"They will succeed, won't they?" Emma watched the screen as the Newton Fleet disappeared into the spatial jump channel.
Emma's tears flowed incessantly as she sobbed and asked.
The fatty behind her didn't say anything. He was kneeling on the ground, praying with all his heart and muttering words.
Emma approached him quietly and listened carefully for a while. The more she listened, the stranger her expression became. Finally, she couldn't help but kick the fatty and scolded, "You coward who fears death, get up and look at the blueprints!"
Looking at the blueprints was the task given to the fatty by Professor Carter. Since there was not much repair work to do, the old man thought it was a waste to let the fatty idle around. Moreover, many complex weapons and mecha components were things that the fatty had never been exposed to before. In order to allow this guy with strong hands-on ability and good understanding ability to play a big role, Carter specially set the permissions for the fatty to access all technical files and blueprints.
Such permissions were usually harder than an impossible mission, but time was not waiting for anyone now. No one knew when Zenith would fall into the hands of the enemy. In order to quickly complete the experiment at hand, it was necessary to cultivate an auxiliary staff member who could quickly understand intentions, be familiar with technical indicators and blueprints, and have strong operational ability.
The fatty, who was favored by the old man, fell into Emma's hands.
"Strict teacher produces outstanding students," Emma said.
Emma also said, "Fatty, I will hold you responsible."
So, in the hands of this woman who had the order straight from Carter, looking at blueprints and files became a form of torture for the fatty.
No matter who it was, if you were asked to look at hundreds of blueprints and dozens of pages of files every day, and take exams every day, and you were not allowed to sleep or eat if you couldn't remember or calculated a data wrong, you would probably go crazy.
The fatty, who had not slept well for several days, took the opportunity to lie on the ground, wearing a painful expression on his face, as if Emma had kicked him with a fatal internal injury.
Emma, who was used to the fatty's antics, was not moved at all. She drew her energy gun gracefully when she saw it.
As soon as he saw the gun, the fatty had no choice but to quickly get up and look at the blueprints in front of the central computer, pretending to be serious.
Perhaps Fatty's prayers had worked, as a week later, the federal government released news that the combined fleet of the Fourth, Sixth, and Seventh Space Fleets had successfully broken through Celestria Empire's blockade on the jump channels. Although the Newton Local Fleet, serving as the vanguard, had suffered significant losses, they had opened the way for the follow-up forces. The strategic achievements were already evident. The Second Corps, composed of the First, Second, and Eighth Fleets, had also assembled and were gradually passing through the jump points to reinforce the Orion Galaxy. Surprisingly, the Third and Ninth Space Fleets appeared magically in the Cassiopeia Galaxy, creating a diversion for the Imperial space fleet in Cassiopeia Galaxy.
These good news meant that the battle in the Orion Galaxy had reached a stalemate, with Celestria Empire's dominance in the air completely shattered. The ground resistance on the planet Nebulae would also receive support from the federal space fleet, with continuous supplies of materials and troops from the central galaxy. The mobility between cities had also partially recovered.
In addition to knowing that Zenith was safe, these news also allowed Fatty to sleep well for a few days.
In his spare time, Emma had been following the news on television, cheering for the federal space fleet and being fascinated by the young and handsome commanders or pilots introduced on TV with remarkable achievements. She had almost no time to bother the poor Fatty anymore.
Moreover, Jake Tenorio had some talent in mechanics and a good memory after all. After a week of proficiently mastering the theory, he could recall data and blueprints almost effortlessly. As long as the mechas and weapons were built on the same theoretical foundation, Fatty could easily apply his knowledge to various situations, rarely encountering problems that could stump him.
It seemed that Fatty had become idle again, but since he had already experienced the bitterness of being overworked, he would not give Carter and Emma the opportunity to cause him trouble again. On the surface, Fatty was like a walking database loaded into the central computer, looking solemn and frowning every day, busier and more miserable than before.
Actually, Fatty was quite comfortable and relaxed at this moment, reading a tutorial on psychology on his computer. As the sniper with the top score in the reconnaissance training team, Fatty has always had a deep interest in psychology, because psychology is based on the establishment of feelings, and controlling a person's feelings can affect their judgment and psychology. Fatty had preliminary knowledge of this in his sniper and disguise training. The central computer of the laboratory stores almost all the technology since the development of human society, and the information on psychology is very rich. Since he had the opportunity, how could Fatty, who loves disguising and setting traps, resist the temptation?
So, without realizing it, Emma became Fatty's experimental subject. Fatty carefully observed Emma's every move, analyzed and judged her emotions, and quietly influenced Emma through the placement of certain objects or tools, suggestive language, or specific music.
Emma felt that her emotions and reactions had become somewhat strange. She began to care about things that she would never have noticed before, and her emotional fluctuations increased. She loved to cry and laugh, and sometimes felt depressed when she entered the laboratory in the morning, but became cheerful in the afternoon.
When she chatted with Fatty, Emma asked him if he had the same problems, puzzled. The jerk said that he was a man and didn't have those problems, but women have those days every month.
Emma blushed and decided to never speak to that darned fatso again.
"Success! She didn't pull out her gun!" Fatty cheered in his heart.
Later, Fatty even attempted to directly hypnotize Emma.
Unfortunately, Professor Carter happened to come to discuss a problem with Emma, and Fatty's experiment was forced to stop.
The deeper Fatty delved into the research, the more he felt that he should become a master of psychology. These things in psychology were simply tailor-made for him. By combining language, behavior, temperature, color, objects, touch, taste, and sound to create a specific feeling in people, Fatty could influence their psychological activities. When he saw Emma's reaction was exactly as he had predicted, Fatty felt like he had become a god.
"Hehe, if I could develop a trick that would make women unable to resist falling in love with me...I'd be rich..." Fatty thought lecherously.
In the following days, everyone in the laboratory became Fatty's experimental subjects. He could not only judge a person's psychology through their subtle reactions but also evoke their subconscious and even create illusions.
The laboratory was in chaos, and everyone was thrown off balance.
When Carter realized that something was off, the laboratory returned to normal because fatty had shifted his interest to a book called "Assassin's Invisibility Technique."
This was no fantasy work; it was a masterpiece that combined illusion, optics, magic principles, environmental science, and psychology. Fatty was immediately hooked.
So, the people in the laboratory began taking pills to prevent or treat heart disease.
If you were scared several times a day by a sudden appearance of a fatty, or saw a plant or even a refrigerator walking around, or had a fatty flying over your head, and then everything disappeared except for you, you would take the pills too, or your heart couldn't take it.
The only one who felt happy was Emma. Magic and illusion had a strong attraction for her, after all, she was just a 20-year-old young girl. So, there was often a scene in the laboratory where a woman waving a shotgun forced a sad-faced fatty to perform magic.
After playing enough invisible games, fatty found another good thing. It was a book called "Realistic Imitation." The crappy name covered up some training on scamming skills.
This sleazy scumbag was ecstatic. The book contained scamming techniques such as elocution, etiquette, sweet talk, female psychology, art and antique appreciation, forgery, and behavioral imitation. It even provided step-by-step examples of how to fool people.
So, fatty began his life as a scammer.
This scumbag imitated Carter's voice and called the college kitchen, angrily reprimanding the poor chef and making the kitchen provide sumptuous dishes for the laboratory. At the end of the call, he strangely said not to make him angry with these lousy things again, as he was very busy.
Fatty succeeded once again, and nobody saw through his trap.
After improving the food, the nowhere-to-go fatty quickly targeted the laboratory staff nearby, deceiving almost everyone. These inexperienced researchers were no match for him, and many of their personal collections ended up in fatty's storage box.
It wasn't until a researcher showed off the antique gun he received from fatty to his expert friend that fatty's stunning fraud was exposed.
Although fatty was collectively judged under Emma's leadership and suffered another beating, this scumbag was very happy. Everyone admitted that his scams were deceptive, and he only got caught due to his minor mistakes during the manufacturing of the exposed antique gun.
Fatty paddled like a crazy dog in the ocean of knowledge. After surviving 21 near-death experiences, he realized that he had many shortcomings. The experience of begging for luck in desperate situations made him understand that in order to survive in a war, he needed to learn more skills that might save his life at some point.