I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 251: So You Have a Day Like This Too

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Harrison Clark gathered his thoughts a bit, piecing together his different war experiences from multiple timelines into a complete story.

“The enemy’s battleship is a sphere. It has a diameter of about 3,000 kilometers, the same size as the moon. Its surface is covered with…”

He described many things to everyone.

He simply talked, leaving the difficult task of researching the mechanisms to the many smart people and stars present.

The weird, deadly light that can kill, hiding won’t help.

Harrison Clark didn’t know the principle of this light, but he could describe the feeling of being hurt by it, thus inspiring others.

A repulsion field that can deflect and push away physical and energy weapons.

This repulsion field is very terrifying. If it appears in the Earth’s atmosphere, one might think it’s a disc-shaped object, but it’s actually the distorted illusion caused by the bending of light under the influence of the repulsion field.

If it can bend light, it means that even bosons and photons will be affected by it.

The battleship also has a shield on the outside that looks like a fog, which completely isolates energy weapons.

The type of radiation released during the explosion of a particle-related bomb, the form and energy level of material impact, and the specific feeling when being bombed.

The position where the spherical battleship of the invaders appears, its two modes of movement: rapid acceleration and instant teleportation.

When approaching the Invader Warship within about one million kilometers, human equipment will be affected by terrible electromagnetic interference. All smart devices will fail and manual mode must be used to operate them.

Harrison Clark, through the mouth of cosmic wisdom, threw everything in his mind out.

“Alright, that’s everything I’ve learned from the cosmic wisdom. You can digest everything on your own.”

To avoid being questioned by others about why the Cosmic Big Brother was so clear to him this time, Harrison Clark left hastily.

Luckily he slipped away fast. Otherwise, Needham Brown would have asked him how his descriptions were so detailed and convincing, as if he had personally experienced the scene.

Harrison Clark was inspired by Nora Camp’s words a month ago to do this.

Since he was on the throne, if he didn’t use the power he held and the superstitions people had about him to spark their intelligence and find specific solutions, he would be a fool.

No one knows what the future holds.

Maybe next time, everyone is a Galactic Human and he is nothing but a small soldier with no one believing in him.

Who can say for sure about the future?

Grip tightly to the opportunity present.

Each of his past deaths won’t have been in vain. Hidden behind the veil of history, he gathers information time and time again, waiting for a moment of breakthrough.

Now, the opportunity has come for everything to pay off.

Harrison Clark is filled with anticipation, and he’s extremely curious about what specific solutions the group and the hidden stars will find, based on the detailed information he provided.

For example, just now in the conference room, the former Dean of the Information Institute suggested a reliable hypothesis right after he finished speaking.

Create an ultra-thin neutron screen made from neutron materials to protect equipment’s on-board smart core and backbone network.

The material is extremely difficult to manufacture, and regardless of how thin the neutron screen is made, even if a single atom-thick structure is achieved, the equipment’s weight will still greatly increase and its combat mobility will decrease. However, it’s better than not being able to use it at all once the enemy is close.

As for other problems, solutions will certainly emerge.

Let’s try it out. By planning every possible situation in advance to the extreme, let’s see what kind of power human civilization can explode after being compressed time and time again.

Harrison Clark hid away for an entire day.

In the evening, Martha Owen’s Particle-related Bomb Project Group was established, with a total of 64,000 participants.

Matilda’s Repulsion Field Research Project Group was established, 43,000 people.

Dean of the Information Institute’s Anti-interference Project Group…

In just one day, nearly 500,000 of the most talented scholars and researchers in human history joined a total of 13 newly-established project groups.

There are still seven months and 214 days until the decisive day.

5.7 billion people began their second round of desperate efforts.

Hungry and weary, Harrison Clark stepped into the sunset and back into the villa built on the ruins of Chesterton Apartment.

After running away today, he built a small pavilion by Rhine Lake in the suburbs of Oxfordshire, set up a beach chair, white table, and juice, put on his Hawk Armor helmet, and picked up his beloved replica Welson Guitar.

He originally planned to relax his mind by “creating” a few songs, but he instead bumped into a ghost as soon as he laid down.

Star, with a swoosh, threw a book called ” “Black Hole Expansion – On the Possibility of Manufacturing Atomic Black Holes through Infinite Compression of Tiny Spaces”” into his retina.

At first, Harrison Clark refused the cramming education style.

Star: “Pal, you’re really not gonna read it? You’re really not curious if atomic­sized black holes can exist? If humans master this kind of technology, throw an atomic black hole into the invader’s battleship, let it absorb matter constantly and grow, will the Fly Eye die on the spot? This is a popular science book I made based on my own highest achievement, suitable for high school students to read, it’s very lively and interesting.”

Harrison Clark suddenly became interested, and that’s how things ended up the way they are now.

On the way home, Harrison Clark was still complaining, “Where’s the interesting part you mentioned?”

Star: “It’s deep! It provides insight into the nature of the universe, high technical content, low fun. Deep! Hole! Interesting! Wouldn’t you say?”

Harrison Clark: “No, that’s not…”

Forget it.

She promised a 5% increase in EQ, but this is even more messed up. God knows what personality type she chose.

I heard that today, Morning Star had a lot of contact with Martha Owen while building a particle-related project team. Most likely, she was inspired by Martha.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao appeared. After Harrison Clark opened the door of his villa, the first thing he saw was not Nora Camp, but Martha Owen’s bun hairstyle.

Familiar short hair bun, small and petite figure, playful baby face, quite pretty, but Harrison’s heart is like still water.

For some reason, he can’t feel any romantic feelings for the equally attractive Martha Owen.

He could feel kindness, but it was unrelated to desire.

Seeing him open the door, Martha Owen immediately rushed over and then stood in front of him.

After hesitating for two seconds, she said, “Brother-in-law! You have to help me!”

Harrison’s heart immediately became wary.

Such a weird appellation, she has never been this intimate before in all their meetings.

She never shows much of a friendly face.

Where is the problem?

Isn’t this only the second meeting today, besides the morning meeting?

Oh, I’m already a leader now.

My bad, my bad.

Harrison’s mind recalled the scene of his elementary school graduation exam, where he suffered a terrible blow and was scolded by Teacher Martha Owen.

He laughed very approachably and reached out to rub Martha Owen’s bun, “Littlegirl, youcan talktome at the meeting. Really, there’s no need to ask for help. To defeat the enemy, I’ll do whatever I should do. Big or small, it doesn’t matter.”

Although Martha Owen looks cute, her personality is not good at dealing with strangers. For Nora Camp’s sake, she calls Harrison her brother-in-law, which is already her biggest effort.

Now being rubbed on the head by Harrison, she obviously feels very uncomfortable, but she still endures with a bitter face.

Silently, Harrison laughed.

Hahaha, Executioner Mater! Even you have such a day!

I’ve wanted to rub your bun for a long time!

It’s so cool to be a leader!

Wait, what does she want from me that she’s willing to pay such a big price?

Could it be…

Harrison’s scalp tingled, and he quickly withdrew his hand, saying anxiously, “Martha Owen, no offense. The Biological Institute has already concluded that my genes are special. Only your sister Nora’s genes might give birth to descendants with me. So don’t think about these meaningless attempts again.”

He was scared.

Martha Owen waved her hands, “No, no, it’s not that! It’s my Particle-related Project that needs your help.”

Harrison was stunned, “Didn’t Morning Star help you?”

“Morning Star helped me with personnel selection and organizational structure today. The construction program for the experimental base is also preset, and the laboratory should be completed the day after tomorrow. But there is one thing that Morning Star can’t help me with, and I have to rely on you.”

“Huh?”

After listening to Martha Owen, Harrison understood the situation.

He originally thought that converting the high-frequency sound from his brain would be an easy task, as its basic principle was no different from “Morning Wind” and “Song of the Wilderness,” not to mention that Morning Star had already read his memory.

However, during the actual conversion process, difficulties suddenly arose, blocking his path like a roadblock.

The crux of the problem lies in the seemingly simple word “high frequency.”

Its frequency response rate has completely exceeded human understanding, and it can no longer be measured in units like zettahertz.

Harrison can remember it, and after consuming a vast amount of storage space, Morning Star barely saved it.

However, in terms of how to convert it from data flow to playable sound, technology has encountered a comprehensive bottleneck spanning dozens of disciplines, including mathematics, material science, structural science, and quantum information science.

That’s how technological development is. Sometimes, what seems to be on the same path, once past a certain limit, the difficulty will grow exponentially.

It’s easy for humans to create a 100-degree Celsius object with boiling water.

How about a thousand-degree Celsius object?

Ten thousand?

A hundred million?

A billion?

Ten billion?

A hundred billion?

Trillion?

The difficulty of this ultra-high frequency sound is roughly equivalent to creating a temperature of several billion degrees, similar to the temperature at the center of a neutron star at its birth or at the moment of a star’s explosion.

The silver lining is that Morning Star has done a lot of preparatory work beforehand. Now, as long as they continue to push forward, there is still a possibility of breakthrough.

However, the key step in this matter can only be done by Harrison Clark, and there is only a slim chance of success.