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

Chapter 97: Chapter 91: The Moment of Destiny

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His daily training was compressed into five hours, three hours of Azure Dragon Armor – improved armor training, two hours of strength training, minus the required ten hours of sleep each day, and two hours of chess and pre-game exercise, allowing him four to five hours of personal time each day.

He really wanted to spend this time learning about future technology knowledge, even forcibly attempting to learn primary and middle school materials from scratch.

He only managed to persist for a week before giving up.

It was too difficult, he simply couldn’t understand it.

Even with remote teachers giving lectures, he still couldn’t learn.

Even if Martha Owen insisted on tutoring him one-on-one, it was still in vain.

Harrison Clark had to admit the gap in intelligence, but the real problem still isn’t there.

Compared with researchers like Martha Owen or Professor Owen, who were trained in the scientific field, Harrison Clark’s biggest difference was that he had richer personal emotions, which made his thinking more divergent and harder to concentrate.

A millennium later, after the evolution of the human brain and nervous system, they possess terrifying self-control, even when faced with extremely dull knowledge which they have no interest in, they can maintain a hundred percent concentration.

It was as if they didn’t need willpower, they were born with this skill.

Not only mature researchers like Martha Owen, but also children who are still in school possess this trait.

Harrison Clark could never hope to achieve this.

Since he couldn’t learn, and couldn’t cram some finished technology patents from past materials, Harrison Clark simply spent his additional time listening to and transcribing songs, as he had time to spare.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, several months had passed.

One morning, Harrison Clark got up and looked at the wall clock.

It was October 26th, 3020, 8 AM.

Only one day left before the end of Human Civilization.

He reorganized more than ten songs firmly engraved in his memory.

He summarized the small accomplishments he had made.

During his time here, he had changed a few things, perhaps not enough, but he had done his best.

Under his leadership, the average level of all Azure Dragon Armor operators was now able to handle 18.7G.

Apart from himself, with an astonishing index of 47.9G, more than a hundred people successfully broke through the 20G limit.

He didn’t cower as a blind and dying waste but instead rushed to the front line to confront the impending enemy firsthand.

He was promoted to the rank of captain, though he still hadn’t joined the command sequence, he had reached the highest level of individual combat power.

In addition, he attempted breakthroughs in various aspects, though he didn’t succeed, it wasn’t for a lack of effort on his part, but rather, the wrong era.

He did everything within his capabilities, regardless of the outcome, he would have no regrets.

Next, all that’s left is to do what he can and leave the rest to fate.

He washed, had breakfast, and arrived on time at Nora Camp’s command room door as usual.

According to the schedule, today should be the first day of a new round of breeding efforts.

He knocked on the door.

“Please come in, Captain Clark.”

Harrison Clark entered the room.

Nora Camp was still carefully arranging the chessboard by herself.

Her expression was very focused, showing neither joy nor sadness, nor even any tension.

In fact, she knew what day tomorrow was, but she wasn’t as tense or excited as Harrison Clark had anticipated, seemingly no different from usual.

It was said that some captains of other battleships started needing medication to sleep one or two weeks ago.

Once the door to the command room was closed, Nora Camp put down her chess piece, pressed the reset button, and the pieces on the glass chessboard returned to their original positions.

She smiled sweetly, “I have some good news for you. From today on, we don’t have to try to mate anymore.”

Harrison Clark was taken aback and then asked with relief, “Really? The decisive battle is tomorrow, right? Have you given up?”

Nora Camp shook her head, her smile growing broader, “No, I’ve successfully conceived. I’m pregnant.”

It was rare for him to see her smile so brilliantly.

He couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness from within.

Everyone had been fighting until the very last day.

Never giving up..