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

Chapter 530: 348: Old Silver Coin Entraps Itself l

Chapter 530: Chapter 348: Old Silver Coin Entraps Itself l

He spent four hours in the morning studying the commander’s tutorial, and continued reading in the afternoon, striving to pass the high school graduation exam without cheating with the help of the stars.

In the evening, he would enter the simulation training system to further enhance his control of the Galaxy Equipment and demonstrate his skills to others.

At the same time, he had to spend at least an hour each day on Brainwave Synchronization Resonance Training to steadily increase his awakening level.

Two and a half days later, Harrison Clark’s time machine was docked in front of a huge flying machine.

This flying machine was a metal planet.

Driven by its power, the planet was moving at a speed that defied the laws of physics along an elliptical orbit at a 70-degree angle to the Ecliptic Plane.

Harrison’s docking was relatively stationary, but in reality, the time machine was also moving at high speed.

The planet was actually the Summit Fortress, which used to be Mercury.

Compared to its original size, the Summit Fortress had grown significantly larger, with an astonishing diameter of 18,000 kilometers, 1.5 times the diameter of Earth.

Of course, its mass was not as great as Earth’s, since it was made up of countless hollow buildings.

When the Summit Fortress was first built, it wasn’t this massive. But as time went on, more and more researchers moved in, more project teams were established, and more laboratories were built.

The original capacity of the Summit Fortress was no longer sufficient, but fortunately, humans were able to generate metal through mass-energy conversion using the energy provided by the Dyson membrane.

One after another, modular units were manufactured by the Space Shipyard and placed on top of the fortress.

Subsequently, the structure was continuously expanded, and after hundreds of years of development, the Summit Fortress grew to its current scale, resembling a hideous metal monster in space.

This was the largest flying vehicle ever built by mankind, a fusion of the most advanced human technology.

Making a flying vehicle larger required just as many considerations as making it smaller, if not more.

To counteract the enormous gravitational collapse, a force field had to thoroughly cover every part of the battleship.

The stability of the force field equipment was extremely demanding.

After all, any slight deviation in any device could cause a large-scale gravitational collapse on this artificial planet, which was even larger than Earth, resulting in casualties and a loss of scientific and cultural productivity.

After all, there were nearly three billion outstanding researchers from all over the human race working on scientific research here.

In addition, there were hundreds of other space laboratories similar in function to the Summit Fortress, scattered around the Solar System.

Although their scales were not as large as the Summit Fortress, they each engaged in different research projects.

For example, the Institute of Heavy Explosive Weapons Research led by Martha Owen was located at another space research center, which was not large in scale but highly elite in staff.

Thanks to the increased energy production capacity of the Dyson membrane, the absence of war consumption, and the delicate distribution of resources by the stars, research projects could be more meticulous and comprehensive.

In this timeline, Earth’senvironmentwas just the tip of the iceberg for mankind.

Humans’ homeworld is now the entire Solar System, they just can’t leave it behind.

One minute after the time machine and the Summit Fortress moved along the same track, they successfully docked.

Harrison Clark disembarked from the time machine and stood on the surface of the “planet” made of colossal metal.

There was air around him, so he didn’t need to wear a protective suit.

Unlike Earth, the Summit Fortress did not create a complete atmosphere due to the requirements of experimental projects.

Under the coverage of the stable force field, the atmosphere covering the surface of the metal planet was less than three kilometers, and the structure was not complete.

As a result, when looking up at the sky from here, one would not see blue sky and white clouds, but only a vast starry sea, which was also magnificent.

The stars in the sky were exceptionally bright.

As the light from the distant sun filtered through the energy force field, it was not dazzling; it seemed like a small bright lamp hung forever in the sky.

The self-rotating speed of the Summit Fortress was slower than the Earth’s, and its surface gravity environment was much smaller than that of the Earth. However, Harrison Clark’s perceived gravity was exactly one G.

He tried to adjust it and found that gravity could be adjusted on a person-to- person basis according to their preferences and exercise needs.

The adjustment range could be precisely set to the area of his shadow.

When two people with different G values were in close proximity, their smart brains would automatically generate force field walls to interfere and block the contact, preventing accidents caused by sudden changes in gravity.

Harrison thought that as a man aiming to become a super soldier and being too busy to workout, he should seize every minute and second.

He simply raised his G value to 6G with the swipe of his hand.

Not far ahead was a large central square covered in grass.

There were fountains and lush green trees in the square.

There were people coming and going in the square, wearing white or blue work clothes.

Some people were walking ponderously while deep in thought, others were gathered in groups of two or three, arguing incessantly. The atmosphere seemed relaxed yet serious.

Once in this research planet, Harrison could feel the academic atmosphere of this era more clearly.

It looked promising, but everyone seemed to have the old problem of working too hard.

Almost everyone’s discussions were about academics, and they would immediately request simulation experiments to prove the right or wrong of their ideas during the collision of intellectual sparks.

Those who were walking on their own must have been thinking about their work as well. They would occasionally stop to take notes or consult some materials.

They didn’t have any hobbies.

These people should learn from Martha Owen, whose descendants inherited her love of folk songs.

Harrison thought that scholars were really too tired, and their brains were not getting any relaxation, which was detrimental to creativity itself.

The human brain is not a machine, and there should be a balance between tension and relaxation. Sometimes, the ingenious ideas can only be obtained from relaxing the mind and forgetting the trivial past.

Research without creativity lacks soul.

The path may be long, but it won’t be broad, and eventually, one will be trapped in a dead-end.

Harrison wondered how those original Lost Ones researchers who had set out a day earlier and arrived at the Summit Fortress were doing.

He also thought of the old man with white hair who was researching ultra­high-frequency short sounds.He paid special attention to this person.

It was indeed very unfortunate for the old man as he could only watch helplessly as others made breakthroughs after coming to a realization, obtaining achievements such as Gene-Modified Warriors. He achieved nothing and walked out of a dead end, deciding to give up Ultra-high-frequency Short Sound and switch to the development of a new stable energy field.

This was not his highest talent, but he had no choice.

“General Clark, I’ve been waiting for a long time. I’ve heard so much about you, and indeed, your reputation is well deserved. What a young hero!”

As Harrison Clark was slightly distracted, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Looking back, it was Mr. Connor’s familiar, wrinkled face.

On their way here, it was decided that the top leader of the research system would personally receive him.

Their eyes met.

Mr. Connor was smiling brightly.

Harrison was also smiling brightly.

Both of them had different thoughts.

There was a click, and something broke.

Harrison looked down and saw a shining silver needle held in Mr. Connor’s right hand, which was being extended towards him as he spoke.

The needle was very thin, like a strand of hair.

At the back of the needle was a small medicine tube the size of a fingernail.

If not for any accidents, the needle would have accurately and unmistakably hit his waist.

But now, the needle had hit the force field wall that automatically appeared due to the difference in personal gravity between 6G and 1G and broke into two pieces.

Half a drop of medicine was still hanging on the broken end.

Mr. Connor followed Harrison’s gaze and saw the broken needle in his hand.

The atmosphere became awkward.

“Haha, sorry, I forgot I was holding the medicine andwanted to greet you.”

Indeed, Mr. Connor quickly made an excuse without even blushing.

He silently put his right hand back into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

Harrison looked at Bernal Connor, still smiling, even brighter now.

That old man’s bad habit was deeply rooted.

A dog can’t change its habit of eating that stuff, huh!

Trying to stab your ancestor with a needle again!

If it weren’t for my good fortune in turning on the 6G gravity just now, I might have been screwed!

Without asking, Harrison knew what Mr. Connor wanted to do.

He must have been commissioned by some life science researchers to knock him unconscious so that they could take a large amount of his gene fluid.

But Harrison wasn’t angry, he was actually happy.

As long as Mr. Connor maintained this unconventional approach, it meant that the training’s impact on his personality wasn’t too deep.

He can still be saved.

So, in terms of research work, he might now be trustworthy.

“Hello, Mr. Connor.”

Harrison adjusted his gravity again and reached out his right hand, intending to shake hands with him.

Mr. Connor hurriedly pulled his right hand out of his pocket, “Hello, you…” Smack.

Without a word, Mr. Connor fell flat on the ground.

Harrison rolled his eyes.

This fool must have accidentally stabbed his leg with the half-needle through his pants!

Aren’t you trying to screw me over?!

To get to the Superbrain Core of the star through regular channels, Harrison had to have Mr. Connor personally authorize it.

What should I do if he falls down as soon as we meet?!

What would people think of me?!

Did I knock Mr. Connor down as soon as I arrived?!

I’m the scapegoat for this pot!

But his worries were unnecessary, as a hole soon opened in the metal ground behind Mr. Connor, and a group of girls wearing white lab coats rushed out.

These girls looked anxious and panicked. They didn’t bother checking their surroundings and threw out an automatic capture-type injured protection bag.

This bag flew out by itself, like a magic weapon in a fantasy novel, and quickly wrapped Mr. Connor up inside.

The zipper shut automatically, making it look a bit like a body bag.

At the same time, these white-coated girls rushed towards the fallen man, lifting his hands and feet.

One long-haired girl with her back turned to Harrison shouted, “Thank you, Mr. Connor. We’ll return him in two hours, lighter by just two pounds at most!”

Seeing the old man being put on a stretcher at lightning speed, Harrison was amazed.

Wow, you guys are too fierce!

Two pounds?!

I’m struggling to carry this weight. What if you only open the bottom hole when you take samples? Won’t this old man ascend to heaven on the spot given his age?!