That Mecha actually looked at him?
"Activate."
White Hair responded without hesitation.
Saying a word won't cost you anything.
As soon as he spoke, the chest of the Mecha instantly popped open.
As if it were an ancient Knight bowing and awaiting orders!
"No way..."
White Hair murmured to himself, then charged forward faster than a mad dog.
The door of the Mecha's cockpit slammed shut with a thud, and lights flickered on all around.
White Hair quickly scanned his surroundings.
"Half-synchronized cockpit, consoles arranged in four directions... auxiliary fire control system, is this a shooting-type Mecha?"
The operation keys of this Mecha weren't labeled in the Federation's universal language, so he'd need to get familiar with the console.
But that wouldn't stop him from controlling it synchronously with his body.
As long as he could still shoot, that was enough!
At this point, he hesitated no longer and leaped right in.
