I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 76
Chapter 76: Chapter 75: My Value
Translator: 549690339
I am, indeed, extraordinary.
Through his field of vision, the mountains and trees on both sides of the road zoomed past, blurring into mere streaks of light and shadow.
Harrison Clark was submerged in the exhilaration of the sprint, forgetting time and worries, even the purpose of his run.
As an object approaches the speed of light, time slows down.
What if a person could come close to the speed of light?
His thoughts, then, would seem faster than others’, because his time would have slowed down.
At that moment, Harrison Clark’s speed had exceeded three hundred kilometers per hour, infinitely far from the speed of light, but closer than anyone else.
He was immersed in an indescribably strange state, all stemming from instinct, yet surpassing it.
Each of his steps was as precisely elegant as art.
Every time he leaped, his poise was breathtakingly graceful.
This was the ultimate pose presented after the human body exceeded its limits, surpassing the aesthetics of ordinary people, representing the instinct of human genes to pursue higher, faster, and stronger aspirations.
“He’s too fast, he’s really too fast.”
“The gap is closing! It’s getting closer and closer!”
Nora Camp asked: “Is there any way to monitor his brainwaves?”
Professor Owen shook his head, “No, his current state has already surpassed the preset limits of the simulator. The system dares not intervene in brainwave monitoring, any slight impact might cause him to make a mistake.”
“That’s problematic, we can’t warn him. If he keeps going at this speed, it’s likely…”
Over at the other end, Martha Owen’s voice echoed through the communication channel,” He could finish second.”
Some things, you really shouldn’t speak of.
The moment Martha Owen’s words fell, Harrison Clark had increased his acceleration to 21G!
In just this single race, he lifted the limit of all mankind from 20G up by 5%!
Now, no one was calling Harrison Clark crazy anymore.
This was unexpected, yet it made sense.
He was aiming for the first place!
As everyone got closer and closer to the finish line, his gap with the first group was also shrinking.
From being the last one at the beginning, to increasing his strength crazily in the second half, he was surpassing everyone like never before, with an unprecedented momentum.
“There are fifteen kilometers left to the finish line. He has caught up to the second-last!”
“That’s Milon from Solway Training Base, who has been pre-selected to join the Upha N0.893 Frigate.”
“Really? A frigate with a number in the first thousand?”
“Of course, it’s true. I just didn’t expect Milon to finish second last. Those ahead must be even better.”
“But… they are all going to lose.”
As these few were chatting, Harrison Clark had already zipped past Milon like a lightning bolt.
Milon looked up, only to see a black dot growing smaller in the distance.
He was so fast that it made him despair.
“Who the hell are you!”
Milon couldn’t help it and shouted.
Harrison Clark laughed gently in his helmet, “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m going to win.”
The moment he said the word ‘win’, he had surpassed another person.
The finish line was getting closer.
But Harrison Clark’s charge was unstoppable.
“Another one! He’s now in seventeenth place! Is there still time?”
“I don’t know, the leading player only has eight kilometers left.”
“Ah, it’s a shame he charged too late. Otherwise, he would definitely be first, he could even set a new record.”
“Shut up! He’s making a breakthrough on the spot, how much faster do you want him to be? Why don’t you use your eyes and look at that number carefully, it’s twenty-one… holy crap, it’s twenty-two!”
That’s right, unbeknownst to everyone, Harrison Clark had adjusted the parameters again.
It’s not that he was deliberately trying to court death, but he trusted his intuition.
He knew he could do it, 21G wasn’t his limit.
His limit could still be pushed further!
In the common knowledge of the world, it is believed that the maximum acceleration that an Azure Dragon Armor operator can withstand is 20G. The Azure Dragon Armor was also designed and manufactured based on this standard.
That’s because there’s previously never been a person who reached a full score in serum compatibility. The highest so far was 91.3%.
Similar to someone scoring full marks in every subject in an exam versus those with scores in the high-nineties, the difference may seem insignificant but it’s as different as night and day.
The divide between a genius and a mediocrity could be hair-thin, but this thin line is like a moat, seemingly within reach but unattainable.
Once the acceleration threshold was breached, the rate and maneuver of Harrison Clark’s advance could no longer be perfectly simulated by the simulator.
Despite more than half of the processing power of the central intelligence system, that’s wired to the simulator via quantum network, was used to compute the scenes in the T800 field, Harrison Clark’s figure remained a vague mist.
“Sigh, I can’t see anything. The system can’t simulate it. We can only make deductions based on his basic data and select the simplest sample to determine the success of his actions.”, sighed Martha Owen through the communicator.
A researcher from the Ancient Civilization Research Institute also regretfully said, “The data that the system is now feeding back only shows a stick figure. It’s worse than even the motion capture used in filming a thousand years ago. It’s unwatchable!”
“Oh well, let’s not worry about it. He’s about to win!”
Nora Camp interrupted the two researchers’ dialogue in the communicator. With her hands clasped behind her back and a concentrated gaze, she was staring hard at the scene projected in a top-down perspective in 3D.
The fog that represented Harrison Clark was biting onto the player currently in the lead like a ferocious beast.
Ahead, the finish line was nearby.
Nevertheless, the distance between Harrison Clark and the leader was quickly closing in at a pace of a hundred meters.
Whoosh.
He morphed into a gust of wind, brushing past the opposition with a tremendous force.
In the simulation, the sonic boom appeared like a thunderclap and the dust it stirred up soared into the sky.
Harrison Clark secured the championship in the cross-country long run with a “thin” lead of 33.79 meters over the runner-up.
Upon reaching the finish line, he turned around, allowing the simulator to follow his drifting-in-midair pose, and waved at the runner-up.
His gesture seemed to be praising his competitor, as if saying, “good job lad, you’ve worked hard and your loss is not in vain.”
The Training Building was filled with cheers of joy.
In their eyes, Harrison Clark had accomplished the impossible.
Everything he achieved today had been unprecedented.
According to the competition rules, there would be a 30-minute break after each event to allow competitors to rest and replenish their energy.
The break seemed harshly short, but in reality, one might not even get half an hour of breathing time on a battlefield.
Inside, Harrison Clark was gradually decelerating, preparing to get off the machine.
Nora Camp instructed, “Professor Owen, file an application in my name to the competition committee for an extension of the break to one hour.”
“No need, I’m fine.” Harrison Clark’s voice echoed from inside the simulator.
In the midst of everyone’s astonished gaze, the metal door of the simulator opened and he walked out, taking steady steps.
He appeared to be perfectly fine, with no signs of fatigue.
Everyone was taken aback, they thought he would have been so tired that he’d be pale and shaky on his feet.
Nora Camp advised, “Why don’t you rest a while longer? The simulator can’t even read your parameters now.”
Harrison Clark shook his head gently, “It’s not me, it’s the machine. N0.8 is no longer usable, I’ll have to switch machines for the next event. Also, I feel great, I really don’t need extra rest.”
He didn’t want people to say he won unfairly because the competition rules were altered in his favor.
Daniel Thompson rushed over, “Good job, lad. That was impressive!”
Harrison Clark smirked slightly, “How did I do, Lion?”
Daniel Thompson,”Certainly impressive! But why don’t you seem excited at all?”
Harrison Clark pondered for a moment, “My win was a foregone conclusion, just like the sun is destined to rise tomorrow. Why should I feel excited?”
“You…”
Everyone went silent.
“Alright, I need to go grab a meal.”
Harrison Clark didn’t recognize Nora Camp as the General, nor did he have the mood to chitchat.
He was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Upon securing the championship, he was actually feeling emotional and thrilled deep down.
Because it further verified his previous speculation.
He was indeed born with prowess in battle.
While he didn’t understand the utility of an individual combat genius amidst a war between civilizations of such scale and caliber, he suspected that it was likely due to his lack of information at the moment that he couldn’t understand it.
Undoubtedly, as long as he continued down this path, he would be able to truly seize the value of his existence..
