Hearing there was another option, Li Feng was overjoyed. "Wait? How do I wait?"
"This universe is rich in elements, but the energy form is too primitive. Coupled with severe damage, according to calculations it will take between ten to one hundred Earth years, with a thirty percent margin of error."
Xiaojin still answered meticulously, but Li Feng, standing nearby, was about to lose it. God, are you messing with me？
After repeating it a few times and finding Xiaojin's answer was exactly the same, Li Feng had no choice but to accept it. He had no alternatives—he had to pass the training as quickly as possible. He hadn't even started his military training, but now he was being trained by aliens first.
But soon Li Feng shook off the gloom and threw himself into training with burning passion, because this was the optimal fighting style designed by Xiao Jin for Li Feng's physical condition, tailored to Earthlings, while also incorporating some Maya civilization techniques—undoubtedly ahead of its time.
The training took the form of holographic simulation, divided into two parts. One part was physical tempering—a good mecha pilot can't do without a strong body. The other part was BS001 Combat Training. Sensing Li Feng's admiration for the effectiveness of BS001 training, Xiao Jin kept this model but increased the difficulty. The hellish training began.
Only Li Feng's spirit entered the training state, but with Xiao Jin's technological power, synchronizing mental training effects with the body was very simple. This technology had been achieved in Maya civilization five hundred years ago. If the demands were too high, Xiao Jin, having sustained too much damage, couldn't handle it, but this requirement was really no big deal—the database was relatively complete, and the actual operation was fairly simple.
Xiao Jin in the simulation space was just a phantom; its main body was still in self-recovery, a process that was extremely slow. This reluctant activation was only triggered because it sensed Li Feng's intense mental fluctuations. So, for the root cause, we'd have to look to Li Feng himself.
The illusion underwent "materialization," becoming almost indistinguishable from the real world. Li Feng's surroundings gradually turned into a training ground—a downright luxurious training ground. Some equipment he had seen before, some he knew about, and some was completely unheard of, likely not from Earth at all.
These were precisely the training tools Li Feng craved. The ones Ma Ka had bought were already outdated, but even with his thick skin, he couldn't bring himself to ask for more. Seeing all these goodies, he couldn't help but excitedly rush forward.
"Master, the first phase of training begins. The equipment in this training ground is designed based on your physical condition, able to exercise every key part. This training phase is also divided into two aspects: active exercise and passive exercise."
"Ah, what's passive exercise？"
"Passive exercise means training your body's endurance when being attacked."
Cold… Could it be I'm about to get beaten？
This… I only wanted to be a mobile suit pilot, not a martial arts master！
But looking at the meticulous robot, realizing it had no intention of acknowledging me as its master, only giving mechanical answers—maybe the civilization on that planet was just too backward, or the damage during the parallel space crossing was too severe… Wait, parallel space？？？
Although Li Feng rarely attended class, he was still a fine youth of the 23rd century. Parallel space was still at the stage of sci-fi speculation, a power far more difficult to imagine and reach than simple time-space travel… It just said it crossed over… was that real or fake？
“You really came from a parallel space？”
“Yes, master. The original master achieved godhood and merged with the universe. Little Gold was thrown into a parallel space by the prince. For some unknown reason, an impossible crossing actually succeeded.”
“…Then why do you call me master？”
Oh god, that's so cool—but I hope it doesn't end up offing me, its new master. That would be disastrous.
“Damage is severe. The system detected bloodline compatible with the original master. According to robot master-recognition protocols, a robot that has completely lost its master must select a bloodline compatible with the original master to recognize. Upon landing, I happened to encounter you, and the recognition process was initiated.”
Li Feng had a rough understanding now. That Earth was another Earth, but its civilization had reached an unimaginable level. He and that original master must both be Earthlings.
…But here on Earth, there are tons of Earthlings. Wouldn't it get tempted and switch to someone else？
“Can the master be changed? I mean, if you find someone more suitable?”
Li Feng probed carefully. This was a matter of life and death.
“Unless the master dies, the robot cannot recognize another master. Moreover, if the robot fails to fulfill its protection duty, it must self-destruct.”
The reason it came to Earth to recognize a master was that the system analyzed that it had arrived in another dimension and could not return. It was also the original master's wish.
Time travel comes at a price. It's just that, despite the seemingly severe damage, the robot I picked up is still this impressive.
“Master, according to the principle of efficiency, if you have no questions, please begin training.”
“Sure！”
Li Feng felt a bit elated and eagerly started training according to the instructions. The order was already set, but the moment he picked up the most ancient dumbbell... it was so heavy. It didn't look that big—how many pounds was this thing！
“Master, all equipment is designed based on your body's sub-maximum limits. To ensure you stay motivated during training, once you slack off, you'll randomly experience tactile effects like electric shocks, burns, magnetic explosions, ultrasonic impacts, laser strikes, etc.”
……
Li Feng didn't pay it much mind and eagerly began exercising following the virtual coach's movements. The first round only required ten reps. Li Feng pushed through to eight, already feeling his neck cramping up. He risked his life to finish the ninth rep, and just as he was about to heave a huge sigh of relief...
Sizzle... Boom.
Lightning strike... Li Feng, our buddy, went black.
Intense pain, sourness, and numbness all over his body, as if he'd really been struck by lightning. This feeling lasted five seconds, but to Li Feng, it felt like five years.
“Master, please continue. The system is designed based on your physical limits and mental breakout limits. For instance, just now, your body could have done up to eleven reps at its limit, and with enough mental stimulation, even up to thirteen.”
Xiao Jin's stiff voice rang out. At this point, Li Feng no longer found him even a little bit cute—he was a downright devil！
God, he understood physical limits, and he understood mental breakthroughs. Humans could unleash extraordinary strength in dangerous moments, but he'd never heard of training for that.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly—maybe when he opened them, everything would be back to normal！