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

Chapter 479:1

Chapter 479:1

Elite Army 003 lunged forward and captured it, putting it into a custom-made cargo hold.

At this time, the nearest star to Elite Army 003 and Voyager 1 was still the sun.

A planet?

Where on earth would a planet be in this vast expanse of deep space?

The universe is not a backyard; stepping out into it is like venturing into a boundless desert of stars.

What’s next?

Fly back?

It’s not a bad idea, but it’s easier said than done. To get Elite Army 003 out there, seven Medium Engine super-rockets had to be discarded along the Solar System’s inner rim, one after the other.

Now, Elite Army 003 doesn’t have that much power.

After discovering Voyager 1, Elite Army 003 slowed down even more. To speed back to Earth or crash into the sun would take more than just a few years.

Maybe Elite Army would still be on its way home by the time Harrison Clark bites the dust.

If this was the previous timeline, under the circumstances, Harrison Clark would be willing to wait and entrust his fate to seemingly stable patterns.

It would be the same even if he collided with the sun after he died.

But this time, he came prepared. Elite Army 003 brought along some heavy artillery.

After drinking his fill, Harrison pressed the button.

36.71 hours later, the nuclear fusion bomb mounted on Elite Army 003 was detonated, turning into a not particularly sparkling fire in space.

Another 36.71 hours passed.

The newly built, far-Earth orbit telescope – Eye of Summit and FAST-2 (1300m aperture) radio telescope, operating for eight years, respectively provided observation reports of the area.

Elite Army 003 and Voyager 1 were both annihilated, turning into scattered metal debris in the universe under the extreme heat and shockwaves.

Half of the job had been permanently completed.

Harrison Clark marked the position where Voyager 1 was found.

As long as there aren’t any significant accidents, he’ll be able to find Voyager 1 in almost every timeline, following this direction.

But he’s not letting his guard down. In 2071, 2078, 2091, 2105, and 2121, he sent Elite Armies 5, 6, 7, 8, and the largest, most complete, most heavily loaded, and most technologically advanced Elite Army 9.

2121 was the year Master Carrie Thomas passed away.

Eight days after Carrie Thomas’s passing, Harrison Clark embarked on another unknown journey through deep space.

This was his seventh timeline but only his second time ascending to the heavens.

By now, looking back, the 3ist-century Harrison Clark already knew the outcome.

Since the Invader Barrier remains overhead, there is no doubt that I have failed again.

Keep reading.

After his “disappearance” was discovered, the world fell into chaos once again.

As per routine, he went live, revealing the secret. At 125 years old, he took off his gorilla costume and cheerfully waved at the camera, “I’m going again.’¹

Once you get addicted to showing off, you’ll always want to do it again.

People asked him why he was leaving and why it had to be “again.”

He laughed and said, “Because destiny needs me, because I can’t bear to part with the blue Earth.’¹

This time, he didn’t leave a letter. He had already poured everything he wanted to say into his “Madman’s Conjecture Collection” series, the “Compound Eye Crisis” movies, and games.

This time, he was even more relentless.

Last time, after he flew away, he almost lost contact with Earth.

This time, after leaving, he still remotely controlled Earth’s affairs, helped improve the “Compound Eye Crisis” game, continued to write “The Madman’s Conjectures Collection” series with more challenging thought processes, critiqued academic reports submitted by many scholars on Earth, scolded potential talents who dabbled in their work, and so on.

He was quite busy.

At first, he could communicate with Earth every few minutes. Then it became several hours, a dozen hours, several dozen hours, a day or two.

He was not lonely at all, even enjoying the thrill of orchestrating thousands of miles away.

In 2155, Master Harrison Clark sent his final message, a video.

“By the time you see this video, I will have closed my eyes for 71 hours, eight minutes, and nine seconds. I’ll say it again: the universe is vast, and I believe that humanity will come to visit someday. I have only one request: do not stop my unfinished work and continue moving forward.”

“Humanity’s future must not be limited to Earth. You must develop aerospace and colonization industries, even at great risk.”

In the video, Master Harrison Clark is holding something in his hands.

A household register.

Two marriage certificates.

A group photo of six people.

Himself, Carrie Thomas, Avril Green, Rainer, Julia Lambert, and Ward Owen.

It was the evening when they recorded “Never Walk Alone.” The six young members of the Salvation Band stood shoulder to shoulder in front of Homey Rose’s rockery, laughing sweetly.

Then, the familiar BGM began to play.

There were two parts to the BGM.

“Sharp edges fully exposed” and “Never Walk Alone.”

Master Harrison Clark slowly raised his head, his gaze falling into the distance through the window beside him.

It seemed like he was talking to himself, or perhaps addressing someone in particular: “Hang in there! I failed again!”

With that said, he closed his eyes.

One of the greatest beings of his generation passed away suddenly at the age of 159, leaving an indelible mark on the world.

During his life, he was ordinary .Live brilliantly.

Die alone.

Harrison Clark from the 31st century silently closed his eyes, not wanting to see the scene, but unfortunately, retinal projection was used this time, so closing his eyes was useless.

Harrison opened his eyes again.

How annoying.

Although he knew it would be like this, he still ended up making his nose sour.

He clenched his fists.

Cursing under his breath.

What a waste, can’t I succeed just once and enjoy 200 years in the 31st century?

Also, my constitution is too bad. I’ve pulled all the most advanced medical and health techniques on the spaceship, yet as a Galactic Human, I only live up to 159 years old.

My liver is not strong enough!

If I work harder, maybe another 30 or 40 years would be enough?

Shit.

I’m so angry.

I curse myself!

But he knew it was not his fault.

He searched so hard for decades, Elite Army 009’s detection range expanded to 20 million kilometers, but there’s still no news. It’s very possible Voyager 2 encountered some unusual situation.

Maybe even after a few hundred years, the situation would not be that different.

Anyway, he did too many things this time, changing the era too much.

So much so that the historical timeline became strange before his death.

Starting from the second half of the 21st century, his series of “Madman’s Conjectures” had an increasing impact.

What’s even more sinister is that since he became stronger, got a formal junior high diploma, and had professional historians like Emmanuel Berto help him sort out his knowledge, almost every piece of knowledge in the “Madman’s Conjectures collection” was logically coherent.

His “Madman’s Conjectures Collection” thoroughly explained the theoretical knowledge barriers that humans in this original timeline had to face from the 21st to the 23rd century.

Many scholars in various disciplines followed his footsteps.

In the early 22nd century, the theoretical knowledge level of some disciplines caught up with that of the mid-23rd century in his last life.

This is just one of the impacts.

Since 2042, the Human Scientists’ Living Security Association he left behind received a massive amount of funding.

Even after he put lots of effort into the aerospace industry, he still left $30 billion to the foundation and allocated 10% of Summit Games’ net profit to the association.

At the same time, led by Harrison, many businessmen, financial groups, and enterprises joined in, contributing money and resources.

Since then, the association played an essential role in the progress of the entire civilization’s technology.

It’s simple, researchers really became wealthy.

Working hard, dedicating, creating, not becoming filthy rich, but at least well-rewarded.

If they can produce recognized innovations, even just as grassroots researchers, they can quickly become rich.

Struggle becomes more meaningful.

Researchers were no longer underdogs.

In an era where wealth was admired, researchers could finally stand up straight and make a living.

Harrison introduced the “Madman’s Conjectures” and new technologies as a direct transformation of the technological level, like surgery.

He created the Security Association, which gradually healed the entire era of technology, like nourishing and conditioning.

He changed the atmosphere of the times.

At the same time, the association had him as a god, making the global work smooth, acting as an invisible rope that twisted all the major countries together, making scientific research more fluid and reducing mutual suspicions.

The new research in the field of biology and medicine he explored also achieved its desired effects.

As Eilen Elvin deciphered genetic information, he gained a glimpse of the mystery of longevity.

Longevity is a mysterious thing.

Some people smoke and drink but live a hundred years; some eat simple meals and exercise, yet have difficulty walking at sixty.

Many people have a one-sided view of health preservation.

Some people say vegetarianism is good; some say eating meat is good.

Some people say more cellulose should be consumed; others say more staple food.

Actually, both are incorrect.

The right approach should be to tailor different health preservation strategies according to each person’s genetic information.

Let vegetarians eat vegetarian, meat-eaters eat meat.

Let those who adapt to hot climates move south, those who adapt to cold climates move north.

It’s not about living a hundred years, but as per Ellen’s research results, this can at least allow someone who could only live to seventy-five to barely live another seven or eight years.

Eilen Elvin compiled his findings into a book and published it. As for what people do with it, that’s their choice.

Changing living conditions is challenging for ordinary people, but for essential talents, especially top talents, whether you like it or not, the Security Association will do it for you, and the country will also make demands on you.

Along with Lamont-Nigel’s cure for many terminal illnesses, the average life span of top talents has been extended by at least 20 years over the past century, from just over 70 to over 90.

Even Carrie Thomas only lived to 122 years old thanks to Eilen’s research results.

Chris Owen, the human expert in fatal diseases, lived to 2081 this time, at the age of 111, outlasting his successor Ward Owen and directly passing down the Whale Group to his genius grandson Terry Owen..