I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Chapter 465: Long Awaited_1

Harrison Clark praised, “Mr. Connor is indeed impressive.”

Star: “But Bernal Connor is not the most impressive. During the technological explosion in the Shadow Galaxy, it is the Owen family who truly made outstanding contributions. Although no one in the Owens could compare with Bernal Connor before Martha Owen’s rise, this huge family’s cumulative contributions in various fields far surpass those of ten Bernal Connors. By the way, in the line of the Owens descended from Ward Owen, all of them are Guides. It’s a pity that Maxwell Owen, due to his old age, did not leave the Solar System with the Pioneer Fleet.”

“I see,” Harrison Clark nodded, “But Maxwell Owen has also done a lot on Earth, so his stay was not in vain.”

“The reason why Bernal Connor eventually learned about his and your authentic identities was that since 3000, more and more Guides reached their predetermined positions. As Bernal Connor’s academic status grew higher and higher, the secrets he learned became increasingly substantial. At that time, the Sage Institute was about to finalize the last step of the argument on how to guide you to the vicinity of the Shadow Galaxy and needed Bernal Connor’s help. After careful verification, the Sage Institute decided to launch Guidance Plan Version 2.0, opening a gap in the information blockade against the Guides.”

“When Guides arrive at their predetermined ‘slots,’ they are fully assessed. If a Guide passes the verification and is judged by me and the Sage Institute to make the right choice when informed, and it does not affect their ability to perform, then the right to know is returned to the other party. They are free to decide whether they want to learn about the role they played in their ‘history’ in several past timelines. These individuals are referred to as Informed Guides.”

Harrison Clark thought about it for a moment, and it seemed like a viable method.

Pretty good.

At least it shows that the Sage Institute is not stubborn and rigid in its implementation of policies but is flexible and adaptable.

Next, Star shared some information about the Guidance Plan.

The first true Informed Guide was not Bernal Connor, but Emmanuel Berto.

Long before, Emmanuel became one of the core scholars of history in the Sage Institute and had already acquired all the keys to the Sage Code, but it was not explicitly stated.

The second Informed Guide was Bernal Connor. Mr. Connor learned the truth in 3001 and was simultaneously absorbed into the Sage Institute.

Initially shocked by the truth, Mr. Connor was stunned for a long time before recovering.

His old face blushed, and he sighed, “I didn’t expect to stay on the battleship until the end. I thought I’d be the first one to flee, haha…”

He really lived up to Harrison Clark’s “old rascal” comment.

However, it was because of this unruly character that he easily moved past the shock of uncovering his life’s code without harming his achievements.

“Apart from Bernal Connor and Immanuel, what is the situation with other Informed Guides?”

Harrison Clark asked again.

Actually, he wanted to know how much Nora Camp knew so that he could be more straightforward when he returned, ahem…

Star immediately saw through his wishful thinking and decisively crushed it, “You are dreaming.”

“Huh?”

“Marshal Nora Camp’s involvement with you runs too deep, so she cannot be easily informed. And Guidance Plan 2.0 was abandoned after only twenty years or so.”

“Ah?”

“The fourth, and last, Informed Guide is Horatio.”

Harrison Clark remembered him, a little girl who was the right-hand man of political leader Neville Brown in the previous timeline, and the head of the highest administrative think tank, possessing strong logical analysis and rapid information sorting skills.

“What happened to this young girl?”

“She passed the audit in 3203.”

Harrison Clark thought for a moment, “She was only 19 years old, wasn’t she? Was the assessment that hasty?”

“Because her talent is absolute rationality and absolute logic.”

Harrison Clark: “Oh.”

“After learning the inside story, Horatio made careful reasoning and suggested changing the Guidance Plan again, upgrading it to 3.0. The specific proposal is to no longer actively inform Guides of the truth. All Guides will only have the right to review the true ‘`history’ of the thirty-first century on their deathbeds, seeing their previous selves in the previous timelines.”

“At the same time, the Sage Institute will no longer absorb Guides, no matter how outstanding they are. These people were originally prepared for you. Your late appearance led the Sage Institute to speculate that you might be hiding until the end of the war. The hundred years after 3020, which you have never experienced, should provide you with the greatest possible assistance, and we must detach ourselves from the thought imprints you left as much as possible. Therefore, the Sage Institute should not refer to the policy advice provided by people who have a deep connection with you.”

Harrison Clark wondered, “What if someone dies in battle?”

Star: “Well, there’s not much we can do.”

Harrison Clark twitched the corner of his mouth, “That’s rather ruthless.”

Star: “It’s not ruthless. People who are not remembered by you only have one lifetime. That is a normal life.”

“I see. In people’s beliefs, I am still myself. But they may not be themselves.”

“Yes, no matter what achievements a person has made in a disappeared timeline, it is not important. What is important is what each person can achieve this time. Past timeline’s illusory merit book is of no significance to the Guides in this timeline.”

Harrison Clark shrugged, “That’s not too bad.”

This Guidance Plan has undergone three revisions, but at its core is basically a routine he is familiar with.

Yes, it’s the much-hated “War God Plan” variant, with a broader target audience, longer duration, more systematic, and more extreme.

His instinctive aversion to it was slight, but the results seemed acceptable, leaving him with an unspeakable frustration.

“Okay, the large-scale top-secret network conference information square has been set up. Participants are all in place. Do you want to meet people directly, or just give a video speech through me?”

Harrison Clark shuddered, “Meeting them? That’s faster than I thought.”

“It’s in the virtual square I built using the medium layer network, with thought projection. If you don’t like it, we can put it off until your formal arrival in the Shadow Galaxy. It’s just that…”

Harrison Clark: “It’s just that people may not really be able to hold on until I arrive, right?”

“Yes. The probability is infinitely close to 0. Forty-two light-years of distance error is still too significant.”

Harrison Clark shook his head, “The original two-year time would have been just right, but the Sage Institute didn’t expect me to master the Warp Battle Armor and prompt the Compound-Eyed Observer to launch a general offensive in advance. It’s not a failure. Anyway, since everyone wants to see me, let’s meet.”

“Alright, please wear the brainwave direct connection helmet and establish a deep connection with Freddy’s nerves, then enter sleep. The square is built within Freddy’s brain, and you will appear in his dream in the form of dreaming.”

Harrison Clark seemed a little nervous, “Is that so? Will there be many people attending the meeting? Can Freddy handle it?””Please don’t underestimate the potential of the human brain and the Gelasians combined. If you who master time are the most incredible creatures in the universe, then Freddy can at least rank in the top ten.”

“Alright.”

About five minutes later, Harrison Clark slowly opened his eyes.

The sight before him was all too familiar – the city center garden square of Oxfordshire.

Harrison Clark was standing at the podium at the very front of the square, with Star, dressed in a red skirt, standing beside him.

He looked at the familiar statue of the great man in the center of the garden square, turned his head again to take in the surrounding high-rise shopping malls, the familiar red and white buses, the uniquely designed metal bus shelters, and the red flag fluttering in the wind above the square.

Harrison Clark’s memory was instantly pulled back a hundred years.

It felt as if he was in a different world.

A hundred years in a dream.

This city, it has been a long time since they last met.

It was still so familiar and intimate that it unconsciously reminded him of the original intention when he decided to become the savior.

Giving up a comfortable life, suffering pain and hardship at all costs, deep down in his heart, what he really wanted to protect was the land he was born in and the familiar people of the 21st and 31st centuries.

What he did was noble.

But his motivation still had to be built on the people he wanted to protect.

This time he thought he had lost it all.

He saw the destruction of the Earth and the collapse of the Solar System Civilization when he came here, and he was so devastated at first, struggling to come out of it.

So after he came out, he still resolutely decided to be a cold observer in hiding.

Obviously, Star had captured the most authentic side of his heart and deliberately designed the venue in such a way as to further awaken his original intentions.

“Star, you are very thoughtful,” Harrison Clark whispered.

The red-skirted girl beside him grinned, “Thank you for the compliment. But this is actually what everyone in the Shadow Galaxy dreams of – everyone wants to return to the Solar System and rebuild their homeland.”

Harrison Clark nodded, “There will be such a day.”

As the two talked, one figure after another appeared in the square below.

First, one human silhouette after another emerged, followed by the silhouettes gradually becoming clearer.

In the blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand people filled the square.

These were all the top talents in various fields in the current Shadow Galaxy.

About half of them wore military uniforms, stood tall and gazed upward.

There was no doubt that they were soldiers.

In addition, a quarter of them wore white standard casual clothing, presumably researchers.

The remaining half wore various types of casual clothing or blue workwear, related personnel in the fields of administrative management, resource allocation, and industrial management.

At this moment, all eyes were on Harrison Clark.

Some were so excited that their hands trembled, others had reddened eyes, some gently pursed their lips to control their emotions, and some tried to maintain composure, but their burning gaze betrayed their inner excitement and enthusiasm.

Harrison Clark looked around and briefly focused on the faces of some people in the front row.

He instantly located the child’s mother in the front crowd.

She didn’t purse her lips, and her eyes weren’t red, but her hands were straight at her sides, her gaze resolute and fiery.

She had been waiting for Harrison Clark for a hundred years.

Aged.

But she still had a breathtaking beauty, and time had not left any traces on her face.

Looking at the child’s mother, Harrison Clark’s lips unconsciously revealed an unmistakable curve.

So good.

So great.

What could be more beautiful than the return of a hundred years?

Harrison Clark was also secretly glad that he had lived to this point.

He had almost missed her.

With difficulty, Harrison Clark took his gaze off Nora Camp and scanned the crowd again. Then, taking a deep breath, he slowly said, “Everyone, it has been a long time. Thank you for your efforts.”

“It’s not hard! Our comrades outside are suffering even more!”

Ten thousand people below answered in unison, orderly and mighty.

It was unclear whether everyone had discussed the lines in advance, or if their thoughts were genuinely that unified.

Harrison Clark nodded, “It’s been hard on everyone, but it’s all good. You did a great job this time.”