I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 498 - 326: Where There is a Master, There Must be a Disciple

Chapter 498: Chapter 326: Where There is a Master, There Must be a Disciple

Harrison Clark got up, went to wash his face again, lay on the bed, and stretched his legs out, like a corpse.

Once he lay down, the fatigue he had been intentionally ignoring surged. Harrison Clark shook his head vigorously.

I’m not tired!

I’m not tired at all!

Regardless of whether Star could hear him or not, he hummed disdainfully through his nose.

“What’s this bit of hardship? Do you underestimate me? We Clarks are all tough men.”

Indeed, perhaps because his lips were so loud, his body believed it.

The fatigue disappeared in a flash.

Harrison Clark stretched out on the bed and then continued speaking to himself: “As for tomorrow, let it be as it may. I’ve done everything I could, I have nothing to regret even if I fall. Anyway, in case I lose, it doesn’t matter who wins in the end, just kill them.”

Yep, that’s the cheerful decision.

Finally letting his mind relax, Harrison Clark began to let his thoughts wander, ready to sleep.

“Oh my god!”

Suddenly, he realized something and sat up abruptly on the bed.

Harrison Clark’s eyes were wide open, and his expression was one of shock.

He finally noticed something strange.

Throughout the thirty-three days of Star’s intensive teaching, Harrison Clark saw many famous scholars from history, from all walks of life.

Previously, he hadn’t paid much attention to who these people were.

But now it dawned on him.

So many academics in history had the last name Owen!

It probably accounted for about one in a thousand.

The surname Owen is rare, this was obviously extremely abnormal.

Harrison Clark immediately dove back into the historical records, this time focusing on Marthus.

Ten minutes later, the great philosopher Harrison Clark’s expression changed again and again, becoming extremely complex and distorted.

He was sometimes moved, sometimes speechless, sometimes found it ridiculous.

After a long time, he silently gave a thumbs-up to the air.

Marthus, I’ll definitely burn three sticks of incense for you when I get back.

You’ve worked hard!

Compared with your hard work and dedication all your life, my struggle for just over a month is really nothing.

Marthus’s life was a life of struggle, a life of endeavor, a life bent on exhausting his last breath in fulfilling his duty.

It was truly admirable and touching, leaving Harrison Clark with countless thoughts.

In truth, Marthus did not achieve the societal status he aspired for in his lifetime.

While others made great strides, it was only Marthus whose stature fell during his lifetime.

Although Harrison Clark made a fourth even more classic album for Marthus, Marthus perhaps couldn’t even match the “folk master” from the previous timeline.

For a long time, the name Ward Owen did not resonate in the historical records, and in the early days, it was even often deliberately avoided, always replaced by various prefixes such as “Harrison Clark’s disciple”, “Chris Owen’s son”, “Samantha’s husband”, “Terry Owen’s father”, “member of Solution”, and so on.

When he died at a young age, his funeral was not as grand as before.

Marthus’s downfall was not accidental.

It was not that his album sales were poor, or that his achievements in the music world were not high. What caused it was that his “private integrity” fell short.

As the only disciple of the sage Harrison Clark, Marthus lived up to his teacher’s trust and performed his only true talent to perfection.

It’s just that this talent of his wasn’t something the world could understand.

Throughout her life, Samantha was pregnant three times, giving birth to two sons and a daughter.

This was one of Marthus’s major transgressions.

After all, Samantha was not an ordinary woman, but the second person in the field of artificial intelligence undisputedly after Harrison Clark.

Some even argue that Samantha’s achievements in the field of Quantum Intelligence are stronger than Harrison Clark’s.

Ward Owen made his wife pregnant three times.

As a result, many people criticized him for holding Samantha back, saying that without him, Samantha’s eventual life achievements would have been much higher.

Some even attacked Marthus, saying that he was trampling on life and putting Samantha in danger.

Marthus did feel guilty towards his wife, after all having three children seemed a little too much, so he didn’t argue, just let people say what they wanted.

Besides, in addition to the eldest Terry Owen, and second and third children, the couple also had ten other children, a total of thirteen children, enough to form a soccer team with two substitutes.

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From the fourth to the thirteenth, the babies weren’t carried by Samantha, but were all tube babies, and were produced through some surrogate methods that are legal in some countries but controversial in the country.

This was Marthus’s second major transgression.

Accusations like resenting the rich, accusing him of wasting social resources, disrespecting women, and so on all surfaced.

Because of these various bad records, Ward Owen was scolded a lot in his life. He did not argue with any of them but just took them all in stride and apologized each time, saying he had not set a good example as a public figure, and promising to do more charity work in the future to make up for his personal shortcomings and contribute more to society.

The fat man tried his entire life to reverse his reputation but ultimately passed away prematurely with regrets.

It was only many years later, as the radiance of the Owen family grew brighter and brighter, that his reputation gradually turned around, and the small statue dedicated to him earned the right to stand alongside Harrison Clark’s giant sculpture as one of the members of the Solution.

He made it.

Through his own efforts, he truly created an enormous family.

In a thousand years, the Owen family has never fallen.

Even after Whale Group changed ownership and the Owen family gave upon business ventures, they never left the stage of civilization development. On the contrary, they have played an even more prominent role.

On some levels, the descendants of the fat Owen in this timeline are even more dazzling than the Greens.

In the span of a long thousand years, the massive Owen family has never lacked talent, especially in academia.

At their height, they had three leaders in major academic fields, and even in their weaker moments, at least one of them stood at the forefront of cutting- edge science.

Many descendants of the Owens eventually joined significant scientific research institutions that appeared throughout history, such as the Summit Research Institute.

Even in the large assistant teams of Willian and Sergey, there were three people with the surname Owen.

Dr. Wright’s mentor was also an Owen!

Now, in addition to Martha Owen, an extraordinary and brilliant descendant, there are still many Owens actively engaged in various scientific fields.

Hope Owen, Josh Owen, Soloman Owen, Martha’s cousins, uncles, and grandfather, all hold important positions under the Science Research Executive Committee’s first-level research units.

The fat man created a vast academic family that spans a thousand years, through his lifelong struggle against reproach and relentless perseverance.

Now, outside of Harrison Clark’s own contributions in the new era and new changes that he sees, Sergey and Willian take up twenty percent, and the Owen family at least another twenty percent!

When Clark finally saw all of this, he truly found it indescribable.

He didn’t know whether to feel touched or curse the fat man for being too assuming and overactive.

As Clark once again opened Ward Owen’s memoirs, he vaguely comprehended his feelings.

“Actually at first, knowing that my master brought me into the profession to prevent me from messing up Whale Group, I was truly disappointed. But seeing everyone happy, I also followed suit, not wanting to spoil everyone’ s mood.”

“But afterwards, I always felt uncomfortable. My master did try to persuade me not to feel that way. But I was not content. I had to do something else, or my life would be too meaningless.”

“I couldn’t just watch everyone work hard while I was powerless to do anything. I really didn’t have any other good methods.”

“Since I am a member of the Solution, I should live up to my identity, live up to my master’s trust.”

“So, whether others understand or not, I did it this way. I hope my descendants will not disappoint me.”

“My master once told me about some attempts he had made that were not understood by the world. At that time, I laughed and thought my master was so thick- skinned to withstand it all.”

“Now I understand his feelings. Actually, I also don’t know what the future holds. Maybe my attempt is just a joke, and I let my children down. But what does it matter? Ask me ten thousand times, I won’t regret it.”

Clark closed the fat man’s memoir.

He sighed.

Through these simple words, he could feel the fat man’s determination in frustrating battles and his determination to make this attempt.

The fat man carried out his master’s spirit unswervingly.

As long as it could increase the likelihood of defeating the enemy, he would carry it out at all costs, using any means necessary.

The fat man must have tried to find his talent and ability, but in the end, he had to concentrate on descendants like Martha Owen when he had no other choice.

To him, it was torture.

Although he appeared clumsy, he wasn’t stupid, nor was he resigned to a life of pure luck. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen to sing rather than inheriting the family business.

But Clark’s candid behaviour was somewhat cruel to the fat man.

Because on some level, it deprived the fat man of his life’s sense of accomplishment by striving for another cause.

“So, I’m still relying on luck!”

Perhaps that’s what the fat man thought at the time.

No wonder, despite Clark repeatedly stressing not to ask about each other’s future, he still couldn’t help but speak out.

He just hid his unspoken disappointment and depression behind a mask of laughter.

Clark figured, the fat man probably only hoped to have another descendant like Martha Owen as an additional assist when he made his decision.

He surely didn’t expect the Owen family to be so illustrious in these thousand years.

Clark, looking at the projection of the fat man’s cheerful and beaming portrait, made a thumbs-up gesture.

Fool, you made it.

Clark slept fairly soundly that night, except he kept dreaming about the fat man’ s round face swinging back and forth in front of him like a relentless ghost.

The fat man said, “Master, can you reveal more about my future? Honestly, I’m not content. I want to help you more.”

Clark even dreamt that when he got back, the guy was chasing after him asking, “Master, was I helpful this time? Did I help you?”

Clark, in his dream, was quite impatient and didn’t want to answer him.

He kept asking, “Master, just tell me, if I was more useful, just say it. I will learn, I will do better!”

Then Clark’s dream continued to unfold, turning into a nightmare.

After he came here, Daniel Thompson turned into Daniel Owen, Marthus turned into Martha Owen…

Looking around, over half of the world’s population had the surname Owen.

It was quite horrifying!