I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 404
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Chapter 276: The Worries of the Perfectionist Zebra
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Contrary to the usual bustle, the streets were deserted, with only a few passersby. Even a dropped coin could accumulate dust on the ground, with nobody picking it up.
Harrison Clark didn’t know what had happened, but he was too preoccupied to ask. He simply walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.
The quiet outside environment left him with fewer distractions.
Solitude was the best breeding ground for divergent thinking, and subconsciously, Harrison’s mind began to wander.
He had figured out most of his plans, but one issue still bothered him.
The issue of leadership.
He didn’t like the position of leader very much.
This time, he reluctantly forced himself to take up the mantle.
From the outcome, he did quite well.
However, he would rather have an absolutely trustworthy, intelligent, and charismatic leader to shield him from the wind and rain, while he only needed to provide information and charge bravely forward. That would be great.
But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out how to make a leader appear out of thin air.
In theory, Nora Camp was the perfect candidate.
Unfortunately, Harrison couldn’t accurately control his position each time he traveled back in time, let alone his wife’s status.
Her mere existence was the greatest blessing, and he really couldn’t ask for more.
This time, Harrison’s journey went smoothly, and his wife successfully took over the military power. There were many coincidences and lucky factors involved.
The tragic Hundred Years’ War brought suffering to humanity, yet it also forged heroes.
Harrison emerged in the right place at the right time, like a divine figure descending. He played a key role in major battles against Radium and saved the entire race from despair, finally winning Radium over and turning her into a star, thus claiming power without controversy.
The right time, place, and people were indispensable, and they couldn’t easily be replicated.
If next time he goes back, it’s during a peaceful period, and his wife is only a Major General or even lower rank, Harrison thinks it would be difficult to elevate her to leader status within a year.
Even if he reveals his identity and convinces the world of his clairvoyant abilities, without the baptism of blood and fire, and without truly proving himself on the battlefield, no matter how skilled he is, he could never easily win everyone’s acceptance.
People might regard him as the sharpest spear of humanity, but Nora might not be able to regain power in the chain of command.
However, Harrison didn’t want to experience the opportune moment created by Radium’s cold-blooded slaughter for a second time.
Saying sorry 17 billion times was too exhausting.
Harrison shook his head, trying to tell himself not to think too much about something that he couldn’t possibly figure out. As they say, “When the boat reaches the bridgehead, it will naturally go straight.”
But human minds are hard to control. If he could easily control his thoughts and not think about something that he must think about, he might need to check whether he has accidentally recalled “Song of the Wilderness” too many times, creating some weird self-penetration effects in his mind.
Unconsciously, Harrison leisurely passed Mason Academy’s gate.
The gate guard recognized him and didn’t greet him, seeing his preoccupied appearance. He didn’t want to disturb this important person’s contemplation.
As a guard of such a sacred music place as Mason Academy, he had some knowledge and often learned about the industry news.
Besides Katie Swift’s “Self-Combustion,” which was composed by Harrison and won a Grammy, several English songs composed by Harrison have been released in the past two months and have quickly risen to the top of the Billboard charts.
Even rarer were the two Chinese songs that appeared in the top 50 of the charts, which usually belonged to the Europe and America circles.
One was “Self-Combustion” by Carrie Thomas.
Another was “Across the Starry Sky” by Avril Green.
Mediocre people pursued fame and fortune, while those who transcended the times attracted fame and fortune naturally.
Harrison was undoubtedly a powerhouse now, having effortlessly broken through barriers to Eastern faces.
Watching Harrison’s nonchalant silhouette with his hands in his pockets, the gate guard secretly thought that he must be constructing another world-shattering masterpiece, right?
Indeed, Harrison was an extraordinary person, freed from low-level tastes, always thinking about something meaningful.
It was precisely because of such focus that he could become a world-famous figure today.
Unaware of other people’s thoughts, Harrison entered the academy and subconsciously sat down on a white-painted wooden bench next to the fountain flower bed in the small plaza, propping his chin on his right hand and leaning at an angle as if pondering.
The gate guard, gazing at Harrison from afar, hesitated for a moment. He wanted to remind him, but hesitated and eventually retreated.
Nevermind.
He’s so rich that he wouldn’t care about just one set of clothes.
After sitting down on the bench, Harrison began to think about the final scene again.
Using himself as bait to perish together with the enemy.
It seemed very magnificent, but it was actually the desperate act of a lone wolf.
This time, there was only one Galactic Human, and he could only kill one of them.
What if next time he has more powerful comrades, or is no longer the strongest human warrior, but just a salted fish soldier mixed among the troops, then gets carried by the big shots? What would happen then?
Also, this time, because of the limitations, he could only prepare 200,000 particle-interference bombs.
If next time, everything goes perfectly, humanity’s overall strength is stronger, the compulsory demand for personnel is reduced, and more people are preserved, why not drop a billion particle-interference bombs directly on the invaders’ location, and blast them to oblivion the moment they appear?
This extravagant idea is actually highly feasible and almost within reach, just a step away from success.
Even if they don’t consider these side paths and fight a conventional battle face to face, Harrison forced the invaders to reveal four new trump cards at once in this round..
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