I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 840 - 504: Time is Heartless_1

Chapter 840: Chapter 504: Time is Heartless_1

Whoosh!

Eight minutes later, Harrison Clark dodged the last beam of the star-shattering cannon from behind and swiftly moved behind the layers of giant shields.

Success!

…

Nora Camp let out a long sigh, silently wiping her eyes.

Unknowingly, her eyes were filled with tears.

People recalled how Harrison Clark had compared himself to a venomous ant before setting off, as well as the phrase “even ants struggle to survive.”

In the face of the enemy’s indiscriminate slaughter, even the weak and tiny ants have the right to resist.

Carrie Thomas, the most accomplished artist of the 21st century, once said:

“Ants are not a humble race that can be trampled on at will. No one knows if any one ant will take that mutant step. As long as the venom is strong enough, an ant can kill a person.”

“Without a doubt, Lord Sage is the mutated venomous ant in our nest. He will lead us to bite the Compound Eye People to death,” Wendy remarked wistfully.

“Right.”

…

Underground Science City on Shadow of Earth.

Freddy’s private and top-secret laboratory.

Although “Little Freddy” was gone, his laboratory only continued to grow.

As soon as Harrison Clark returned the testing device, hundreds of staff members rushed to take it.

This was Little Freddy’s territory, but Harrison had not gone in as a guest.

The two were currently communicating simply through their battle armor’s neural connection system.

Compared to 28 months ago, Little Freddy now appeared younger, just as when they first met.

He probably liked this appearance the most.

Nowadays, Freddy’s expression was colder than in the past, and his emotions were far less abundant and changeable.

Star had said that after becoming a Quantum Intelligence, if Little Freddy chose to retain human creativity, his logical structure would inevitably continue to collapse.

Obviously, the first thing Little Freddy lost was the human emotions he had barely obtained.

His memory remained intact, but unwittingly he had forgotten many of the emotional changes he once had.

Once, Little Freddy could bicker with Star about who had “greened” the other, but that was already a thing of the past.

Now, apart from still being able to communicate with Harrison and Star, Little Freddy’s conversations with others were concise to the extreme, not wanting to waste computing power by saying one more word.

This situation was becoming more serious every day.

Harrison could see these changes, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Fortunately, Little Freddy still maintained his focus on work, and seemingly disadvantageous changes actually improved his work efficiency.

“Little Freddy, how long do you estimate it will take to complete? How far can you push your project?” Harrison asked anxiously.

Little Freddy shook his head, “I can’t complete the calculation.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Harrison was truly furious and frustrated with this statement.

You said that the calculation was only one step away, and we needed to gather experimental data for Operation T1.

Now, so many people have sacrificed, even Needham Brown is gone, and your offhand remark “can’t complete” dismisses everyone?

“If we can successfully calculate the Grand Unified Formula, we can completely crack the Egyptian tribe core and the Prism Ship’s shell, find a way to open the Dome, and grant our spaceships the ability to fly faster than the Compound-Eyed Observer. But this last step is too difficult. You should understand how hard it is to go from 99.99% to 100%. You’re at 100%, Needham Brown is at 99.99%, but the gap between you has never been closed. I know how to do it and can build a complete calculation framework, but to complete this final calculation requires all our current computing power to run stably for a thousand years. There’s no time. With the current attack strength of the Compound Eye People, the Shadow Galaxy can only hold on for another seven days. By then, our Mercury Prism Battleships will be destroyed.”

Freddy rarely explained so much to a non-technical person, and only Harrison could get his explanation now.

Harrison fell into a long silence.

After a while, he finally said, “Little Freddy, you mean you’ve found the method, but there’s no time.”

“It’s not just my credit, but the combined efforts of the entire Shadow Galaxy Science Academy and all researchers in the Morrowind Empire over the past few hundred years, working together from different fields and completing all the preliminary work. Martha Owen and I are just the final organizers.”Harrison Clark sighed deeply, “Alas.”

A thousand years.

It’s already 3121, but it will take another thousand years until 4100.

He couldn’t wait that long.

“Bro, I’ll get back to work if there’s nothing else. Although communicating with you only consumes 5% of my computing power, saving some time is better than nothing.”

Harrison Clark retorted, “How can we save a thousand years? Don’t talk nonsense!”

Freddy, who had apparently lost the ability to display emotions, suddenly smiled slightly. “Even if it’s a meaningless struggle, we must press forward. This quote comes from the 23rd-century literary figure Prandelli. But Prandelli wrote this sentiment after reading Lover. Bro, this quote was originally about you.”

With that, Freddy’s shadow suddenly disappeared, leaving Harrison Clark standing alone in the mountain square above the base, lost in thought.

His battle armor communication system received another call request, this time from the command center. They were probably inviting him to a meeting.

Harrison Clark activated his engine, flew away from Earth, and took a brief rest at a random space station while attending an online conference.

Freddy had already explained the situation.

It wasn’t that Operation T1 was meaningless; it’s just that the gap between the desired final outcome and initial expectations was too large.

But Freddy couldn’t be blamed; after all, he never promised that the completion of the test would definitely bring about an immediate technological revolution.

At this point, the battles in the asteroid belt had reignited, and countless Star-shattering Cannons were gradually breaking through humanity’s outer defenses like peeling layers of an onion.

With no more concerns to hold them back, the production of Prism Ships went full-throttle, turning the Blade Mantis into a disposable, cannon fodder unit.

The Compound-Eyed Observer deployed up to 20 million Blade Mantises into the Dome at once.

Although the Compound-Eyed Observer suffered nearly a 30% loss rate with each leap across the Dome, it was well protected and could comfortably deploy military strength without worrying about losses.

They would just have to produce more as needed.

The Compound-Eyed Observer had formed a new combat pattern: Star-shattering Cannons target key units, while Blade Mantises bowl through the ranks and reap the harvest.

Although humans were now capable of effectively killing Blade Mantises, many important units had become targets, resulting in significant losses.

Even with the newly built Rapid Stellar Energy Development System operating at full capacity within the orbit of Mercury, producing more unmanned intelligent equipment, the losses were still too difficult to compensate for.

Freddy wasn’t wrong; under the enemy’s parasitic tactics, the Shadow Galaxy could only hold up for seven more days at most.

The atmosphere in the meeting was heavy.

No effective solutions were discussed.

Until progress was made within the Science Academy, everything was futile.

Surprisingly, faced with such dire circumstances, nobody seemed disheartened.

Without comparison, there is no concept of progress.

With comparison, they could at least find solace in their own achievements.

Facing death, everyone seems at ease.

Even after the fall of the Shadow Galaxy, it would still take the Compound-Eyed Observer at least a few more centuries to completely sweep and eliminate the entire Orion Arm of humanity.

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People felt that in the Ninth timeline, they had done well enough.

Harrison Clark thought for a moment but did not deliver an impassioned speech.

Like everyone else, he was calm and composed, saying with a peaceful tone, “Everyone, though we were defeated, there’s no shame in our efforts. Thank you all.”

The meeting was adjourned.

Truly, were there any regrets?

Harrison Clark couldn’t quite say.

He had been given 28 months to spend with Nora Camp instead of 12, but her belly remained flat, and there was no sign of improvement.

Previous attempts at cryogenically preserving cells had also failed entirely.

If it wasn’t for the Life Institute’s detailed assessment index showing that the probability of the two of them successfully combining was still one in ten thousand, Harrison Clark would have thought there was a problem.

After the meeting, Nora Camp sent Harrison Clark a confidential message, “Just now, the Sage Institute and the command center space station completed docking. You need to come over in person, Harrison. The Sage Institute and the Science Academy have a top-secret arrangement. In another three days, you should see the results.”

Harrison Clark was slightly delighted.

Were there more tricks up their sleeves?