Ronan felt a little panicked. Could he quit now, go back and dig through the Brain of Emptiness System files, and cram some knowledge?
Obviously not.
Once the test questions appeared, a countdown had already begun on the "Management Cockpit" interface. Ronan had taken several mock exams and could barely convert the mysterious civilization's basic units of time. Judging by the rhythm of the ticking scale, he had around seventy minutes.
He remembered that failing the Offline Test meant he would be unable to undergo a second authorization confirmation for some period of time. When it came to measuring a longer span, Ronan could only guess.
Months? Years? Or even longer?
The more he thought about it, the more he was inclined to consider the worst possibility.
And because of that, Ronan found failure especially unacceptable.
Since he could neither accept it nor change it, regret and lamentation were useless.
The translation ability of the secret script for "I" was basically what it was; it could not improve significantly in a short time. Ronan could only give it everything he had, extracting information from the materials and images.
The materials were manageable. Even if they were static and could not reflect changes during battle, reviewing them several times would always yield something, some additional line of thought. But reading and analyzing the scenes of war was utterly unfounded.
Ronan's military knowledge had always been lacking. What little he knew was basic common knowledge he had learned from Rock Blast. Besides, warfare at this level had long surpassed the scope of Earth's military concepts.
Ronan forced himself to observe the "friendly soldiers" hidden throughout the base's bunkers, facilities, and mobile vehicles. They had humanoid forms that instinctively felt familiar to him. Most wore highly advanced Exoskeleton Armor, somewhat similar to the