"How much Perception Power is required?" Lin Xinghai asked sincerely.
He wasn’t worried his Perception Power was too low. On the contrary, he was worried that his performance would be too shocking.
Perception Power was one of Lin Xinghai’s few remaining secrets.
It was best to keep it hidden if he could.
Otherwise, if he ca off as too much of a demon in every respect, he was genuinely worried sothing bad might happen.
"Generally speaking, after breaking the first Genetic Lock, the Perception Power you have can only barely be used with this Control Helt. The ’Brain Nerve Transmitter’ inside also has to run at its lowest power setting, or it will damage your brain."
"But this low-power operation only allows you to control the cha to make so simple movents. Only by breaking the second Genetic Lock can you support the normal operation of the ’Brain Nerve Transmitter’ and bring out most of the cha’s functions."
"To perfectly utilize all of the cha’s functions, only soone like the Commander, who has broken the third Genetic Lock, can do it," Roger explained patiently.
Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but nod repeatedly as he listened. This gave him a good idea of how not to seem too outrageous during the upcoming test drive.
After all, it was no exaggeration to say that his current Perception Power was already the highest in the entire Heaven-Sundering rcenary Corps.
He had already discovered when he woke up this morning that the range of his Perception Power had increased to 140 ters.
"Besides determining how much of the cha’s combat power you can unleash, Perception Power has another very important function: combat support," Roger continued.
"Combat support?" Now Lin Xinghai was genuinely a little confused.
"That’s right. After you start the cha, you rely on the helt’s 360-degree projection to see the outside world."
"Under normal circumstances, this projection is perfectly adequate. But fighting a Mutated Zombie is not a normal circumstance."
"You’ve seen the terrifying Speed of a Mutated Zombie. Even though we’ve beco the Optimized and our retinal motion tracking has been greatly enhanced, it’s still extrely difficult to clearly see a Mutated Zombie’s every move."
"In that kind of situation, adding a projection into the mix is just making things harder for yourself. You can easily suffer a major loss, especially in close-quarters combat."
"So that’s when you need to use your Perception Power for assistance. It’s like having a second pair of eyes."
"Well, all this talk from is no substitute for you experiencing it firsthand," Roger said, trailing off.
In his opinion, it was still too early to tell Lin Xinghai these things. At the very least, he’d have to wait until Lin Xinghai broke the second Genetic Lock to understand what he was talking about.
"Alright, I’ll give it a try," Lin Xinghai said eagerly.
Then, under Roger’s guidance, he entered the cockpit and pressed the buttons to start the cha. Roger gave a few final instructions, then jumped down as the cockpit door closed.
The cha was highly automated. After startup, the seat deployed a safety harness, securing Lin Xinghai. The helt suspended above also descended automatically and fitted onto his head.
After putting on the helt, Lin Xinghai’s vision instantly changed.
It felt as if he were standing high in the air, looking down.
Moreover, as he turned his head, his field of vision rotated in sync. At that mont, aside from its weight, Lin Xinghai couldn’t even tell he was wearing a helt.
In addition, in the lower right of his vision, there was a semi-transparent system panel that displayed the cha’s operational status and so data.
Right now, it displayed: "New user detected. Matching brainwaves."
Below that was a progress bar for the matching process.
Roger’s final instruction was that the match percentage had to exceed 10% to et the minimum power requirent for the Brain Nerve Transmitter.
With Lin Xinghai’s Perception Power, the match percentage quickly surpassed 10%.
The mont it exceeded 10%, he felt a ntal jolt and simultaneously beca aware of the cha’s torso and limbs.
That’s right, he *felt* them, he didn’t *see* them.
’This is a very strange feeling. I feel like I can control the cha directly, just like my own body.’
He acted on the thought, and sure enough, the cha raised its arm.
However, the movent was a bit slow and stiff.
But as the match percentage continued to increase, Lin Xinghai’s perception of the cha’s body grew clearer and clearer.
At first, he could only get a rough sense of it. For example, with the cha’s arm, he could only perceive its existence and nothing more.
But gradually, Lin Xinghai could perceive its internal structure—things like the engines in the arm joints, the transmission systems, and the power units inside.
And when the match percentage reached 50%, this perception rose to a new level.
He could now individually control the engine in a specific joint, increasing or decreasing its power output.
This level of fine control could undoubtedly unlock more of the cha’s performance.
’This must be the level Roger can reach. Only by controlling a cha to this degree can you be of any help in a fight against a Mutated Zombie.’
But Lin Xinghai’s Perception Power was far greater than that, so his match percentage didn’t stop there. It soared all the way to 100%.
Perfect Match!
This was sothing only a person who had broken the third Genetic Lock could achieve.
With a perfect match, Lin Xinghai felt as if he had two bodies. He could freely control every single one of the cha’s fingers.
Of course, it wasn’t without a cost. During this process, the Brain Nerve Transmitter would cram the data from hundreds of sensors inside the cha into his mind all at once.
This was why he could clearly feel and control every single component within the cha.
By Lin Xinghai’s estimation, not even Fang Tianhe could control the cha like this for long. The burden on the brain was just too great.
Of course, the match percentage could be manually lowered. In a non-combat state, it could easily be turned down to a more comfortable level.
However, Lin Xinghai’s Perception Power couldn’t be compared to Fang Tianhe’s. Even at a 100% match, he only felt a little strained.
Lowering the match percentage to 80% made it feel effortless.
Then, Lin Xinghai began to walk around the hall, controlling the cha.
"It’s hard to control at first, so be careful not to fall," Roger kindly reminded him.
Then, he watched as the cha before him started to jog, jump, throw punches, and kick. It even finished with a backflip.
Roger’s mouth gradually fell open, wide enough to stuff a couple of eggs inside.
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