I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 512 - 338: My Love and Chu Men’s War God [Thanks to the Alliance Lord of the Deep Sea!]

Chapter 512: Chapter 338: My Love and Chu Men’s War God [Thanks to the Alliance Lord of the Deep Sea!]

“I worked with your father at the Gabriel Arms Factory. The miniature energy feedback module group in your Galaxy All-Powered Armor’s power system was audited for quality by your father and me. So, no matter how far you fly into space, we are always with you on Earth,” his “mother” explained further.

Harrison Clark smiled.

So that’s how it was.

Although it was different from what he had expected, perhaps this was what family love was like in the 31st century.

It tasted bland, but slightly sweet.

He thought of a middle school classmate he hadn’t seen in many years.

The classmate’s mother worked at the Nike Shoe Factory and specialized in making shoe uppers.

Harrison still remembered how his classmate proudly pointed at the Nike shoes on his feet and loudly said, “My mother made the uppers for these shoes,” wearing a proud expression on his face.

He opened the loading container of the Galaxy Equipment and looked at the metal ball representing the Sequence Four form of the Omnipotent Battle Armor. It did feel a bit more familiar now.

The trip back to Bosdon had been worth it.

Just a single sentence from this strange yet familiar mother was more than enough.

After leaving the residential area, Harrison didn’t know where to go next.

He looked back and gave a bitter smile.

Back in the day, every time he was sent back to his hometown, it was such a blissful release.

Each time he left the military camp, he was overjoyed and couldn’t wait to go home to learn songs, watch movies, play games, read books, learn about the future, and flirt with the girls there. His goals were crystal clear, and he always felt there was no shortage of things to do.

Now, he found himself at a loss during his rare vacation back. His heart felt empty.

It was strange how being goal-driven made life less carefree and happy compared to being carefree before.

He wondered if it was true that people who had been in the military for too long could lose their social skills without realizing it.

Perhaps it was because there was just so much he wanted to do, and the entry points seemed so difficult that he was experiencing this disorienting emotional turbulence.

Upon careful reflection, Harrison realized he had been through quite a lot.

Although he had only been in the military for a little over five years—a seemingly short period of time compared to one-third of Daniel Thompson’s service—he had experienced more wars and lost more comrades than anyone else in the world.

Harrison checked his vacation time and saw that he still had two full days left.

He wasn’t in a hurry to return and decided to spend some time wandering around the city of Bosdon, reading books, watching movies, and listening to songs to pass the time.

After all, he still needed to copy songs.

This time, he would focus on love songs.

While the 23rd to 25th centuries still had some original works—before love songs fell into complete oblivion—it was time to appreciate this artistic style.

Otherwise, if he couldn’t find any more love songs from the past, he might actually have to put in the effort to write his own classic love songs on his own.

He found an open-air teahouse, ordered a cup of authentic, natural Bosdon specialty, Inland Taipan tea.

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Something that was too perfect gave off an air of artificiality.

After the humanoid service robot served him his tea, Harrison snapped his fingers, and the robot immediately fetched a paper-bound book from the synthesizer inside.

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Harrison gently opened the book.

This book deserved to be savored.

On a sunny afternoon with the right amount of sunlight, sitting under a parasol, sipping some good tea, holding the book in his hand with the aroma of ink lingering in the air—what could be more enjoyable?

The novel was a biographical one called “Lover,” written in the early 25th century. It was a rare classic sci-fi love story and held a significant place in the history of literature and art, on par with “Romeo and Juliet” and “Jack and Rose.” It was also considered the last classic love story of the genre.

The story was about two young people who meet in the early 21st century and then accompany each other through the cycles of time and space, sharing a touching story.

It was about him and Carrie Thomas.

However, a novel is a novel, not a historical record. Part of it was based on real life, but the other part was the author’s imaginative embellishments and artistic processing.

In the first sentence of the prologue, the author made this clarification.

“This story is based on the lives of Master Harrison Clark and Master Carrie Thomas but also includes my own artistic processing and creativity. Please don’t overinterpret it. If it offends anyone, please forgive me.”

Harrison’s interest in the book stemmed from the fact that the imaginative sci- fi plot of the author’s expansions based on “reality” mysteriously coincided with parts of his own life.

In “Lover,” the author gave a highly subjective and idealistic interpretation of Master Harrison’s talent.

According to the author, Master Harrison had the ability to “steal” knowledge from across time and space in his dreams.

It was in a “dream” that Master Harrison saw the end of the world a thousand years later and decided to rise and fight for a brighter future.

Master Harrison then visited the future again and again to see—and subsequently change it—while quietly guiding the times and influencing Master Carrie’s thoughts, continually stimulating her creative abilities.

The author created four different timelines in the novel, and in each one, Master Carrie spent a long time of her life creating “Morning Wind,” a monumental musical piece that would change the times.

Master Carrie took 77 years to create “Morning Wind” for the first time…