even if it means death, you must hold your position. Our family has ancestors who were third-class evaluators. So whether or not we can re-prove our value is actually on your shoulders.”

Tiffany Bell nodded heavily.

“Yes!”

Since the Solar System was liberated, most of the third-class evaluators who had undergone prosthesis modification had gradually left the Solar System.

Some died alone in the universe.

Some continued their aimless and purposeless voyage.

Others found uninhabited planets and secluded themselves.

Of course, some tried to follow the information’s guidance, attempting to reach alien planets with similar life forms.

Although they held no hope, they also wanted to find their own kind.

These people were destined to become eternal regrets and scars in the hearts of Solar System people.

We couldn’t save them.

We even exploited them.

They gave their all to help the Solar System, but they also clearly realized that they were no longer human beings and could no longer integrate into human society.

When they gained freedom, their desire to leave was even more intense than those of the lower civilizations.

Before the prosthesis transformation, some of these people chose to leave offspring.

Both of Tiffany Bell’s parents had bloodlines descended from third-class evaluators.

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Feeling incompatible with their surroundings and saddened by the fate of their parents’ generation, the couple’s parents chose to leave Earth early and settle on Ceres.

Forty-five minutes later, a small shuttle carrying dozens of new graduates of various majors took off from Ceres, heading straight for the large dock hovering over the Kuiper Asteroid Belt.

There, Tiffany Bell and her classmates will transfer to a large high-speed ship capable of reaching 200 times the speed of light, heading straight for the border between the Sagittarius Spiral Arm and the Orion Arm, which is the frontline of the war.