I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 597 - 385: Perfect Logical Deduction and Dying Early_3

Chapter 597: Chapter 385: Perfect Logical Deduction and Dying Early_3

When technology levels are low, the Kardashev civilizations classification is relatively adaptable.

However, when technology level exceeds a certain limit, the class gap between civilizations cannot be simply measured by the amount of energy used.

For example, humans, if humans were to invent the Dyson membrane and then fall into an eternal technological bottleneck with no further progress, as long as Earthlings are given time, they can still spread their footprints throughout the Milky Way Galaxy, utilizing every star within and even covet the Galactic Center, gradually climbing the ladder to a Tier 3 Civilization.

Yet, Earthlings still cannot leave the Milky Way to reach extragalactic galaxies; they would still lose in the face of the invading Compound-Eyed Observer.

Even if the opponent only sent a million warships, their total energy combined would not be one in a hundred billion of the entire Milky Way, but they can still win.

Energy usage differences that can be erased by time are worthless.

The value of technology will be more reflected in quality rather than quantity.

For instance, if humans suddenly mastered a high-speed movement technology independent of jump and gravity line curvature flight that could support a group of people fleeing from the Milky Way to the other end of the Laniakea Supercluster Group, human extinction would instantly be reversed.

Harrison Clark thought of his next direction of effort.

Continuing to seek deeper technological breakthroughs to obtain new forces that can overpower the Compound-Eyed Observers in some aspects, then humans either gain strong mobility to escape or strong warfare capabilities to confront the million-strong fleet of Angular Warships.

Either way would completely change the future.

Now he gets the point, but as the war progresses, his mood doesn’t seem to improve much.

First, he found that no matter how hard he tried to imagine and speculate, he couldn’t find a stable way to trigger a deep technological breakthrough.

He also informed Martha Owen and others of his ideas, hoping that more scientists would collaborate with him, but the results were still not encouraging.

Secondly, it is always painful to see one’s fellow humans die in battle group after group against an alien species.

The death rate of the three human fleets is still high.

After the Compound-Eyed Observers quickly figured out the movements of the Proxima Centauri Fleet and Barnard’s Star Fleet, the casualties increased even more.

Half an hour passed unknowingly, and Harrison Clark gradually felt physically and mentally exhausted.

He couldn’t come up with ideas, but neither could so many smart people collaborating with such a large artificial intelligence. The direction of the war was so clear, making him confused and in pain.

Now he doesn’t know how long this path will continue, which is incredibly frustrating.

He seemed to have forgotten something.

Until now, the music player within the Solar System has been playing “Morning Wind” non-stop at full power.

Most people no longer enjoy the emotional boost of “Morning Wind” but under the influence of “Song of the Wilderness,” their thinking becomes more logical, and even when they rush to death, they are no longer emotional.

Those with an awakening level above 35% can resist, but their mood is somewhat affected, except Harrison Clark who is completely immune to “Song of the Wilderness.”

However, he is still influenced by “Morning Wind”, which gradually stirs his emotions.

Even though it’s just slight emotional fluctuations, which are constantly amplified to exceed a certain limit, it can cause dramatic changes in his mood.

Another half-hour passed, and when Nora Camp’s command ship was ambushed and torn apart by eight Blade Mantises, Harrison Clark’s flawless judgment began to fail.

This time the child’s mother had no chance to leave him any last words, in an instant, she was reduced to cosmic dust in a violent explosion.

At the same time, the human fleet’s continuous bombardment finally created a gap in the Connection Grid.

The layers of energy weapons and missile barrage seemed to have finally exhausted the Dark Black Group and physical toxins in front of the grid, also consuming a lot of white plasma in the grid.

The first missile perfectly penetrated the grid.

The nearby patrolling Blade Mantis also showed a gap, leaving a narrow passage.

In the next moment, Harrison Clark made a decision and followed the path of the missile, plunging through at the speed of light.

He was tired of being trapped in a cage, only able to fight with other people’s weapons, but unable to harm them.

However, when he had just passed through the grid and entered the area between the Connection Grid and the Prism Ship formation, he saw the energy change behind him as well as the battlefield information.

The energy of the Connection Grid has not diminished, and the missiles and energy cannons behind him still cannot break through. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Long Whiskers had spread on the Prism Ship right in front of him.

He had seen these Long Whiskers before.

They were used by the previous Spherical Battle Ship, which could freeze space.

In just a moment, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, Harrison Clark was shocked awake.

He fell into a trap.

The Compound-Eyed Observers wanted to capture him alive.

No wonder, in the midst of the Blade Mantises’ siege, he seemed to be in danger but was actually quite comfortable.

It’s not that he’s too strong, but that the Blade Mantises were deliberately holding back!

Harrison Clark is unsure if his time-travel ability has been discovered, but the Compound-Eyed Observers have certainly noticed his uniqueness!

It’s over.

Now he suddenly has only one option left: to die earlier.