I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 216: Chapter 170: Fake Scientists, Real

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“Well, Colonel Brown, why don’t you go back first? Harrison Clark has just started using the Individual Soldier System, how can he compare to you? Your reputation precedes you, we all understand your eagerness to engage in battle, but this is really too early.”

Facing the universally recognized strongest soldier in the army, Daniel Thompson feels quite pressured.

He spent considerable effort to stabilize his emotions, and finally, as an instructor, his sense of mission prevailed over his awe.

He approached and said this.

Needham Brown glanced at Daniel Thompson, his face expressionless, and his eyes reveal no emotion, “Letting someone like you be his instructor is like casting pearls before swine. No wonder he’s unwilling to cooperate with your training.”

Daniel Thompson stared, “You…”

Lion is angry, but he has no comeback.

However you look at it, Needham Brown’s words are painfully true.

Harrison Clark indeed refuses to cooperate with him.

Daniel Thompson initially thought that Harrison Clark was just lazy, never considering this aspect.

Now that Needham Brown has pointed it out, he realizes that maybe Harrison Clark looks down on him, so he doesn’t want to train properly?

Daniel Thompson gets gradually depressed, but he doesn’t want to admit it.

Needham Brown continues to press the attack, “You said that I’m eager for battle, but you’re wrong. I can’t bear to see a genius like him fall into the hands of a useless instructor like you.”

“Don’t go too far. I have an Expert Instructor certificate issued by the military department!”

“But you’re an ordinary person. Ordinary people can’t teach geniuses. Besides, let me tell you something. Although I’ve never had a student before, I have a Grandmaster Instructor Certificate. I’ll report to Nora Camp, the person in charge of the Black Bear Training Base, right now that I’ll be Harrison Clark’s one-to-one direct instructor, and you can retreat without ever achieving anything.”

Before Daniel Thompson could respond, Needham Brown summoned his Human-shaped Armor, leaped into the air, and headed straight for the office area.

This is his true nature.

Arrogant, condescending, and extremely indifferent to most people.

However, you can’t say he has bad intentions, as his ultimate goal aligns with that of Daniel Thompson, which is to train Harrison Clark into a top-tier warrior, even if Harrison surpasses him in the end.

Before Harrison Clark appeared, no one knew how much pressure Needham Brown had put on himself.

As the undisputed number one Human-shaped Armor soldier in the human race, he carries a heavy burden and has never allowed himself a moment of relaxation.

He won’t allow anyone to surpass him, persisting in the painful and tedious high-intensity training day after day, year after year without any slackening.

What Needham Brown cares about is not his title as the strongest individual soldier among humans; he’s just continually reminding himself that having someone stand at the forefront of humanity to lead the way and set a target for others to chase has tremendous significance for the overall strength of the human race.

In the past, Needham Brown felt a responsibility to bear that burden.

He firmly believed that his exceptional talent represented human hope.

However, he was never satisfied with himself, often falling into inexplicable self-blame and shame.

He frequently criticized himself internally.

“I’m not doing well enough; I haven’t managed to create a significant gap between myself and others. If I were to serve as a role model, humans still wouldn’t be strong enough. I alone cannot save humanity.”

He dreams of someone who could defeat or even kill him.

He’s willing to die in the hands of his successor.

Because if someone can kill him, it shows that person could take human individual soldier combat to another level.

That’s why he’s like a martial arts maniac, charging forward to challenge geniuses with everything he has, trying to push them to their limits.

This earned him infamy, but nobody knew his hidden intentions.

This time, joining the Black Bear Training Base and becoming Harrison Clark’s instructor, he feels it’s a certainty.

Needham Brown doesn’t think that Major General Nora Camp can resist the allure of the strongest human individual soldier, volunteering to be an instructor in her base.

However, ten minutes later, he leaves the office area with a bewildered look on his face.

He can’t stop thinking about Nora Camp’s cold and indifferent rejection.

“Colonel Brown, I appreciate your kindness, but please leave.”

Eminently decisive, terribly aloof, extremely ruthless, and utterly incomprehensible.

Needham Brown almost thought he had misheard.

He wanted to argue a little more, explaining the benefits of him teaching Harrison Clark.

But Nora Camp showed no patience either, quickly finishing her work before snapping shut the holographic projection, “Please leave, I’m off work.”

Just like Needham Brown showing off in front of Daniel Thompson and then leaving, Nora Camp also leaves swiftly, exiting the office and jumping onto her flying vehicle to head for the villa area.

Only Needham Brown is left disheveled in her office, wondering where he went wrong.

How could the universally recognized number one title not work this time?

Meanwhile, at Nora Camp’s villa, the equally puzzled General asks Harrison Clark, “He’s offering to help you with free instruction, I think it’s a good idea, why don’t you want it?”

Harrison Clark sneered, “I heard from Daniel Thompson that once he starts fighting, he tends to go all out, and I don’t need that right now.”

Nora Camp frowns and nods, “There have been many rumors about this in the military, but you don’t need to worry too much. After all, his strength is overwhelming, and even if he goes all out, he can control it well. At most, he’ll only cause you serious injury, which you can recover from, just slightly delayed. But the experience and help a great battle could bring should make up for the lost time. Moreover, you can still study and learn while you’re recovering, right?”

Harrison Clark shook his head with a smile, “No, I’m not worried about getting hurt. I’m afraid of accidentally blowing him up.”

“He’s not someone who can’t handle losing.”

“No, please pay attention to my words. Blow him up. Blow! Anyway, don’t worry about it, just help me block him for now; it’s not time for us to fight yet.”

“Alright then.” Nora Camp nodded, then lowered her head to look at her abdomen, “Why is there still no movement after so many days? The Personal Medical Assistant’s self-check indeed shows that it’s empty. Let’s try harder tonight.”

The familiar ‘try harder’!

Harrison Clark rolls his eyes, “Thanks, but tonight is a safe day!”

“Is that so? Then, let’s control the intensity a bit.” Nora Camp smiled sweetly.

The next morning.

On the training field.

Daniel Thompson and Harrison Clark, along with a group of new recruits, stand in the Morrowind System’s exclusive training field.

To ensure that they don’t interfere with each other’s training, a compound energy shield made of force fields and Neutrino Fields is raised around the exclusive training field.

Standing outside the energy shield is a very aggrieved Needham Brown.Feeling extremely uncomfortable and helpless.

Daniel Thompson had a smug look on his face as he glanced at Needham Brown, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Harrison Clark had thrown Needham’s face off earlier.

It turned out that Needham was just talking nonsense.

The real reason Harrison refused to train with him had nothing to do with not being able to see the other guys.

Harrison was unbiased in dealing with matters, and Needham was just simply lazy!

“Colonel Brown, it’s time for my regular teaching and training. Please don’t disturb us,” Daniel said from behind the energy shield.

He was not joking.

Not disturbing other instructors in their regular training was military discipline.

Needham wore a poker face, “I won’t disturb, I’ll just watch.”

He said so, but when Harrison began to instruct Marthus on how to use the Individual Soldier System for the first time with Daniel, Needham couldn’t help himself.

“Harrison, why are you wasting time with him? Let me teach you, and I guarantee you’ll be in the top ten in the whole army within a month and surpass me in three months!”

Harrison looked away, silently upset, not knowing what to say.

How can I tell you?

I probably already surpassed you, huh?

“Just ignore him, let’s do our thing,” Daniel pulled Harrison over.

Harrison nodded and started demonstrating the operating procedures to Marthus, following Daniel’s instructions.

It broke Needham’s heart to watch.

Such a genius wasted valuable time to improve himself by acting as a teacher to a newbie – it was a cry against the heavens.

But as things stood, there was no changing the situation. Needham forcibly calmed down and observed from the sidelines.

After a short while, Needham secretly sighed in amazement after seeing only a few demonstration actions.

Indeed, the genius he’d considered his peer even exuded a silky, smooth operating sense when executing basic moves.

Meanwhile, Needham also checked the changes in Harrison’s ranking on the data network, feeling astonished.

This man’s progress was truly astonishing.

Still at 50% of his capacity, but his rank kept climbing, reaching the top 400.

Today, Needham wouldn’t be the only one to get hurt.

Before the official start of the training, Marthus eagerly anticipated his performance.

Although he didn’t dare to compare himself to Harrison, who started in the top 1000, Marthus thought he should at least rank within the top 50,000.

At noon, Marthus squatted in a corner and drew circles by himself, feeling disappointed and upset.

He had tried his best.

But facing a ranking outside of a million, he had a hard time accepting it.

Daniel, however, was moved.

It really was about who you were surrounded by. Harrison’s role as a benchmark was obvious; it was quite remarkable that Marthus managed to reach close to a millionth place with his first time using the Individual Soldier System.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll go first. I have some self-study cultural lessons this afternoon,” Harrison said, preparing to leave.

This morning, Harrison had only come to help Marthus out of consideration for him.

As soon as Harrison walked out of the energy shield, Needham, who had been pretending to watch quietly nearby, suddenly emerged and called out his Individual Soldier System in an instant, rushing toward him.

“Harrison! Give it your all!”

Harrison was startled, shouting back, “Alright!”

Immediately after, he went all out to pull the card from his waist and threw it far away.

Needham’s Ground Assault Vehicle almost hit Harrison’s face.

The distance between the assault drill and Harrison’s nose was less than two centimeters at the closest, but he remained motionless.

Needham deactivated the equipment and roared in anger, “Put on your equipment!”

“No, I won’t fight. Goodbye,” Harrison continued to stroll away with his hands on his back, a demeanor that seemed like a martial arts expert brushing off affairs and not leaving any glory behind.

Needham angrily pounded the ground, “You wait! I won’t leave if you don’t fight with me!”

Harrison looked back at him, squinting.

He pondered in his heart, perhaps observe for a few more days.

If this guy truly stuck to him like a dog’s fur plaster and never let go, well, if he doesn’t leave, we will.

We’ll go hide for a while, that should be fine.

After all, the general was in a safe period recently.

Four days later, Harrison indeed ran away.

Before leaving, he said to Nora Camp, “I’ll go hide from that lunatic at the Science Institute first. While I’m there, just get into some random project team as a cover.”

“What project team? Have you thought about the topic?”

Harrison thought for a moment, “Analysis of 21st Century Technological Development.”

Nora glared at him, “Why study such outdated, ancient stuff? Isn’t this a waste of time?”

Harrison was speechless.

Nora continued to mock him, “You must be a fake scientist, a real archaeologist..”