I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 212
Chapter 212: Chapter 168:1 Really Want to Keep a Low
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One hour later, Harrison Clark completely removed his equipment and pretended to be panting as he appeared in front of Daniel Thompson.
“Lion, how was my performance? Not bad, huh?”
Daniel Thompson looked at him with a heartbroken expression, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart.
As a soldier with average talent who relied on hard work to become a senior warrior, Daniel Thompson couldn’t help but feel sad for himself.
Despite working so hard, he was utterly defeated in his first training session by Harrison Clark, who had only used less than 50% of his abilities.
Daniel Thompson’s average abilities were all pushed to 100% of his limits, yet he barely managed to rank within the top 100,000 in the entire army.
Comparing the two, what a huge gap!
If Daniel Thompson tried to forcibly reach Harrison Clark’s current state, he would instantly die under the chilling impact of the Morrowind System.
This difference in hard parameters could only be attributed to talent, which meant that Harrison Clark’s body could endure lower temperatures and quickly adjust and recover its combat strength.
What’s even more unbearable was that this damn guy was now his student!
However, Daniel Thompson felt slightly relieved.
After all, the stronger Harrison Clark became, the more promising he was as a top-single soldier, which meant humanity had a better chance to win the upcoming battle.
When faced with Harrison Clark’s inquiry, Daniel Thompson tried to suppress his grief, holding back tears, and nodded slightly.
“Not bad.”
Upon seeing his familiar expression and the familiar “not bad,” Harrison Clark instantly understood.
Damn.
Even with his low-key performance, he still seemed to have revealed his true strength.
Harrison Clark sighed, “Sigh.”
Daniel Thompson thought he was discouraged by his weak performance. He forced a smile, “Don’t sigh. Actually, you did a great job. I just want you to be humble and continue to work hard. ‘Not bad’ means it’s pretty good.”
Harrison Clark nodded, “I understand.”
He wanted to say, Lion, I truly understand.
“Alright, let’s go over there and start the Tactical Training Mode of the Morrowind System. Have you ever been through a simulation training before?”
Daniel Thompson collected himself and continued to play the role of a good instructor.
Harrison Clark said that he knew a little.
It was nothing more than entering an enclosed field protected by a force field, adjusting to a full holographic simulation, and familiarizing themselves with various combat techniques.
Harrison Clark wasn’t particularly confident in himself, as he wasn’t particularly skilled at this type of combat training; he excelled in Human-shaped Armor techniques.
However, having learned his lesson, he decided to keep his strength at about 30% this time.
Half an hour passed, and Harrison Clark demonstrated the entire set of basic training procedures, switching between ground-based cannons, ground assault vehicles, land-based fighters, and space fighters in a total of eight different forms, completing all of the training actions.
The assessment results were as follows:
“Operator: Harrison Clark. Average aiming time for ground-based cannon, 0.132 seconds; hit rate for variable speed aerial targets: 89.21%. Operator’s body tolerance level: 31%. After calculations, ranked 7,737th in the entire army.”
“…Ranked 7,531st in the entire army.”
Lion cried.
For his first tactical training, Harrison Clark’s movements seemed to be quite rusty, and he even more deliberately suppressed his performance to about 30%, yet his performance was still explosive…
After Harrison Clark completed the entire round of technical moves, Daniel Thompson immediately said, “Another round!”
Harrison Clark glanced at the bright lights in the distance of the training ground and the dazzling full moon in the sky, thinking that the General must have already finished the meeting and would be waiting for him at home.
He said, “Lion, should we call it a day? I really need some rest. Look at how tired I am.”
Daniel Thompson glared at him, “No way! Your condition is still good. First-time training must be intense so that you can quickly adjust to your best state and improve your performance rapidly. It’s like the first time you charge a new phone a thousand years ago, you need to charge it fully; you understand?”
Harrison Clark said with a deep voice, “I understand.”
“… Ranked 4,212th.”
He completed the second set of basic training procedures in just twenty minutes.
His overall performance remained more or less the same at 30%, but his ranking continued to rise due to improved familiarity with the moves.
Daniel Thompson was struck again.
Being so powerful from the beginning would have been fine since it was Harrison’s natural talent.
But what about his monkey-like speed of mastering new techniques?
Was his combat comprehension that high?
Had he really never encountered the Morrowind System before?
Harrison Clark checked the time again; it was already 10 pm, and a reminder beep was ringing on his communicator.
Beep beep beep.
This was the signal Nora Camp agreed with him, urging him to take care of his business.
Harrison Clark said, “Lion, should we just end here? I really need to rest. Just look at how tired I am.”
“You’re not tired at all! You haven’t even broken a sweat! Go again!”
During the third attempt…
Harrison Clark felt that he had reached the limit of his abilities at 30% of his strength, finding it difficult to improve any further in the short term.
On Daniel Thompson’s side, the results showed that Harrison Clark’s basic combat performance had risen to around 1,500th in the entire army.On the first day of training, three successful husbands, 1,500 people.
“You should try operating the Human-shaped Armor again! Although it’s rarely used nowadays, if you can successfully break into the enemy ship’s interior and engage the enemy in close-quarters combat, the Human-shaped Armor can be very helpful!”
Harrison Clark hesitated, “Really?”
Daniel Thompson: “Absolutely! But you have to be careful; Human-shaped Armor is challenging to control, and you can easily get injured.”
Ten minutes later
“Operator: Harrison Clark. Human-shaped Armor military aptitude evaluation score, 96.87 points. Physical endurance level of the operator: 30%. Ranking is 108th in the entire army.”
Daniel Thompson felt like an old blood clot was stuck in his chest.
Not just Daniel Thompson, but also many military personnel secretly observing this unusual training scenario at the Black Bear Training Base, struggling to find words to describe their feelings.
First-time Human-shaped Armor training, 30% endurance, ranked 108th in the entire army!
This is simply unscientific!
Harrison Clark was scared this time too.
He swore.
He really didn’t want to intimidate people.
Not only did he limit himself in terms of parameters, but he also deliberately underperformed in his movements.
However, his muscle memory was too powerful, and his innate strength could not be restrained.
After all, the last time he was the ultimate warrior in the entire human world, trailing the second place on the single soldier power rankings by nearly ten times!
Even if the ultimate warrior restrains himself, he’s still a super-soldier!
Daniel Thompson couldn’t control his emotions any longer and pounced on Harrison Clark.
“Put it at 1OO%! Max out all your parameters! I want to see how strong you are at 100%!”
Harrison Clark first pretended to not understand, feigning confusion.
But when Daniel Thompson showed the entire training report to his face, Harrison Clark realized that his little self-restraint trick had long been exposed under the merciless gaze of the Morrowind System.
He sighed secretly in his heart, knowing he fell into a trap.
This damned thing could even calculate the extent of his deliberately underperformance.
It’s just too much; doesn’t he have any secrets anymore?
He decided to stick to his guns and deny any wrongdoing.
“I can’t do it, Lion. I really can’t. I lied when I said I was going all out; I’ve given it my all. See how exhausted I am?”
Harrison Clark gasped for breath, desperately squeezing out two pitiful drops of sweat from his temples.
Daniel Thompson denied vehemently, “Impossible! The system clearly said…”
“Don’t trust these machines. How can I not know the condition of my own body? It’s the machine that has a problem.”
Harrison Clark firmly fabricated a lie, refusing to admit any wrongdoing.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
At that moment, a prompt sounded urgently in Harrison Clark’s communication system.
Nora Camp must be getting impatient.
Harrison Clark wanted to leave, but Daniel Thompson insisted on keeping him.
In the end, Daniel Thompson lost.
He received an urgent notice from his superiors, informing him that his direct supervisor had suddenly assigned him an urgent patrol mission.
The patrol mission’s target was to circle the Earth.
Lion: “Wait a moment, I haven’t finished the training here.”
Lion’s superior sighed: “Daniel Thompson, we can’t wait. It’s an emergency mission, as I said. Additionally, your superiors ordered you to thoroughly scan every critical cultural site around the entire planet, and you can’t return to the base until you’ve finished. You’ll probably be busy for the whole night.”
Daniel Thompson was stunned, “Huh? Isn’t this being deliberately difficult?”
“Yeah, it’s meant to be difficult for you. You seem to have a lot of free time, don’t you? Who trains new recruits like you do, making them train all day without going home to rest on their first practical exercise?”
Lion finally recognized his mistake but still couldn’t quite grasp the full extent of his error.
Harrison Clark barely returned to Nora Camp’s villa.
He sneaked in like a thief, only to hear a hearty laughter from inside.
“I thought it was strange that Daniel Thompson was so adamant about training you. Your parameters are quite frightening! Truly worthy of being the number one Awakening Degree in the world. Your training progress is simply unprecedented. If I didn’t have your entire record, I would’ve thought you were at least a ten-year veteran elite soldier. Also, what’s the deal with your Human-shaped Armor’s integrated combat assessment? It’s so high, it’s almost science fiction!”
Nora Camp looked very surprised and pleased.
Harrison Clark, on the other hand, was only shocked, not pleased.
Having too much information is not always a good thing.
Since she knows about it, almost everyone who should know must know by now.
His low-profile plan had barely been in effect for one day before it was almost declared bankrupt.
He stubbornly insisted, “Don’t trust those machines. I’ve said I went all out, and I did!”
He’s done, this time he’s going to fight tooth and nail to save his low-profile status.
King of Soldiers?
I’m already sick of it!
