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

Chapter 237: Chapter 183: My War_l

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After two months of intense training, there were no significant changes to Harrison Clark’s physique, but he was well aware of the changes within himself.

His genetic awakening had reached 34.81%, and there was only a difference of

0.19 to reach the theoretical threshold of 35%-

At this moment, Harrison Clark was wearing the customized Morrowind System that had undergone more than ten modifications, making it vastly different from the ordinary models. He stood in the Human-shaped Armor outside The Giant Wave, the flagship that was seven or eight kilometers away.

About three or four hundred meters behind him floated Needham Brown, who had fully recovered and made slight progress.

Behind Needham Brown were the thirty thousand Morrowind Warriors of the Giant Wave Vertical Team, stationed on various battleships.

Just moments ago, Harrison Clark had completed another demonstration training exercise for all the soldiers to observe together.

Harrison’s reaction speed, on-the-spot strategic ability, and physical endurance had long surpassed that of ordinary soldiers.

Under his control, the Morrowind System’s astonishing battle form switching speed, even more rapid firepower deployment speed, more precise continuous targeting shooting skills, and his breathtaking, ancient master swordsman-like, elusive yet dangerous Human-shaped Armor combat skills…

Each of his skills was worthy of admiration.

Others might only see the prowess in every move he made.

But Needham Brown, who played the role of sparring partner in the prototype machine, had a different perspective.

He was clearly much stronger than two months ago, but when he sparred with Harrison Clark, he felt even more confused and hopeless.

Back then, he still dared to covet Harrison’s tail lights.

But now, he only felt inscrutable, and it seemed that when facing Harrison, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree or a grasshopper attacking a tiger.

In the last confrontation, Needham Brown was still able to know clearly that he hadn’t forced Harrison’s limit.

But now, Harrison always seemed so carefree and natural.

The limits he demonstrated were as if they’re within reach yet always unattainable.

Although they were all humans with two eyes, one nose, and one mouth, it seemed that Harrison was on the verge of becoming a different life form.

Needham Brown envied Harrison.

Actually, Harrison envied Needham Brown too.

This guy was certainly a beast.

What kind of ghostly Resurrection Factor! It was even more powerful than carrying an Atom Therapy Device with him, healing while fighting.

That amazing recovery speed and life-sustaining ability forced him not to slack off and catch his breath during these two months.

You must be a humanoid soft-bodied creature, definitely like me, almost reproductively isolated from ordinary humans.

Harrison sent Needham a well-meaning curse.

Just then, Nora Camp’s voice sounded in his communicator, “Harrison Clark, come back quickly.”

Upon hearing this voice, Harrison couldn’t help but shudder involuntarily.

He had realized why he had such a large room.

That wasn’t the residence of a safety officer; it was originally Nora Camp’s resting cabin as the commander, so it was equipped with such luxury. Inside the bedroom was even a three-meter-long, alloy-made bed!

During these two months, in addition to commanding exercises, presiding over fleet training and daily military duties, and participating in the commanders’ simulated battles, the general had spent her free time working overtime with him.

She had transformed herself into a vacuum cleaner, so fierce that it was incredible.

Moreover, Harrison often ended up exhausted from genetic awakening training. He barely managed to return to his room after work, only to work overtime again, torn between happiness and bitterness, constantly in a state of extreme stress, and even secretly pushing his awakening degree up a few tenths of a percent, so sneaky and thrilling.

Feeling slightly uneasy, Harrison returned to the flagship and went straight to the residential cabin, where he saw Nora Camp in full dress, wearing the highest specification military uniform decorated with medals, only worn on formal occasions.

Looking at the general’s tall, slender figure, Harrison turned his face away.

It seemed that the general was planning some a wild show tonight.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, it was quite thrilling.

He stepped forward, “Come on.”

To his surprise, Nora Camp pushed him away, “Stop it, it’s not possible.

“Oh?”

“Let me tell you some good news. It worked.”

Nora Camp lightly tapped her flat belly, her eyes curving like crescents. There was an unmistakable, full of anticipation for the future in her eyes.

Harrison was stunned.

He got it right away.

He thought that he had experienced enough and had become cold-blooded enough to face the imminent end.

It turned out that it was all an illusion.

His peaceful and transcendent state of mind had persisted until today, with only two days left until the end.

However, he didn’t expect that when facing Nora Camp’s smile, he would still feel a bit sad.

He forced a smile, “Congratulations.”

Nora Camp shook her head, “Don’t congratulate me, it’s a joint celebration. It’s a girl! I’m sure she will grow up to be an extraordinary leader!”

Harrison rubbed his nose.

It was the same familiar line again.

But each time he listened, there was a slightly different feeling.

As if not satisfied, Nora Camp called out her personal assistant and projected an image in the room.

It was a round ball like the sun.

Below the hard shell, there were 64 embryonic stem cells that had aggregated together after splitting.

The division continued, full of vitality, flaunting the wild life force, just like the stubborn weeds growing wildly.

Looking at the image, Harrison was lost in thought for a moment before regaining his senses, “If it’s not possible, then why are you dressed like this? I thought you were going to…”

“What nonsense! Tomorrow is the General Mobilization Meeting, and today all the senior commanders of our major legions will attend their respective regional commander meetings to discuss preliminary combat strategies. This is also a very formal occasion, so I changed into this outfit..”