I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 209 - 209: 167: On Behalf of Humanity, Thank Youl

Chapter 209 - 209: 167: On Behalf of Humanity, Thank Youl

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A bit later, Harrison Clark received the official notice.

The content of the notification was not much different from what Nora Camp had told him in advance.

Martha Owen did not shamelessly take credit for his “research results” but had reported everything truthfully.

The attitude of the research academy regarding this matter was polarized, but with the support of Martha Owen and others, the project successfully started.

Unlike Harrison Clark’s amateur approach, the research academy moved decisively once it took action.

Material Research Institute, Military Industry Research Institute, Psychology Institute, Acoustics Research Institute, and the military system all collaborated, pooling human effort to start work.

Harrison Clark only provided an idea, the perfection of the theory and the specifics of its implementation still depended on others.

As a primary school dropout, he didn’t understand the full extent of modern humanity’s top research power.

He only judged by intuition that humans in this timeline might succeed.

Humans did not disappoint him.

In just one day, Martha Owen, the project leader, had sorted out her past research results and thoroughly digested the inspiration Harrison Clark had given her.

On the second day, volunteer screening was completed, and the experimental base was built. According to Harrison Clark’s guidance, a counter-compiling of “Morning Wind” was improved, and “Song of the Wilderness” was completed.

On the third day, the volunteers started showing unusual signs, and evidence of particle-related issues was found in their interests. These anomalies were the same as those predicted in the analysis report provided by Harrison Clark, a perfect match.

Although they still couldn’t locate the so-called particle or know how to trigger it, they had already proved Harrison Clark was correct and pointed humanity in the right direction for further research.

“In light of Harrison Clark’s outstanding contributions, a special certificate is awarded, and he is promoted out-of-rank to a Research Academy expert-level researcher.”

So the official notice concluded.

Harrison Clark was slightly dissatisfied, “What does ‘expert-level’ mean? Isn’t my achievement master-level? Just give me an expert title to fool me? Freeloading!”

Nora Camp replied irritably, “You haven’t even graduated from primary school after all. Now they’ve granted you expert-level authority, which is on par with Martha Owen. Aren’t you content yet? Expert-level means that, starting now, you can access most of the Research Academy’s internal information and even establish your project group within the Academy. Do you really want to be a master? Then sure, just go get a doctorate first.”

Harrison Clark turned and ran.

Looking for trouble.

Just having a primary school diploma tormented him to death. A doctorate?

Nora Camp watched his back and shouted, “You haven’t decided whether to go to the Research Academy or stay at Black Bear Training Base yet!”

Harrison Clark looked back and laughed, “What do you want me to do?”

Nora Camp pondered for a moment, “My rational judgment tells me that I want you to go to the Research Academy. Maybe you can come up with other inspirations there. In that case, you might make even greater contributions.”

Harrison Clark shook his head, “I know my limits. I can’t. I’ve reached my limit.”

This time he had plagiarized to the very end of technology, even turning it into mysticism.

He wanted to plagiarize more, but even a resourceful woman couldn’t cook without rice.

He continued, “You just talked about rational judgment; I’d like to hear your emotional judgment. What do you want?”

Nora Camp looked at him with reddening cheeks and hesitated, “In a certain sense, you have passed and completed the assessment. I still owe you a meal.” “Tonight?”

“Alright.”

Harrison Clark was overjoyed.

“Martha Owen is coming over tonight. Let’s eat together.”

Harrison Clark just walked away without turning back.

He inexplicably began to miss the old General Camp, who used to be straightforward and would play chess if there was any misunderstanding.

How much simpler!

Although reluctant, he came to the dinner as agreed. However, at the dinner table, he couldn’t help glaring at Martha Owen as if he wanted to chase her away with a stick.

At this point, Martha Owen was actually feeling even more awkward.

She felt twisted.

The results Harrison Clark produced were truly amazing, beyond her imagination.

However, his so-called proving process was so amateurish that it couldn’t be more amateurish, completely unreasonable.

Besides, just three days ago, he had been her weakest student.

This huge discrepancy between before and after made it impossible for her to respect Harrison Clark.

Now she had been entrusted by the Research Academy to come and express gratitude and reward him.

Feeling awful and uncomfortable, she didn’t know what to do.

Harrison Clark was the first to strike up a conversation, “Martha, what’s the current progress of the research? Have you captured the accurate particle yet? Have you proved the exact energy and matter conversion formula when the particle is produced?”

Instead of answering his question, Martha Owen looked at him in astonishment, “Martha… classmate? Harrison, what do you mean?”

Harrison Clark didn’t show any emotion, “What, you have such poor sportsmanship? Forgot our bet? Here’s another chance, what should you call me?”

There was a grinding noise.

Martha Owen’s teeth grinded as if scraping sandblasted glass with fingernails.

Nora Camp kept stepping on his foot under the table, urging him to stop provoking Martha, but he remained unmoved.

“Chen… Teacher Chen.”

Martha Owen uttered each word.

Harrison Clark grinned broadly.

“Ah, good student! Well-behaved, come, let me get you some ribs.”

He even picked up a large rib from the plate and put it in Martha Owen’s bowl.

Finally, Martha couldn’t hold back any longer. With a bang, she slapped the table and stood up..