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Chapter 249 - 188: Galaxy Humans 3
Chapter 249 - 188: Galaxy Humans 3
Chapter 249: Chapter 188: Galaxy Humans 3
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A thought quantum storm, as complex as the energy exchanges found within the Milky Way Galaxy, roared and raged within his mind.
He glanced back at the spherical battleship of the invaders, his eyes emitting an invisible but powerful resonance.
It was his anger.
He spread his arms wide.
Every meh of his skin seemed to have a mysterious connection with the universe, deeper and more inexplicable than ever before.
His understanding of the universe changed, as if he had become the die-hard fan of the Intuition School he once was, connecting his brain with the universe at an even deeper level.
Harrison Clark was the first to prove a “truth” that current scholars could not validate.
The Institute of Life Sciences’ conjecture about gene awakening degree of 35% was indeed accurate.
Once this threshold was crossed, carbon-based human beings reached the next stage of genetic potential development.
Harrison Clark truly became a human of the next generation.
He named himself a Galactic Human.
Typically, this stage of evolution would only occur after humanity had spread throughout the Milky Way Galaxy and achieved a second-tier top-level civilization, which is the origin of the name Galactic Human.
However, due to special circumstances, humans trapped within the Solar System continued to squeeze their potential to the limit and assimilate innovative technologies such as S Bacteria. And because of Harrison’s additional personal circumstances, an individual Galactic Human was prematurely born within him.
In a way, Harrison Clark had already become another sentient being.
His thoughts grew extremely sharp, and his reaction speed dramatically increased.
He had surpassed the capabilities of the custom-engineered Morrowind System once again.
As the discomfort faded, he felt more adept in the midst of another explosion.
In an escape pod, Nora Camp, who had been keeping an eye on his physical condition, noticed the change.
In the life-monitoring system, the green light representing Harrison’s vitality first went incredibly dim, almost extinguishing, but quickly recovered its brightness in an instant, indicating his return to peak condition.
Nora Camp and Martha Owen nearby were utterly baffled, not understanding what had just happened.
For a brief moment, Nora Camp’s eyes welled up with tears, her nose turned sour, and sorrow welled up within her.
She thought that Harrison was done for.
But the situation suddenly changed.
“What just happened?” Nora asked.
Harrison replied, “Nothing much, just have Martha synchronize the data collected from the gravitational wave detector with me.”
Nora Camp responded softly, and Martha Owen nearby started the operation. Every time they said goodbye, Harrison always had much to say to Nora. But he never had the chance to bid her a proper farewell.
The closer they were to the end, the more crucial the junctions were. As such, there was no time to spare nor room for mistakes.
Every time, there were regrets. Harrison Clark was used to it now.
He could only casually deal with Nora Camp’s untimely concern, keeping his thousands of words locked away in his heart.
If the opportunity arose, they would say their goodbyes another time.
If life could ever reach perfection, it would surely be due to countless regrets coming together.
Seven seconds later, Harrison saw the enormous data collected by the gravitational wave detector on his end.
Indeed, it was a chaotic signal, like a snowflake flashing across an old-fashioned television set without a signal from a thousand years ago. The background wave fluctuations caused by successive explosions were too intense.
Just like footprints on a beach that could easily be wiped away by a raging storm surge.
What Harrison had requested was the equivalent of locating a 5498-degree Celsius atom on the surface of the sun, where the average temperature was 5500 degrees Celsius.
It’s not that Bernal Connor and others hadn’t tried their best to get it done; it’s just that they had failed, and there was no one to blame but themselves.
However, now as a Galactic Human, Harrison had a new method.
‘Terminate the analysis of external wave fluctuations, and direct all the power of the gravitational wave detector to my brain to analyze the quantum changes within my brain,” he instructed.
He planned to use his brain as a signal relay station to capture and amplify the fluctuation caused by the explosion of particle-interference bombs.
That’s because he could “hear” that sound now.
Martha immediately objected, “No! It will blow your brains out!”
Harrison shook his head, disagreeing, “It won’t. Just do as I say. My intuition has never been wrong.”
After ten seconds…
The conclusion was drawn.
A brief, low-energy thought quantum storm that would trigger a particle-interference effect was reconstructed.
Although the energy level was extremely low, the frequency was high, surpassing the detection limits of most of the current human detection instruments.
Only an incredibly sensitive gravitational wave detector could reconstruct it.
Harrison memorized the frequency information.
From then on, humanity’s use of particle-interference technology reached the next level.
One-stop manufacturing, remote activation, and all other functions were now possible.
Meanwhile, after finalizing the analysis, Bernal Connor and others shifted their computing power back to bomb surveillance.
Seeing dense clusters of red dots emerging on the star map, everyone’s faces changed.
It was over.
Nora Camp calmly told Harrison through a communication channel, “Harrison,
just leave. We are finished.”
Upon hearing her tone, Harrison’s heart trembled slightly.
Martha Owen, who was beside him, sent him the information.
In the star map he saw, nearly too million particle-interference bombs were densely distributed within a spherical cosmic space-radius of almost 5,000,000 kilometers, with the escape pod at the center.
And at the forefront of this space, the spherical battleship of the invaders had unknowingly crossed the space and was now quietly suspended ahead.
It had performed a short-distance space jump.
It had stopped moving.
In an extraordinary gesture of care or perhaps out of impatience for the slippery “little mice,” the invaders engaged in an all-encompassing attack of a greater scale than ever before used against the entire human fleet.
This massive sphere seemed to mock Harrison’s futile efforts.
As though it was telling Harrison:
Stop struggling.
You can’t even bear the appetizer.
What will you use to resist?
Why should you escape?
The absolute suppression of technology level has always been so ruthless.
Boom!
Chain spatial explosions began..