I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 445 - 298: Shattering Inferiority, No

Chapter 445: Chapter 298: Shattering Inferiority, No

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Harrison Clark: “Yes, now you know everything. Whether you hate me, dislike

me, or even if you don’t believe me, it doesn t matter.

Carrie Thomas looked at him with a complex expression, asking again, “Does it

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Harrison Clark crossed his hands, “Well, actually, it does matter a bit, but

there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You’re really not honest.”

Harrison Clark: “Anyway, I have considered that your feelings for me might be just an illusion. I didn’t dare to say it before, but now I’m sure you can complete ‘Morning Wind,’ Idare to say it.”

“Let me think first.” Carrie Thomas fell into a long period of contemplation,

her expression solemn.

After a long time, she sighed deeply, “This situation is too taxing on the brain!” Harrison Clark shrugged, “Yeah, it is. But you don’t have to worry about other things, just focus on our relationship. Even if you scold me or beat me, it’s fine. If it makes you happy, then it’s worth it.”

“After all, compared to you, the past me was just ordinary and humble, not worth mentioning at all. I’m not good enough for you. I used to lie to myself, saying I could be an actor all my life, willingly receiving your kindness, but now I find that this issue confuses me. It makes me doubt my judgment, and I can t even figure out what the right thing to do is.

Carrie rubbed her temples and shook her head, “Wait, let me calm down. My

mind is a bit chaotic. I just need to sort out my thoughts.”

Harrison Clark anxiously awaited her judgment.

He thought that no matter how sweet her previous words of love, once she realized it was all illusory, feelings might change.

After a while, Carrie asked, “Tell me, why did you start plagiarizing my songs in the first place? To make money?”

“That was partly the reason. To be honest, I felt a bit guilty at first, but your attitude towards me was so bad that I just couldn’t resist.

Carrie: “So you just took my work?”

“Yeah.”

Carrie suddenly laughed, “Not surprising, it’s just your nature. When you taught me how to trick Colonel Brown, I knew you were a pretty cunning person.”

Harrison Clark nodded sheepishly, “Yes.”

“And then what? We became friends, and you still plagiarized my work? Did

you specialize in ripping off your friends?”

Harrison Clark: “Ahem, I took advantage of you because you’re simply the best.

Having you sing your own songs guarantees success and is the safest option. I needed to accumulate wealth quickly, so I chose the safest and easiest method.”

“So even after our careers took off and you partnered with that European guy, you still plagiarized my work? Even went to the accident scene on a motorcycle to plagiarize? And played guitar for me by the fire? What was the reason for all that?”

Harrison Clark looked even more embarrassed, “Because I realized how incredibly talented you are, and no matter how much I plagiarized, it seemed to have no negative impact on you. Your songs just kept getting better and better. I wanted to exploit your potential and leave more behind.

Carrie: “Like what?”

“Songs like ‘The Fire,’ ‘Self Combustion,’ everything in the ‘Eight tone Box,’ and of course, ‘Morning Wind.1 These were all songs you never created in the past. I’ve heard ‘Dreamwalking in Virgo’ before, but you never gave me the chance to plagiarize it.”

“So in your eyes, I’m just a self-sustaining resource, like a leek that grows thicker the more you cut it, right?”

“In fact, I think of you more like a sheep doused with hair growth serum.

” I’m going to beat you to death.”

Carrie gave him a few hits.

Harrison Clark was puzzled, “Aren’t you mad?”

“Of course I’m mad.”

“But you…”

Carrie suddenly changed the subject: “At first, you didn’t plan on saving the world?”

“Yeah, because I thought I wouldn’t be able to.”

“But in the end, you went anyway.”

“I just wanted to be a soldier for once and see how I would die, whether I could live a few more days. But once I went, there was no turning back.’

“That’s just your nature. You and I are the same, reluctant to let our guards down, but once we let someone in, it’s hard to break free.”

Carrie sipped her juice and continued, “You said earlier that after the fourth time, you went to war every time, right?”

“Yeah.”

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“Did you die every time?”

“Yeah.”

“How about your friends in the army? What about the other people?

“They all died, dying over and over again.”

“Sigh, in your world, humanity has already experienced extinction seven

times.”

“Yes, I’m working hard to prevent the eighth extinction.

Carrie suddenly asked softly, “Are you sad?”

“Not really.”

“You’re lying again.”

“Huh?”

“You think you can still deceive me? Can’t you see your day-to-day melancholy, like you’re carrying the heavy burden of a whole Milky Way on your shoulders?”

“Alright, I’m still sad.”

“Can you tell me more about the stories of you and your comrades?”

“Alright.”

She learned about the existence of Nora Camp. At first, she felt a bit jealous and secretly scolded others for their indiscretion. But later, she realized that the people of that era were actually under some form of control, so their actions were reasonable.

Later on, she heard about the countless times Harrison Clark’s and Nora’s daughter could not be born.

As Harrison Clark recounted the stories in a calm tone, like a bystander, Carrie could detect the emotional fluctuations in his slightly trembling voice, and she couldn’t help but cry.

Harrison Clark continued talking for another two hours, and unbeknownst to them, the whole night had passed, and the sky outside began to turn a shade of fish-bellywhite.

The sky was getting brighter.

After listening, Carrie turned her head to look at the distant sky and said softly, “I can’t imagine how you managed to get through all those sacrifices, one after another, seeing the people you care about dying over and over again. I tried to put myself in your shoes, grasping only a faint sense of that feeling.