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

Chapter 223: Chapter 175: I’ll Wait for You Guys in the Flowerbedl

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The lecture over there was still going on.

In the medium-sized mansion that was used as the base for the Intuition School, Harrison Clark’s body had already left, but his spirit remained here, inspiring and motivating everyone who stayed, using their misunderstood and ridiculed ways to put in their own efforts.

In fact, when they were mocked as useless people, every member of the Intuition School wasn’t really devoid of emotional fluctuations.

But they chose this path.

With just less than a year, they did not plan to turn back.

They hoped that anyone in the field could present useful results before the decisive battle day.

Even just one.

At least this would prove that the efforts of thousands of others were not really pointless, but just unfortunately unsuccessful.

They had more than one regret.

Today, they finally invited everyone’s spiritual leader.

But the spiritual leader didn’t share his method of mastering intuition as everyone had hoped, nor did he say any encouraging words.

He was a genius, but he was more individualistic than any other person in the Intuition School.

His pace was so ethereal that even the already elusive intuition scholars couldn’t catch up.

Intuition scholars didn’t understand why Harrison would choose to shift his research direction toward history, just as others didn’t understand why they would give up serious theory and practical research to pursue the elusive intuition that was far more illusory than the sand in their hands.

They didn’t get the approval of their spiritual leader, just as they didn’t approve of Harrison’s archaeological project.

Everyone dispersed unhappily with a sense of regret.

But no one in the field wavered.

Intuition scholars didn’t blame Harrison in their hearts.

Perhaps that’s the right answer.

The true intuition may be impossible to summarize with words, and can only be understood but not expressed, a fleeting inspiration.

Just like the uncertain electrons of the 20th century and Schrodinger’s Cat before opening the box.

Time still went on, ticking away.

The Executors of the School gathered at another table next to Dr. Matilda.

They didn’t talk to each other.

Some people were reading with their heads down while others closed their eyes, deducing their projects in their minds.

Some people occasionally felt the urge to pick up draft paper or return to the lab for verification, but countless past failed attempts held them back from these pointless thoughts.

Before getting the final answer, moving a pen or paper or carrying out a practical verification would no longer be intuition, but a return to the constraints of past research, bound for another painful failure.

In this bleak yet peaceful atmosphere, Harrison returned to the meeting.

Someone saw him, a smile gradually blossoming on their face, wanting to greet him.

Harrison slightly raised his hand, pressed it down, and signaled people not to make a fuss.

He silently lowered the hat brim that he had “borrowed” from Mr. Connor, crossed his arms behind his back, and walked back into the conference.

But he didn’t go to the center, he strolled and wandered around the edge of the mansion instead.

Everyone was very serious and hardworking.

Some people with black hair had white hair sprouting at a visible speed on their foreheads.

The intensity of the people who meditated or were engrossed in discussion was apparent.

Harrison found these people a bit ridiculous.

But on a certain level, they were still quite great.

Such selfless dedication, disregarding worldly opinions and focusing solely on their pursuits, even if destined to fail, was still heroic.

From this perspective, no one, including Harrison, had the right to ridicule them.

Even Bernal Connor, who constantly cursed the Intuition School as useless, thought about how to guide these people back on the right track by deception.

“Everyone, I have something to say.”

Harrison circled the venue and returned to the seats where the Executors were sitting.

Everyone lifted their heads at first, looking puzzled and apprehensive.

After all, not long ago, Harrison wanted to take people to accompany him in researching history, so everyone was unsure.

“Dean Clark, please speak.” The Executor who had welcomed him earlier stood up.

Harrison looked around and said, “Let me tell you why I refuse to encourage you.”

“Why?”

“Your intuitive deductions will never succeed.” Harrison stated firmly, “I understand your determination, but it is meaningless.”

“Ah?”

Facing the bewildered and resentful crowd, Harrison smiled, “You all misunderstood one thing. My use of intuitive deductions is never just the wisdom of one person. Meditating like you, it’s impossible; there is no theoretical basis to support it. As researchers, you should understand.”

“But Dean Clark, you succeeded.”

“Yeah, so can you tell us what to do?”

Harrison smiled, “My gene awakening rate is 3437%, what about yours? Who among you has the highest, apart from me? How much?”

The Executor immediately looked at Matilda, “Dr. Matilda has the highest, 32.61%. We average about 32%.”

Harrison shrugged, “That’s where you’ll never catch up to me.. Until you reach my level of gene awakening, you’ll never understand the true potential of humanity! The reason I can use intuitive deductions is because my brain has tens of thousands of multiple personalities! My brain can hold that many personalities!”