Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1166 - 167: The Frozen-Eyed Witch of the Practical Combat Camp

On the fifth day of the Practical Combat Camp, after completing the morning training, Tilan and her companions walked out of the mecha storage warehouse. At that moment, several 'special' officers, who had been waiting for some time, approached her.

The reason they were called 'special' was because their uniforms were a mix of deep blue and black, and judging by their ranks and insignia, they were clearly not part of the Practical Combat Camp.

"Hello, Miss Hecate, are you interested in joining us for lunch? We are members of the DS Institute. Here is our identification." The officer extended a chip identity card, which then projected a deep blue wolf head logo with a slight sci-fi mechanical style.

"DS Institute?" Tilan accepted the chip card under the envious gaze of her companions and inserted it into her personal terminal for verification scanning.

The DS Institute is an acronym for 'Death, Destruction,' and the mythical wolf named 'Sköll.' This institute was established through joint investment by the giant enterprise 'Cold Sun Wolf' and the military. It mainly focuses on researching large-scale mecha weapons and various individual combat weapons. Its representative works include the 'Starving Wolf' series of assault rifles, the 'Cold Teeth' series of close combat blades, and the 'Frost' series of special mechas. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Could you first tell me what this is about?" Tilan returned the card to the officer.

"We would like to invite Miss Hecate to participate in our new weapon development. Of course, many details are not appropriate to fully discuss here."

"Alright, but my lunchtime break is only 40 minutes, so I hope it won't take too long."

"No problem."

Perhaps accustomed to the military style, these institute members did not engage in the usual courteous flattery of commercial company personnel. Once both parties were seated in a corner of the restaurant, the officer took out a briefcase and showcased their current project and specific project details.

"This is the 'Frost X7' mecha we are currently developing. Its capabilities are related to freezing and ice sealing, which coincides with Miss Hecate's talent abilities. I think we will have much common ground."

The 'Frost X7' is an upgraded version based on the original 'Frost-D6.' The original 'Frost-D6' was a sixth-rank mecha, while the 'Frost X7' is being developed with the seventh-rank mecha as its target.

"I see." Tilan received the materials and began flipping through them, which contained a lot of information about new mecha concepts, functional directions, and technical applications.

"It seems your mecha research isn't going smoothly." Although the materials listed many new features and technologies, Tilan wasn't a complete novice. On the contrary, having spent nearly a year at 'Grey Dust Crystal,' she was familiar with such research projects, and the many things stated in the PPT were not necessarily achieved. Looking at the materials, many details were missing, indicating that the progress was not smooth.

"Miss Hecate, you are indeed a prodigy. Yes, the current progress is a bit slow, so we desperately need Miss Hecate to join us. You don't need to worry about the remuneration, and assisting us in research counts as service, giving you the same benefits and rewards as the Federal Military." They confidently introduced.

"Well, I'll consider it first." Tilan did not immediately agree, and the officer continued to persuade her.

"Do you know about the salary and bonuses at our institute? Just within a year, you can earn a substantial bonus of 5 million Federation Coins."

"Is that so." Tilan pondered her finances, tallying how much she had in her little treasure chest. She hadn't paid attention for a long time, as every month, 'Grey Dust Crystal' deposited a large share, with a string of zeros too long for her to count.

"Thank you, but I still want to think it over." The time was not early; she needed to attend the afternoon training now.

At this point, the attendees couldn't forcibly stop her, and they could only watch her leave.

"This girl seems hard to win over."

"Is she really not short of money? Her records state she comes from an ordinary family, but her college performance is excellent, entering the Federation's top institution."

"That must be it; after all, she's a top student from 'Golden Flame Flower.' She might not view this job favorably."

"Let's go back and discuss with the supervisor. Our highest authority can only offer this."

At the afternoon training ground, everyone began to familiarize themselves with the use of mecha firearms today.

Though called firearms, they more resembled cannons given the massive size of the mecha, carried on the shoulders of the mecha. As the pilot's visual focus shifted, the AI connected to the neural system began assisting the cannon's adjustment, automatically aiming it. Gradually overlapping triangles appeared in the cockpit's view, and the moment the front and back triangles aligned, the shoulder cannon fired, emitting a thick stream of light that struck a distant target.

Neural synchronization, core resonance tuning, power furnace activation, Magic Power delivery, system activation, branding conduits concentrating energy, optical and spatial coordinate positioning, micro-adjustment locking, activation firing... This chapter was originally posted on M^VLEMPYR.

Sitting in the pilot seat, Tilan closed her eyes to feel the entire process of the mecha's operation, even each detail of its movements.

With just a thought, the massive war machine, about 60 meters tall, moved accordingly. The heavy body quickly and agilely adjusted, maintaining a stable center of gravity while minimizing the impact of vibrations on shooting accuracy. Finally, a laser emitted a piercing whistling sound, destroying distant obstacles.

There's a subtle sense of accomplishment piloting this large mecha, especially after neural synchronization; it's as if she was no longer the small and fragile human, but becoming a powerful giant capable of crushing steel with bare hands and easily piercing through fortresses and tanks.