I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 776

Chapter 776: Chapter 468: No Hope, Await Death【4000 Words】_1

If this were during her youth, Nora Camp might have lost control of her emotions and fainted.

Now, it wouldn’t happen.

She was no longer a brilliant young girl just starting her career, but a seasoned and top-notch commander who had gone through numerous near-death experiences, countless ambushes, and had commanded inferior military forces to confront Prism Ships head-on, before suddenly closing the pocket, and completing multiple high-difficulty new weapon tests.

She was a world-class female leader capable of controlling billions of battleships and trillions of warplanes in space.

She had received professional training and wouldn’t easily get nervous unless she really couldn’t control herself.

At this moment, Nora Camp appeared as calm as a mountain on the surface but was restless inside.

Even though it was only her consciousness projected through her dream, she could hear her own pounding heartbeats.

This was a natural feedback from her sleeping body outside the dream, uncontrollable and impossible to ignore.

It felt as if a young girl experiencing the stirrings of first love had suddenly bumped into her dream lover, a sensation she had never encountered before.

But she didn’t think it was love, nor did she believe in any fateful love at first sight.

She simply thought that she, like billions of other young girls in the Morrowind Empire, had been immersed in the admiration of the great Lord Sage throughout her upbringing in a cultivated worldview.

It’s only natural for her to be nervous when finally meeting the real person.

Even Mr. Green had previously mentioned that he would be nervous when queuing up.

No matter how prominent contemporary figures were, they were ultimately just ordinary people in this era, facing a historical figure whose influence spanned a thousand years and across nine timelines. Within the same millennium, he gradually led human civilization from a secluded corner, a helpless frog at the bottom of a well, to today’s vast Morrowind Empire–the great sage Harrison Clark.

How could one not be impressed?

Nora Camp firmly denied that her emotions were related to love.

As early as her enlistment, she had vowed never to marry and to devote her life to the cause of human liberation, unswerving until death.

Over the years, she had rejected many pursuers, no matter how outstanding they were or what reasons they had, none could shake her will.

She admitted to being a firm advocate of the genetic enhancement program.

At the same time, people with particularly high levels of genetic awakening often proposed combination matches to her, even artificial cultivation applications, which actually conformed to her personal values.

However, she inexplicably didn’t like it.

Don’t ask for reasons, if asked, she’d say they just don’t sit right with her.

Especially Needham Brown, who had a high genetic awakening level of 44.44% a hundred years ago, was inexplicably persistent. Starting in 3025, he applied twice a year, once mid-year and once at year-end.

Similar matching applications will be displayed in the personal operation backstage for half a year. If no response is received within half a year, the application will be automatically blocked.

Needham Brown did this twice a year, just to keep the application visible.

Unfortunately, his high level of genetic awakening made his applications a high priority. As long as his report was active, Nora Camp would see this annoying matching application whenever she opened her private affairs processing channel.

Nora Camp was fed up.

No matter how she refused, even warning him face-to-face, he remained stubborn, applying twice a year every year.

Despite being constantly rejected, Needham Brown never lost heart and persisted for 96 years.

It was said that once, while controlling a fighter jet and battling two Blade Mantis, he remembered that Nora Camp’s application had expired. He only delayed by 0.1 seconds, while simultaneously diving to fire and magically operating his personal system to complete the verification, sending out the report.

How utterly crazy.

Needham Brown had also rejected countless other matching applications. Of the many available, he only wished to have but one.

Needham Brown’s unwavering love for the Third Marshal spread far and wide in the military, becoming an anecdote of the generation, even though the results were pitiful.

With humanity on the brink of destruction, General Brown’s success seemed far off, causing people to sigh in despair.

Of course, not every woman in the world was as unconventional as Nora Camp.

In the era of war, in order to maintain rapid reproduction and ensure population, most people held very open-minded views. Even if they didn’t have the time to procreate themselves, they were often quite casual about providing matching sources.

After all, with artificial intelligence education and comprehensive genetic monitoring technology, it was easy to get a cute, smart, and healthy child who would grow up to be a useful member of society. Why not be a part of it?

For example, the old loli Martha Owen was an avid enthusiast of artificial fostering technology.

Martha Owen had never been in love, never married, never even shared a bed with the opposite sex, but she carried on her ancestor Ward Owen’s legacy to the extreme.

The descendants Martha single-handedly left behind had expanded to six generations, totalling tens of thousands in population, all of whom were talents.

Martha often persuaded Nora Camp, her childhood friend, but to no avail.

Nora Camp remained steadfast, unwavering.

Her selfishness in this aspect, coupled with her tendency to prioritize self-preservation during wartime, restricted her achievements.

But she didn’t care.

At this moment, Nora Camp reevaluated her mentality, slowly switching to an admiring demeanor, and slightly bowed, “Greetings, Lord Sage. I am…”

Harrison Clark gently coughed, “Child… ahem, ahem, hi. Hello, I saw your information earlier, and I know you’re Marshal Nora Camp.”