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

Chapter 496 - 325: The Emperor of Liver [6000 words large chapter, extra update thanks to the alliance master Egg]_3

Chapter 496: Chapter 325: The Emperor of Liver [6000 words large chapter, extra update thanks to the alliance master Egg]_3

Those who have experienced the difference between a top-notch teacher and a rookie teacher will understand that even when teaching the same curriculum, using the same materials, and facing the same students, the achievements of the students taught by teachers of different levels can be strikingly different.

Moreover, even among top teachers, each student may prefer different teaching styles.

Some top students may excel in a particular subject but have no idea why they are so good at it.

One day, a teacher with whom they had a great connection and a similar way of thinking takes a sick leave, and the school replaces them with another high- ranking teacher. While the other students’ grades remain relatively unchanged, their grades plummet dramatically.

Why?

Is the new teacher’s level too poor?

Then why did the other students not see a decline?

The reason is simple: the new teacher’s way of thinking and lecturing is incompatible with the student, making learning more difficult for them.

They have to change their usual learning habits and ways of thinking to forcibly adapt to this new teacher.

So, what would the effect be like if a student could receive lectures from all the most suitable teachers for them within a civilization spanning hundreds of years?

And the degree of adaptation could even be precise to a specific knowledge point.

For example, when an academic master in history discusses a certain issue that resonates with Harrison Clark, Star extracts that part for him.

For the next issue, the master is no longer suitable, and another is swiftly switched in.

What kind of manifestation is this?

Irreproducible, one of a kind.

This is a capability exclusive to Star.

Apart from her, no other artificial intelligence can complete the analysis of a student’s thinking patterns and quickly retrieve useful fragments from a vast database within such a short time.

This teaching model is only applicable to Harrison Clark and cannot be widely promoted.

Everyone’s situation is different, and the reference materials Star finds for Clark do not have universal applicability, nor will she consume computing power for others in this way.

Clark is unaware that the staff in the Quantum Intelligence Brain Center are on the verge of collapse during these 33 days.

Their emotions roller-coastering every day.

These people have no idea what’s going on, but the system’s computing power keeps fluctuating wildly, occupying more than 70% of the capacity.

Some even wonder if, as things continue to develop this way, Star will actually complete a 100% character simulation one day.

With the Great War imminent, they can ill afford such antics.

The panic of outsiders doesn’t bother Clark, who is engrossed in the ocean of learning.

Eventually, he manages to cover most knowledge points from junior high school to the second half of high school within a crazy 33-day period.

He only leaves the house twice.

Daniel Thompson grows dissatisfied with him and insists that he participate in Galaxy Equipment training. Clark then goes out and scores 100 on the simulator.

Afterward, he receives a special Galaxy Equipment real machine and scores another 100 on the assessment with actual operation.

Three days later, at noon, Clark submits the chillingly impressive “Tiger-style Galactic War Ball Training Manual 1.0.”

Dumbfounded, Lion, who is lying in bed for recovery and rehabilitation, firmly closes his mouth and quietly changes the word “Tiger” to “Clark.”

Another time, General hears about Clark not leaving the house and escaping training, and calls him over for some questioning.

Clark goes.

He first presents his two 100-point assessment scores, then reveals the “Clark- style Training Manual” and finally uses Star’s misunderstood judgment.

He sincerely reports, “Reporting to General, due to the awakening of my battle talent, the high school level knowledge I previously mastered has undergone a severe passive forgetting phenomenon. I have absolute talent in battle, and I believe I will not disappoint. However, I have to prepare for cultural lessons exams.”

As he says this, a look of grievance on his face, he makes Nora Camp feel frustrated.

She becomes as anxious as Clark, “Ah? Why didn’t you say earlier?”

Clark shrugs, “You didn’t ask me when you made the decision to announce the standards.”

“Alright, off you go. Wait, do you want me to arrange a teacher for you? Do you know Martha Owen? She’ s my childhood friend.”

Clark shakes his head in refusal, “No need. I’ll self-study. No problem.”

Nora Camp lets him go and adds a note to his personal information.

” Sergeant Clark is currently on an important mission. No one is to disturb him. Special note: Especially Daniel Thompson.”

On November 29th, 3019, Clark wakes up as usual at six in the morning.

When he steps into the dormitory living room, there’s no breakfast laid out to his liking on the table.

He waits a little longer but doesn’t hear Star’s sexy teaching as he’s used to.

“Star?”

He tries asking.

For the first time in a long while, Vivian’s voice rings out in the room.

“Hello, Sergeant Clark. The Supreme Intelligent Brain, Star, has returned control to me and left a voice message for you. Do you wish me to play it?”

“Yes.”

Star: “Your learning progress is almost complete. I have obtained a large amount of reference data through my communication with you, and I need to use more than 70% of my computing power for data analysis, attempting to simulate personalities. My remaining 29.999…% of computing power is needed to maintain the daily operation of society. So, I’ll chat with you after I’m done. As for tomorrow’s exam…Good luck.”

Clark: “Huh?”

What kind of ghost is good luck?

Angry.

Is this for real?

I knew she wasn’t that kind-hearted.

Pretending to be an attentive private tutor, in the end, all she wants is to absorb something from me, ol’ Clark.