I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 520 - 341: "Coincidence" 3

Chapter 520: Chapter 341: “Coincidence” 3

This time, the audience’s ranks were lower, and their emotions were more easily swayed. Master Clark believed he could create another glorious moment. “…Anyway, what I want to tell you is that the so-called creator of the new script is not me but the cosmic wisdom. What I want to express is…”

“Wait! “Just as Harrison Clark was speaking happily, he was interrupted.

A Lost One with a strong military demeanor stood up, “Captain Clark, I understand your thoughts personally, but you shouldn’t try to raise our expectations by belittling the image of our sages.”

“Yes! I admit my failure, butthat’s my own problem, not the problem of the sages!”

“We admire your courage to become a warrior, but we do not approve of your so-called cosmic wisdom!”

“Yes, we hope you can live up to your identity and not joke about the sages!” Harrison Clark was fiercely criticized.

He was stunned.

He made a mistake.

The tried and tested soup for the soul had failed.

Harrison’s mind-processing system quickly analyzed the situation.

Learning from past mistakes, he quickly found the reason.

He became arrogant after having been a leader once before.

There wasn’t much difference in his speaking level in the two timelines he had experienced. However, in the previous timeline, he was recognized as a leader, whereas, in the current timeline, he was merely a potential warrior.

Losing the halo of leadership, his words were no longer the absolute truth, just ordinary chicken soup.

Moreover, those who fell into the Lost City must have read many psychological counseling books and were on average masters of inspirational sayings.

Chicken soup was no longer effective.

“Captain Clark, we know you mean well, but we know what’s in our hearts. Let’s forget about it this time. As long as you don’t do this play again, we won’t blame you.”

“Yeah, let’s call it a day.”

“We’ll go back first.”

The people saw that Harrison Clark was stuck on stage and didn’t hold him responsible. Thus, they dispersed.

The War God Project’s assessment came through Amelia Johnson’s communication device.

“A terrible speech could severely damage his confidence. D-Class rating. Suggested improvement plan: Terminate the new play’s performance and eliminate its influence before Harrison Clark’s own influence improves.” Master Johnson felt wronged.

She didn’t do anything wrong.

“See, I told you it’s not that simple. But it’s not your fault, you have your understanding, but you shouldn’t try to change others’ worldview with your own understanding.”

Amelia comforted him.

Harrison didn’t nod or shake his head, “It’s alright, it’s just a waste of a few months of my time. Thank you for your trust and help.”

He planned to return to the Black Bear Training Base.

He was a little disappointed, but it wasn’t a big deal.

He originally wanted to use this method to quickly improve his social status, so that he could accomplish many tasks, which could save a lot of accumulated time.

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Since the shortcut didn’t work, he could go back to the base and walk the old path by focusing on Brainwave Synchronization Resonance Training and improving his awakening percentage.

His current awakening percentage was 36.70%.

In another hundred days, he could reach 37.70%.

Then, he could spend 30 more days to reach 38% and return to the pinnacle height of the entire civilization’s awakening rate.

At that time, his words and actions should be more effective.

After saying goodbye to Amelia, Harrison soared into the sky and flew out of the theater.

Just as he floated out, he saw that the place outside was in chaos, so he looked up.

At some point, a giant dome shield covered the open ground outside the theater.

The intelligence function of the Galaxy Basic Armor indicated that this was a very basic force field shield that could be easily breached by not only the Galaxy Equipment but also the Drogon Armament.

In that case, the intention of the force field shield was obvious – to trap the other unarmed Lost Ones.

Far away, outside the dome shield, more than a dozen people were floating in the air.

Among them, one person’s Galaxy Warrior armor looked particularly ferocious. Its Omnipotent Battle Armor form stood at 15 meters tall, with a huge weapon box on its back that wasn’t present in the standard battle armor.

Behind these dozen Galaxy Warriors, there were hundreds of thousands of white medical robots and tens of thousands of unmanned Galaxy Battle Ball Basic Armors floating.

“Damn it, how did this guy come again?”

“It’s not time for this month yet, has he gone crazy?”

“Right, isn’t it the day after tomorrow? I told my wife I’d be back for supper when I left. It’s terrible now.”

“Alas, what should we do?”

Below Harrison, many strong men huddled together, looking quite distressed.

Without asking, Harrison knew who had arrived.

The labor model, Needham Brown, who took it upon himself to grind the Lost Warriors.

He organized another large-scale sweep this month.

It was unexpectedly coincidental for Harrison Clark to witness it in person.

“All former combat personnel of the Lost Ones, stand up for me!”

With the help of the auxiliary system, Needham Brown’s calm voice echoed in every person present.

As he spoke, Needham Brown led tens of thousands of Galaxy Basic Armors into the dome shield.

The other innocent onlookers retreated while tens of thousands of people stepped forward, forming four neat square formations.

Each person maintained a distance of three meters from one another, showing that most of the Lost Ones were well-trained and had been real veterans.

“The usual rules: the battle armor will automatically recognize and match your level; it won’t actually let you die here. Put them on and attack me with all your strength until you all fall by my hand, or until you defeat me.”

“I won’t take advantage of my equipment to bully others. If anyone attacks me, my special instructor armor will recognize your current level, and my equipment will automatically synchronize to the same level.”

After Needham Brown finished speaking, tens of thousands of Galaxy Basic Armors began to drift forward.

But his gaze suddenly shifted to another place.

Harrison Clark was just floating there, watching the excitement.

“Who’s over there! Come here!”

Needham Brown spoke sternly.

Harrison Clark was startled, “Huh? I’m not a Lost One. You can train them, what does that have to do with me?”

Needham Brown grinned deeply, “Which unit are you from? Since you’re already wearing the equipment, come join us. You’re really lucky. Normally, my lectures aren’t accessible to just anyone.”

At that moment, a warning from the War God Research Institute sounded in Needham Brown’s communication system, “General Needham Brown, that’s Harrison Clark! He’s part of the War God Project…”

Crack!

Needham Brown silently crushed the communication equipment on the Basic Armor.

Of course, he knew that was Harrison Clark.

Why else would he be here today?