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

Chapter 220 - 220: 174: Humanity is Destined to be Imperfect_l

Chapter 220 - 220: 174: Humanity is Destined to be Imperfect_l

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Previously, Harrison Clark had specifically looked into the Intuition School.

He thought they were a group of very peculiar people.

After proposing the concept of particles with a very metaphysical method, Martha Owen’s antimatter bomb project team changed direction and became the Particle-Related Project Team.

The particle-related projects have now become the highest and most advanced in the entire human scientific community and are also the most promising projects to bring breakthrough progress to human war capabilities before the outbreak of the decisive battle.

Particles are the focus of the focus.

Apart from Bernal Connor, the high-level scholar and deputy team leader, many elite forces from various research institutes have been allocated to join Martha Owen’s team.

Nowadays, this project team can be said to be strong and well-regarded, with people sharpening their heads trying to get in but unable to do so.

After causing quite a stir in the scientific research field, Harrison Clark did not deliberately pay attention, but his fame in the scientific research community grew bigger and bigger along with the particle-related research.

Although Harrison Clark’s research process and proofs are extremely metaphysical, no one can deny that his results are astonishing.

No one knows who the first person to imitate him was.

In just a few days, more and more researchers facing different bottlenecks attempted to replicate Harrison Clark’s “research process.”

These people all shared a common characteristic.

Their projects were stuck at a certain stage, and despite their long and hard efforts, they still made no progress.

This group of researchers completely gave up hope of making breakthrough progress before the decisive battle.

It’s not that they have weak willpower or lack scientific spirit.

They gave up precisely because they understood science; whether it was their own research deduction or the simulation calculations of artificial intelligence, the answers obtained were very desperate.

They didn’t have enough time.

No matter how hard they tried, by the time the war began, they would still be useless to civilization and be a waste.

They didn’t want to be useless and wanted to make contributions, so they chose to imitate Harrison Clark, attempting to skip the arduous research process and obtain answers through seemingly intuitive reasoning, which in reality was akin to metaphysical meditation.

As more and more people followed this method, they started gathering together to exchange insights on intuitive meditation.

The Intuition School was born and rapidly grew and expanded within a few days.

So far, thousands of intermediate and senior researchers have joined.

As for ordinary or junior researchers?

Sorry, the Intuition School does not accept them because their basic knowledge accumulation is too poor. If you also want to play with intuition, then you are playing with pseudoscience and making a joke.

Those qualified to practice intuitive meditation must have some achievements in their respective fields before they can convince the public.

Even more amazing is that, as a gathering of scholars, they did manage to sort out a complete set of theoretical foundations for the school in just a few days.

They had a system.

Complete basic theoretical foundations, learning tutorials, and methodological systems…

These systems gradually turned it from a hobby association into a more professional one.

Apart from the aforementioned supporting branches and frames for the existence of the school, they also had the most important keystone.

Spiritual leader – the King of Intuition, possibly the first in human history, and so far the only man, Harrison Clark, who completed the extremely difficult academic research and proposed a complete and feasible implementation plan based solely on intuition.

Everyone then thought of that true-master from a thousand years ago who had the same appearance and name as him.

They came to a conclusion that sharing this name and appearance meant they were true-bosses.

Harrison Clark’s entire set of pseudoscientific speeches used to deceive Martha Owen were sorted out and repeatedly scrutinized.

God knows how much content the people in the school supplemented for his “research process” and how many brainstorming sessions they had.

These people eventually embarked on the path of no return by following the seemingly mysterious but theoretically based intuitive meditation methods.

They went from practicing in their spare time to simply putting down their work and getting immersed in “practicing” and discussing all day long.

This was the source of their daily lectures, sharing results, and making progress together.

Today, they finally managed to invite their spiritual leader, Dean Harrison Clark of the History Institute, three times to their humble abode.

With the utmost respect and reverence, the Executor of the Intuition School Council personally escorted Harrison Clark into the venue.

“Dean Clark, this way, please. These are the main members of our council. This one is…”

Harrison Clark waved his hand impatiently: “I don’t need to know so many people; I just want to see how you guys are doing.”

“Alright, alright.”

Walking into the venue, he saw that the crowd of about hundreds of people was clearly divided into two halves.

On the left side, it was quiet, everyone sitting down, some resting their chins on their hands, others lying down, or sitting with both hands on their knees and a serious expression.

These people had different shapes and forms, but the only common point was that most of them had their eyes closed and their eyebrows furrowed.

“Dean Clark, since it’s your first time here and you’re not very clear about the situation, let me explain it for you. Everyone here is meditating.”

Although Harrison Clark had heard about it, he felt stiff seeing it for the first time in person.

Every one of them here was like Amelia.

On the right side, people were engaged in heated discussions, perhaps about their own subject or perhaps about a new skill they had figured out to improve their meditation concentration.

Harrison Clark felt his mouth twitch involuntarily, suppressing his discomfort and asking, “Who has made the most progress in the school?”

The Executor pointed to a distant corner..