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

Chapter 331: Chapter 230: Information Shock and Brief

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Bernal Connor wanted to stop him, but Nora Camp held him back.

“Let him rest for a while, he lost a lot of friends today.”

Bernal clenched his teeth, “But he doesn’t look sad!” “Maybe he’s just seen too much. Don’t you think his eyes look weary?” Bernal pointed at his own eyes, “As weary as a 17o-year-old man’s?” Nora hesitated for a moment, “Maybe… about the same.

“Damn it, he must know something we don’t. The Titan Institute is humanity’s strongest scientific force, he should not only seek our help but actively help us!”

“Maybe he has his own plans. I trust him implicitly, blindly.”

Nora said with a smile.

Mr. Connor stormed away in anger.

He was helpless against this couple.

The United Fleet returned to Mars Base, and as they flew over Mars, they could

see devastation everywhere on the surface.

There were downed mobile building ships everywhere.

Thick smoke from burning structures filled the air.

Dead bodies were scattered all over.

After the human cleansing effort, the skies of Mars, which had once again filled with smoke from various toxic substances, were now more polluted than ever.

Some bases had been completely destroyed.

The energy field protecting some bases were dim, signifying a massive loss of energy.

Humanity had not suffered such a painful loss in many years.

Initial estimates had been calculated.

in this brief outbreak of the full-scale war, which had then ended as abruptly as it started, humanity had lost nearly half of its frontline bases, more than a million second, third, fourth, and fifth-tier bases, millions of industrial zones, and eleven research institutes.

And, nearly 500 million lives.

_war_again2 Also, the supposedly hidden trump card of humanity – the entire technology vault of the Titan Institute – had been unexpectedly copied clean by radium._war_again2

The war had once again left a bloody wound on humanity’s already scarred body.

Fortunately, radium had withdrawn its forces, and the Freedom Front enjoyed a brief period of respite during which it could recuperate and rebuild.

Nora Camp took part in several high-level military meetings of the Freedom Front.

The atmosphere in the meetings was somber, and no one held any unrealistic hopes for the counterattack that was supposed to take place in two months. The main topics of discussion were focused on rapid reconstruction and recovery, with no one even considering planning a counterattack. Compared to the terrifying evolution and production capabilities of radium, as well as its even more frightening ability to mobilize and control warfare, the Freedom Front seemed too insignificant and humble. Like a fly that could be swatted into a meat paste at any time, they didn’t even have the strength to struggle.

But things wouldn’t end like this.

Although no one knew what radium was planning, everyone knew that when it launched its next attack, it would be the real end.

Humanity had already been placed on the chopping block.

The executioner’s blade hung in mid-air.

The hemp rope holding the blade was not in human hands, but in radium’s. Harrison Clark locked himself in his room for three days straight, completely uninterested in anything other than playing chess with Nora Camp twice a ay and warming up before each game. He seemed listless and absent-minded. Nora Camp even jokingly said to him, “You look a lot like radium right now, with most of your mental energy focused elsewhere.

Harrison Clark didn’t deny it. “Yes, I’m thinking.

“Did you come up with anything?”

“Not yet.”

“How much longer do you think it’ll be?”

“I don’t know, I’ll do my best.”

Other high-ranking members of the Freedom Front had reservations about Harrison Clark’s behavior. Many thought he should step up and say something, but he did nothing.

He hid away like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

While others outside were both nervous and fearful, they still gritted their teeth to complete their respective tasks under the immense pressure of annihilation. In contrast, Harrison Clark’s time seemed to have frozen.

Everyone was moving forward, trying to catch up with radium’s pace, but Harrison Clark had suddenly built a self- imposed barrier around himself, disappearing from all matters. Even his “Tiger Style Course” was no longer updated.

The fourth day, Harrison Clark finally emerged from his room.

His complexion was neither glowing nor gloomy, but rather oddly indifferent. Nora Camp, who had just come to ask if he wanted to attend the high-level meeting, asked with a smile, “Did you figure it out?” “No, but I need to do something. We’ll see how it goes, one step at a time.” “Okay, do you want to attend this meeting? The main topics are the security of the Titan Institute and whether we should increase the production ratio of the Elite Eagle Strike Armor or equip our battleships with the recently cracked large pseudo-curvature engine, turning them into pseudo-curvature battleships.” Harrison Clark was taken aback, “Radium hasn’t attacked the Titan Institute, yet? Hasn’t it already found the location and taken all the results? By radium s logic, it should have quickly wiped out or seized the human faction’s scientific engine.”

“Yes, but it hasn’t, for unknown reasons. So we need to discuss whether to strengthen defense or change the hiding method of the Titan Institute, as radium cannot always afford to use a decade’s worth of biological battery reserves to scan the Solar System.

Harrison Clark nodded and asked, “What about the Elite Eagle Strike Armor? Why produce so many? Ordinary soldiers can’t use it, right?” “Dr Scott found some inspiration from you and Needham Brown and developed a kind of high-risk drug called Meteor that can temporarily enhance the abilities of ordinary soldiers to an elite level.

“Harrison Clark, first surprised, then turned away, “How long can one live after using this drug?”

“Two hours, much longer than the real life of a meteor.”

“Is it useful for elite soldiers?”

“It has some effect, but the efficacy decreases significantly. It has no effect on your cells.”

“Sigh. Alright, let’s go to the meeting room.”

The two walked side by side, and as they approached the meeting room, Nora Camp noticed Harrison Clark occasionally glancing at her abdomen.

She patted his shoulder, “Stop looking; it’s my inability. The disparity in our awakening degree is too great, and it seems that I’m not fortunate enough to share your genes.” Harrison Clark wanted to comfort her, but she immediately smiled and shook her head nonchalantly, “But I’m already a lucky one. The Institute of Life Sciences had tested my egg cells and conducted numerous genetic tests. Among all the women in the world, I have the highest probability of producing offspring with you – one in ten thousand. For others, the chances of successful pairings are virtually nil.”

“I see.”

Nora Camp: “So do I matter too?”

“Of course.”

“Next time, you have to work harder.’

“Definitely!”

While the two talked and walked into the meeting room, they heard the virtual images inside the room arguing loudly.