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

Chapter 675: 422: One Piece of Information After Another?Thanks to League Master Laoyouzi at the Right Time?_2

Chapter 675: Chapter 422: One Piece of Information After Another?Thanks to League Master Laoyouzi at the Right Time?_2

No one spoke all the time, and Harrison Clark was afraid that he had lost the ability to speak, so he developed the habit of muttering at random.

Then…

He screamed.

Yes, he thought of a new solution.

The intelligent devices were thoroughly destroyed, and it was nearly impossible for him alone to cobble together a spaceship with spaceflight capability from the ruins of Earth. The difficulty was immense.

Even if he could solve the power problem using biological batteries, he wouldn’t be able to meet the calculation needs of the curvature engine, let alone have navigational capabilities and space shields.

A new problem arose: how could he send a signal to the people in the colony to let them know that there was still someone on Earth?

He shook his head in despair ten minutes later.

After getting used to the quantum network, he overlooked one thing.

The limitation of the speed of light.

Even if he did manage to build a large radio signal transmission tower on Earth, it would take a minimum of four years for the signal to reach the colonies at the speed of light.

However, the Compound Eye Civilization’s Edge Ship Fleet would reach the Orion Arm in just one more year.

Harrison Clark didn’t know how the war would progress and whether they could hold out for three years.

Well, actually, that wasn’t important.

If the human colonies could receive his signal, so could the Compound-Eyed Observer.

Given the performance of the Compound Eye’s ships, it would be nearly impossible for him to call for human reinforcements first. Instead, he would only be summoning the enemy.

Harrison Clark shook his head with a bitter smile and finished the tea in the cup.

Forget it, let’s stick to the original plan. Continue excavating Earth’s history and try to assemble or repair a spaceship from the garbage I collected by myself.

If there was a chance, he could also try to piece together an auxiliary intelligent brain, which would solve the navigation and shielding problems effortlessly.

It seemed like a pipe dream, but it was just a hair’s breadth away.

As long as he could find a palm-sized intact intelligent brain chip and two stable biological quantum structures to act as storage mediums for a database, his ever-growing assembly techniques might actually bring something together.

Back in his room, Harrison Clark brewed another cup of strong tea and continued with his diary.

This time, he didn’t note any trivial matters in his diary and instead set two core guidelines for himself.

First, thoroughly understand and delve into the history of Oxfordshire within a month.

Second, collect more waste and attempt to create a spaceship and artificial intelligence.

He stayed there for another seven days.

In these seven days, he collected over ten thousand components and caused hundreds of explosions.

However, he became more and more proficient. He didn’t need to read the nameplates of components and could just glance at their shapes to determine which was a variable capacitor, which was an energy flow stabilizer, and which was a gravity signal transmitter.

He even managed to assemble an old-fashioned crawler engineering vehicle and installed a gravity wave detector on it with a scanning range of up to five hundred meters in radius.

It was a bit sad to say, but he found the complete framework of the gravity wave detector in a child’s toy that resembled a Galaxy War Ball Ultimate Battle Armor.

This object had been merely a science toy for a child 500 years ago but now became his helpful assistant.

The reason it was not destroyed might well be precisely because it was only a toy.

Anyway, his waste collection efficiency had greatly improved.

He also upgraded the functionality of his Quark Device, which could finally automatically identify objects with antimatter battery properties, promptly stop quark replication, and prevent short-circuit explosions.

His personal collection was growing, and he could come up with over a dozen different tastes at every meal, greatly improving his quality of life.

Everything was taking a turn for the better.

But there were hidden dangers. Harrison Clark found himself increasingly unable to part with the home-cooked Assam Black Tea byproduct tea water.

Although the taste seemed ordinary, he couldn’t put the tea down and would feel unwell if he didn’t drink it every hour.

Additionally, the buzzing sound in his head became more frequent and louder.

Sometimes it woke him up in the middle of the night, and his first reaction upon waking was that he needed a sip.

Without a doubt, something was wrong with his condition.

He was addicted. His addiction was severe, reminiscent of the spaceship commanders who used to play Gwent while rolling iron hoops.

However, Harrison Clark wasn’t panicked.

After all, people are mortal, and these negative states will disappear after death, so what is there to fear?

He even began to actively increase the intake.

He wanted to know exactly what message these extra signals his brain was picking up were trying to convey.

Since the biological battery nature of the tea leaves should be similar to the special components found in other organisms’ bodies, just not as strong, the message should not only be intended for him. Those other organisms could also receive it.

Understanding the nature of the message might provide new answers.

At that moment, he hadn’t yet realized that every time he drank tea, the biological currents in his brain would slightly strengthen, his logical thinking would enter a highly active state, and his reasoning abilities would continuously rise, all while quietly suppressing his emotions.

This effect was eerily similar to that of Song of the Wilderness.

He could have been immune, but because he drank tea, it entered his body directly, accompanying the absorption of polyphenols by his digestive system, entered his brain, and became too difficult to resist.

As for these messages, they were signals that he had intuitively summarized after his highly active logical thinking connected with the cosmic wisdom.

This was the second time he had felt connected to cosmic wisdom, and it was much more protracted and stronger than the connection he had experienced during the brain quantum storm when he was being chased and bombarded by countless particle-related bombs.