Foresight Is Zero

In 2092, the war between humans and "retrobiotics" entered its twelfth year. All tactical AI, ace pilots and precise deployment will be countered by an unknown field: the better the route, the deeper the ambush; the more accurate the prediction, the faster you will die. In the future, we will have to look back sixty-six years ago for those consciousnesses that have not yet been "converged" by war training. Chen Mo, nineteen years old, has spent 3,000 hours in search, attack and retreat, has passed the mark in marksmanship, and has a gold rank. He is not good at predicting and never leaves any backup plans for answers. After a game, his consciousness was connected to a broken mecha from 2092. When others judge the enemy's next move, he only looks at how the sand moves, whether the muzzle of the gun is white, and which way the bunker just cracked. Therefore, on the battlefield where all the masters were locked, he became the only one who could not be written into the answer in advance. But no one told him: Every victory will turn into experience, and every experience will make him more like a real master. In the reversal field, becoming stronger means starting to be seen by the enemy.