I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 505:
Chapter 505: Chapter 332: Difficult to Convince the Public_l
Two hours passed, and after his kills had exceeded 800, Harrison Clark’s killing speed finally slowed down.
His current awakening level of 3636% was indeed not considered high.
Continuously operating at high speed in battle instincts, issuing too many brainwave commands, his brain gradually crossed the critical point and couldn’t hold on any longer.
Harrison Clark started making mistakes.
Some of the participants who had been left behind by him earlier began to gradually close the distance again.
But he had already shown enough.
He had reached unimaginable heights at the 36.36% level.
Among the hundreds of remaining contestants, his awakening level was already the lowest.
Two hours and thirteen minutes in, Levi Martin and Oliver Yeoman completed their thousand kills consecutively.
Two hours and thirty-three minutes in, dozens more completed their thousand kills, and hundreds more were eliminated.
Three hours passed, and Harrison Clark’s kill count struggled to surpass 900, but hundreds more had completed their thousand kills.
At four hours, Harrison Clark’s kill count reached 941.
He was the only contestant remaining.
He was already on the verge of collapsing, and his brainwave commands were often messed up.
His physical strength and endurance had also gradually reached their limit.
Blood started seeping from the surface of Harrison Clark’s body as he lay on the synchronized resonance trainer.
The life support device and the Fine Quark Therapy Device had already been attached.
“He’s surpassed his limit, let’s end it. Continuing might cause deep damage to his brain,” the vice president of the Life Institute suggested, who was also watching the match.
But his suggestion was rejected by Nora Camp, who was currently experiencing Harrison Clark’s first-person perspective, “No, continue. He’s taken it seriously.”
Everyone: “Hmm?”
Nora Camp: “He’s too invested and has forgotten that this is a simulated match. This is not just a match for him, but a battle he cannot afford to lose.”
Her tone was calm, but it left the large virtual conference room silent.
Mr. Green considered for a few seconds, “Alright, let the match continue. The current Sergeant Clark is not a participant but a warrior.”
Bainesta: “Yes, let’s continue, we don’t have the right to give up in the war a year from now.”
A wave of sadness inexplicably surged in the Quantum Network.
Although no one had really seen what the invaders looked like, and no one dared to say for sure what kind of enemy they would face next, everyone in Harrison Clark’s first-person perspective battle system could feel the indomitable will that emanated from him, as thick as viscous blood plasma.
His will was not rootless but came from one heartbreaking, blood-and-fire trial after another.
Each warrior undergoes deep psychological construction to gain strong fighting willpower.
But the willpower that Harrison Clark showed at this time was somewhat beyond the scope, which was a rare baptism for countless onlookers.
Immersed in the battle, Harrison Clark didn’t know that at least several billion human beings were experiencing his breathing, heartbeat, anger, and that “I must win, and I will win eventually” fighting stance through the battle watch system.
All he did was silently shatter one eight-legged beetle after another in front of him.
Six hours and thirty-three minutes in, Harrison Clark completed his thousand kills.
There were no more enemies in front of him.
At the same time, his equipment’s damage rate was exactly 100%, and his energy reserve was 0%.
He collapsed backward in the simulated battlefield.
In the synchronized resonance device, his consciousness quickly fell asleep.
Nora Camp quickly exited the virtual conference room, “I’ll go check on him.”
Three minutes later, Nora Camp reported through the virtual conference room, “He’s fine, just in deep coma.”
No one knew how many generals, senior executives, and scientists heaved a sigh of relief.
It was the first time in history that so many higher-ups had cared about the status of a mere sergeant at the same time.
Mr. Green chuckled, “It’s strange that this sergeant has some sort of strange infectious power. Even though it’s just a selection match, his struggle doesn’t seem ridiculous, and it even drew me in.”
Bainestanodded, “Me too.”
Dillon sighed emotionally: “If we could all fight like him on a real battlefield, killing all enemies before falling down ourselves, it would be a life without regrets.”
“Hmm.”
“Not bad.”
It’s not as simple as just talking about the tenacity required to underpin hundreds of years of struggle for an invisible yet objectively existing Imaginary Enemy.
The pressure in people’s hearts is equally indescribable, otherwise, so many people wouldn’t have fallen into the Lost City.
The times needed the spirit of people like Harrison Clark, and his first-person perspective record in today’s simulated battle could serve as an important training reference and a perfect psychological construction course material.
The Military Affairs Department and the Political Affairs Department are responsible for organizing the materials and improving the courses. Everyone else, meeting adjourned.”
Mr. Green said in the end.
More than ten minutes later, Nora Camp sat in her office with her hands clasped, looking at the projected screen.
It was time to announce the results of the selection match.The scores of the contestants’ knowledge assessment, intelligence potential detection, command ability, and combat ability evaluation have already been clearly listed.
There was no suspense that Needham Brown ranked first in the overall ranking.
Harrison Clark did not disgrace himself, either, ranking exactly thirty-sixth, at the bottom of the list.
Harrison Clark surpassed everyone in two parameters, but his intelligence potential was only slightly above average, which held him back.
Although his performance in combat ability testing was impressive, the overall discrepancy, along with the total speed of killing, equipment attrition rate, and remaining energy were far from perfect.
Nora Camp’s gaze swiftly scanned the list from top to bottom, and as her focus moved, the names floated up one by one.
But she did not make a choice until she reached the 36th place.
“Harrison Clark, male, 25 years old, profession: Galaxy Warrior, service location: Black Bear Training Base. Citizen serial number…”
Nora Camp smiled faintly, “Harrison Clark.”
On the projection screen before her, words popped up, “Is it confirmed, and no more changes will be made? Special reminder, the overall quality of the participants is quite high, and your gene activation degree is also very high. In order to increase the diversity of gene combinations and create more possibilities, it is recommended that you select multiple artificial breeding partners.”
The suggestion did not come from Star, but from Nora Camp’s personal intelligent assistant.
The suggestion was very logical.
When male and female genes combine to form new life, there are always infinite possibilities.
Nora Camp was no ordinary woman.
If her frozen cells were paired only with a fixed partner, it would, in a sense, be a great waste of resources.
She had stored nearly a hundred frozen cells, and it would make more sense to try different combinations with multiple high-awakening partners, in line with the basic logic of civilization evolution.
If Nora Camp had not met Harrison Clark, she would have been planning this way.
But now, Nora Camp shookher head calmly, “No, only Harrison Clark.”
“Due to your unusual choice, you are required to provide an explanation.”
Nora Camp thought for a moment, “Because of love.”
When she said this, her face turned red for a rare moment.
With the development of civilization, the combination of men and women is not entirely utilitarian.
Love still exists, and it is not a luxury; everyone is eligible to choose.
However, marriages based on love have inevitably become fewer and fewer.
It is not that the World Government is deliberately suppressing it; it is just a matter of natural selection and normal evolution.
People have access to so much information in their lives, meet so many people, and have such a broad scope of contact, all while the goals of personal and civilization pursuit are so clear; work is never-ending, and there is no end to training and improving. Few people have the time to consider personal matters.
The higher the position, the busier the people are, and the stronger their sense of responsibility; it is even harder for them to consider personal emotional needs.
Many people yearn for and desire love, but the reality lies before them, and it is difficult for both men and women to feel that they cannot do without a specific person of the opposite sex, which is love.
The more top-level leaders, the more this is the case.
For a leader like Nora Camp, only a very few people could be fortunate enough to have love.
Take Dillon and his wife, for example, or Lauren Danni Fox and Charles Louis, or O’Brien and his seven wives.
No one would mock these marriages; on the contrary, people would envy these emotionally rich and extremely lucky individuals who found the love of their lives.
As for physiological needs, that’s simply a matter of personal choice and beyond discussion.
Nora Camp’s choice did cause quite a stir.
Many high-ranking contestants, in particular, couldn’t understand it.
Nora Camp was not a nobody; her usual style, attitude, and deeds all showed that she was a workaholic heroine.
She was talented and decisive.
Her unique war command style was both ruthless and difficult to trace.
She was not a steady commander, she was brutal and would go to any lengths to achieve her goals.
As long as she could successfully complete her mission and win the war, she could sacrifice anyone, including herself and her fleet.
Why would such a person choose only one breeding partner?
Didn’t she know that doing so would have been better for the civilization?
Nora Camp’s explanation was soon made public.
“First, because of love.”
“Second, there is less than a year left, and my descendants may not have time to grow, so the matter is not so significant. Therefore, I do not want to make any reluctant sacrifices.”
Within the grassroots scope, the controversy subsided slightly; many people envied Harrison Clark, while many others were dissatisfied with the excellent soldiers and commanders, whom they admired, being inexplicably sacrificed.
After all, Harrison Clark did not have an overwhelming advantage in scoring, and Nora Camp’s reasoning was too self-serving, not scientifically ethical.
In the evening, the regular high-level military meeting was held as scheduled.
Harrison Clark was still unconscious and had not awakened.
At the meeting, someone was not satisfied.
During the communication session after the formal discussion ended, Major General Needham Brown, who ranked first in the selection competition, directly challenged.
“Major General Nora Camp, this is indeed your personal freedom, and others have no right to interfere. But you cannot stop me from being dissatisfied with you. I, Needham Brown, rank first; Harrison Clark is only 36. You chose him and only him. Your so-called love is not enough to convince.”
Nora Camp crossed her arms, “What advice does General Brown have?”
