I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 775

Chapter 775: Chapter 467: The Head Warrior Gradually Moving Away【5000 Words】_3

When outside, Needham Brown didn’t use the most advanced Battle Armor class weapons, but rather a simply modified, power-enhanced new standard fighter.

Harrison Clark checked Needham Brown’s current gene awakening level.

Hiss!

As high as 47.12%!

In a hundred years, Harrison Clark had visited tens of thousands of star systems and Needham Brown was no less active.

Just in a single large-scale battle entangling more than a thousand Prism Ships for over twenty years, Needham Brown, along with his comrades in the Thirteenth Star Region, fought and retreated, constantly being scattered and regrouped. The battle lines spanned hundreds of light-years and involved thousands of stars.

The fatality rate of the Thirteenth Star Region fleet reached 99.83%.

Even so, Needham Brown survived.

And that was just one of his many accomplishments!

After reviewing Needham Brown’s information in a short time, Harrison Clark felt that Clark really had a reason to be arrogant.

With such a high awakening level and the countless life-and-death experiences on the battlefield, he might have a chance against Harrison Clark.

So for now, Harrison Clark decided to let Needham Brown’s disrespect slide, and wait until he could find a way to surpass his awakening level before discussing further.

That’s what Harrison Clark thought, but things aren’t always as simple as they seem.

“Harrison Clark, I want to know why, even though you could have contacted humanity a hundred years earlier, you waited until today. With your talent, I believe you could have participated in as many battles as me and still be alive.”

Needham Brown said solemnly, with a chilly tone.

Harrison Clark showed no expression.

Sigh.

Why bring up the wrong issue?

Someone had hit Harrison’s sore spot.

He felt regret, especially seeing Nora Camp, who was thinking about something more behind him, and felt even more regretful now.

It was regret that even the Egyptian tribe’s core couldn’t fix.

Harrison Clark wanted to tell Needham Brown the truth.

You can die, but I can’t.

If I was exposed, I would be beheaded.

You don’t have to be afraid.

Your survival is a testament to your strength, but it might also be luck.

I honestly don’t dare gamble on my luck.

In the end, all of Harrison Clark’s thoughts were summarized into three words, “Next person.”

Needham Brown’s expression suddenly turned cold, and he snorted through his nose, “Hmph! Coward!”

Before Harrison Clark could dismiss him, Needham Brown’s figure suddenly disappeared.

As Needham Brown vanished, Harrison Clark saw the disdainful look in his eyes, as if he had already seen through his cowardice.

Harrison Clark clenched his teeth tightly. Damn it…

He was furious!

And yet, he couldn’t refute it.

So annoying.

Needham Brown’s temperament was getting more and more radical across various timelines, and his path was getting narrower.

Something had to be done to cure his illness.

Thankfully, people like Needham Brown, who do not appreciate good intentions, were the minority.

The following “heart-to-heart” between Harrison Clark and the others went quite smoothly. Some even tried to help defend Needham Brown by pleading with Harrison Clark not to hold a grudge against him, stating that he was just a mentally ill person with a hole in his brain, and that there were few people in the military who didn’t hate him. Otherwise, with his battle accomplishments, he would have long been promoted to Marshal.

Unknowingly, the number of people in the square dwindled.

The mother of the child was getting closer.

Harrison Clark changed his mind at the last minute.

“Marshal Mr. Green, could you come here first?”

He skipped over Nora Camp and Martha Owen, and pointed to Mr. Green, who was standing at the end.

Mr. Green was secretly delighted and quickly stepped past the two in front of him and introduced himself to Harrison Clark.

Harrison Clark had a guilty conscience and rarely chatted extra with this old acquaintance.

“Marshal Mr. Green, you truly deserve the title of Marshal. You bear a great responsibility, but I have unconditional trust in you. I believe you must be a leader worth relying on.”

Mr. Green saluted, “I won’t disappoint you!”

Harrison Clark shook his head with a smile, “No, no, no, whether you disappoint me or not doesn’t matter. We all have only one responsibility – not to disappoint our compatriots. Go ahead, I’ve already delayed you for a long time, sorry.”

Mr. Green humbly said, “It doesn’t matter, it’s my honor to listen to your teachings. We’ve already waited for you for hundreds of years, a few more hours won’t hurt.”

“Haha, Mr. Green, you sure know how to talk. Off you go, off you go.”

Harrison Clark thanked him once again.

Mr. Green happily left.

Then Harrison Clark pointed to the next person behind him, “Doctor Martha Owen, you go first.”

Martha Owen, who had been secretly looking at Harrison Clark, was overjoyed, and with a smile, she squeezed past Nora Camp and jumped forward with her hands on her heart.

Harrison Clark looked at her with a bit of speechlessness.

Pigtails, babyface, just unbeatable.

You’re over a hundred years old, but you still look like a little Lolita. Is that really okay?

“Hello Predecessor, I am…”

Harrison Clark: “Next person.”

The 120-year-old legal Lolita Martha Owen was taken aback, pointing to herself, “Huh? No… wait! I am the dean of the Shadow Galaxy Science Academy, and I have many important projects to report to you!”

Harrison Clark coughed lightly, “Let’s discuss academic matters later, I’ll introduce you to my younger brother Freddy. I won’t get involved in your high-end discussions, I’ll just look at the results. Go ahead.”

“No, wait! Predecessor, one more thing. I know you and my grand… my grandfather Ward Owen were buddies, which might mess up our generations. But it doesn’t matter, I believe that with your talent and my high IQ gene combination…”

Harrison Clark suddenly changed his face, yelling, “Star! Freddy! Hurry up and close the door! Kick her offline!”

Now, he understood.

Who knows what Martha Owen was thinking about, but this 100-year-old Lolita wanted to confuse the generations and have an old cow eating old grass?

That’s not acceptable.

Resolutely reject.

With a pop, Martha Owen disappeared on the spot.

In the vast square, there were only Harrison Clark and Nora Camp left.

The two stared at each other silently.

Mysteriously, Harrison Clark’s heartbeat began to speed up.

It is said that near hometown, one’s courage wanes, and this was now the case.

Harrison Clark was indeed a bit nervous.

Nora Camp looked calm, with a solemn expression, a determined gaze, and a chilling temperament.

She had a firm grip on her strong woman persona.

But Harrison Clark didn’t know that at this moment, Nora Camp’s heart was beating as fast as 108 beats per minute.