I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 457:
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Chapter 457: Chapter 302: Heroes Compete, Back to
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This young artist was skilled in various fields, including painting, piano, violin, Xismea and other musical instruments, photography, and post-modern virtual graphics art underpinned by quantum intelligence science.
She was also a psychologist.
Setting aside other aspects, Harrison Clark saw some of her specific achievements in Amelia Johnson’s personal profile.
Incredibly, before Harrison’s arrival, purely from an artistic imagination perspective, she perfectly completed the images of Compound Eye Invaders, Eight-legged Beetles, Dragonfly Fighters and the interior of Spherical Battleships!
Although Harrison once again depicted these potential enemies in the original science fiction movie “Compound Eye Crisis,” the 3D technology of the twenty-first century limited the accuracy of the images he created to 99.9%.
Amelia Johnson made up for the remaining 0.1% accuracy, even accurately depicting the specific performance parameters of the enemy’s equipment.
Harrison didn’t know whether she approached it from a scientific angle or relied purely on inspiration like when Carrie Thomas depicted Virgo Constellation.
Either way, even he was astounded.
Of course, people still regarded Amelia Johnson’s creations as art pieces, occasionally incorporating them into combat simulation training systems as one of many alternative scenarios for simulated warfare.
But Harrison knew that these invader images, designed by Amelia Johnson, were vital, actionable intelligence!
Harrison couldn’t help but feel emotional.
Finally, a thousand years later, he saw a reliable artist; his past strategy of walking on two legs proved successful, and art remained vibrant to a considerable extent even in the highly developed 31st century of technology.
However, he was a bit troubled by Amelia Johnson’s recent new artistic endeavors.
She was actually trying to depict the grand structure of Compound Eye civilization.
She didn’t consider scientific foundations and relied purely on imagination.
But according to her conjecture, the scale of Compound Eye civilization might not only be limited to the Milky Way, but they could also be the rulers of the entire Virgo Cluster.
Moreover… Compound Eye civilization was still just a spokesperson for another civilization.
A mysterious dark shadow represented the true ruler behind them.
In Amelia Johnson’s depictions, humankind could never win, and resistance was futile.
In light of this, not everyone entirely approved of her creations, considering them too pessimistic.
Amelia Johnson was regarded as a beacon of pessimism, but she remained undeterred.
Emotionally, Harrison hoped Amelia Johnson was incorrect, but based on his experiences, this young woman might be right again.
Looking at the image of the alluring, curvaceous, and waist-length haired young lady in the personal dossier, Harrison thought to himself that he should talk to her when he had the chance to see where her inspiration came from.
Quickly reviewing the information on these famous individuals, Harrison fell into deep thought.
He had to face reality.
This time, with the rise of talented individuals, he had become ordinary once again.
Some of his preconceived plans were disrupted, making it difficult for him to approach his child’s mother or share crucial intelligence with military and technological leaders and make them believe him.
Moreover, it was also challenging for him as an ordinary citizen to establish a connection with the Star.
If the Star still existed, it would most likely be the highest controller of human computing power.
There was a significant gap in their status within the social circle, which was quite embarrassing.
Harrison scratched his head, unable to come up with a solution for the time being.
But he wasn’t particularly disheartened.
At this point, if worse came to worst, he could just drift along and completely let go of control, following others without much initiative.
Of course, winning would be nice, but even if he lost again, he would just improve a bit each time, eventually climbing back up and becoming great once more.
Harrison Clark’s personal lifespan had already reached an extreme, and his knowledge system was progressively maturing. His historical interventions from a thousand years ago could now last at least a hundred years, and he had established a reliable Salvation Band team for combat.
Although he hadn’t seen history yet, he knew that his performance this time had been good enough.
If there were no more qualitative changes, like creating a device that reads memories directly in the 21st century, even if he worked harder after returning this time, he was afraid that his turbocharging effect on the progress of civilization might have reached a certain limit.
If worst comes to worst, he could just hold on for another two timelines before making a comeback.
After leveling his mindset, Harrison prepared to accept the possibility of failure, quickly dissipating his previous sense of loss.
He was just so skilled at self-consoling and extraordinarily gifted.
“Five minutes until Brainwave Synchronization Resonance Training begins. Please enter the device as soon as possible, Private Chen Feng.”
After quickly reviewing the character profiles, Harrison was about to gather more extensive information about the era to better understand the external environment and avoid embarrassment when a message from his auxiliary device sounded in his mind.
The training name sounded quite intimidating but must be the previously inferred training method to continually increase his awakening level. Since it was crucial, he quickly got up, followed the Auxiliary Intelligence to the corner of the dormitory, and entered the device..
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