I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 666 - 417: The Lonely Traveler in Time and Space_1

Chapter 666: Chapter 417: The Lonely Traveler in Time and Space_1

Gazing into the distance, an endless vast grassland sprawled before him.

Green trees covered the grassland like a lush carpet, with dense shrubs and bushes occasionally scattered, and the interspersed patches of lakes were like random chess pieces on a Pente board.

The morning sun pierced through the blue sky and white clouds, casting a shimmering light on these lakes, making the fish leap and create splashing sounds.

In the distance near the horizon on the grassland, a herd of horses could be vaguely seen, looking exceptionally content.

Suddenly, a roar was heard, and a ferocious tiger leaped out from a nearby pit.

The tiger had a round face and a round belly, as if it were a pregnant female.

The horses thundered away in all directions, trying to escape.

Hooves churned the grass, and dirt flew about.

The giant tiger, at least seven meters long, didn’t let its swollen belly hinder its speed. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with a robust horse,

and swiped it with one powerful paw.

The imposing horse, with its shiny fur, had its back caved in and rolled over in a tumble, splashing mud all over.

The horse was writhing in pain, seemingly trying to stand back up, but its spine was broken, its hind legs powerless, and it could only neigh in despair while lying on its back.

The tiger swiped at the struggling horse’s long neck with another paw.

The horse’s neck snapped, bending violently like a broken matchstick, and fell silent forever.

The pregnant female tiger began to feed on the horse’s belly.

On one side there was death, on the other, life.

Amidst the green mountains, clear water, grass, and blood, this scene was cruel and bloody, yet it abided by the rules of nature.

Apart from the horses and the tiger, eagles soared in the sky, and vultures searched for food.

Near the tiger and horses, black and gray heads occasionally popped out of the grass.

These were hyenas, waiting for a chance to scavenge and feast.

More and more carnivorous and scavenging animals gathered quietly, aware of the commotion.

Looking back, the Black Bear Training Base towered towards the sky; halfway up the mountain, a white cloud-like ribbon hung, as if an immortal had descended to the mortal realm.

Above the mountain’s halfway point, through the thin white mist, the silver, dazzling snowy peak was visible.

Following the slope downward, there were first the orange-brown high-altitude thin grasslands, gradually transitioning into coniferous and broadleaf forests.

Between the broadleaf forests, snowmelt formed small, meandering streams that flowed down the hillside, eventually converging into a winding river, crossing the horizon towards the distance.

Thousands of kilometers further along this river, it would become a great river capable of nurturing and nourishing a civilization for millennia.

Winds blew across the grassland, with layer upon layer of grass crests spread from a distance along the river’s path.

The oxygen-rich air was filled with the freshness of green grass and intertwined with a strong scent of blood.

A man stood on a large rock at the foot of the mountain, looking around and scanning the distance.

His face displayed confusion and unrest.

The Earth’s ecological environment he saw this time was unprecedented.

There were not only larger and more active large animals but also extremely dense vegetation, reminiscent of the Jurassic period depicted in movies, where dinosaurs roamed the Earth.

This was the most beautiful scene any environmental enthusiast could hope for.

However, Harrison Clark’s heart had turned cold.

Three hours had passed since he had awoken.

If it were before, he would have already completed his run, acted tough, casually chatted with Lion, and if he moved fast enough, would have gotten in contact with Nora Camp and seen the new equipment.

But this time, the situation was different.

Instead of waking up during training on the field as Private Harrison Clark, he woke up, covered in mud, on a riverbank.

The moment he woke up, he began to gasp for air, feeling a suffocating pain in his chest.

There was no Daniel Thompson, no training field, no ships, no individual equipment, and even more, no Nora Camp or Black Bear Training Base.

Nothing at all.

Harrison Clark found himself in an unprecedented state of confusion.

Over those three hours, he had traveled more than two hundred square kilometers around this area.

He didn’t see a single person, only some traces of human activity.

However, these traces seemed to be years old.

The abandoned towns had been reclaimed by dense, primitive forests, covered and swallowed by broadleaf trees that reached tens or even hundreds of meters high.

Hardy plants grew out of the crumbling, half-collapsed wall, eroded by the wind.

Lying on the ground, in the center of the small town, was a building several kilometers high.

Lush vines climbed all over it, wrapping it up like a green colossal dragon – both spectacularly beautiful and terrifyingly eerie.

In the outskirts of the village, dilapidated ships were scattered haphazardly.

These ships weren’t retired through normal means; most of them had been damaged, and the severe cases were broken in two.

The surroundings of the ships often included massive explosion craters that formed lakes.

There were also fragmented giant iron rails and ground transport vehicles, each carriage as big as an aircraft carrier, lying on the ground.

The existence of these objects indicated that Harrison Clark’s transportation was still set in 31st-century Earth without any error.

However, he found this situation incredibly unfamiliar and strange.

It took Harrison Clark approximately five minutes to adjust his thoughts before he gradually accepted what appeared to be the truth.

It seemed that in this 31st-century Earth, there were probably no humans left.

But he was still unsure of the reason.

Harrison Clark couldn’t tell if they had won or lost completely.

He hoped they had won.

That humans had left the Solar System early and headed towards the infinite universe.

However, common sense reminded him that the odds were not great.

If the humans had executed a successful strategic retreat, they should not have left behind so many broken walls and ships.

Especially since among the spaceship wreckage, there were valuable metal resources that human nature dictated shouldn’t be discarded and left uncollected.