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

Chapter 368: Chapter 253: Instead of Dying Senselessly,

Burn All Your Blood 2

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Martha Owen’s face turned ashen, murmuring softly, “It’s over.”

She covered her face and sobbed in a low voice, “Please don’t go, 1 beg you all. Humanity needs you. I beg you!”

Towards the end, she was already screaming hysterically, desperately pleading.

But all of this was in vain.

No one could make the Blank Ones feel any emotional fluctuations.

If they understood sympathy, they would also understand anger, and they would quickly collapse because of their own experiences and enter an endless cycle of despair, with their rationality burned away by the injustice of fate.

In short, these Blank Ones would follow the same fate as those who failed to be rescued and quickly annihilate their self-consciousness, silently and peacefully walking towards death.

Even though Star had no emotions, she also said to Harrison Clark’s heart, “There’s no hope.”

Harrison Clark shook his head slightly, “Not necessarily, they haven’t left yet. They can’t resist the complex emotions in their hearts towards me, so they want to say goodbye to me.”

Martha Owen suddenly looked up, “What kind of emotions?”

“Even though they say they don’t hate me, they actually still do. Even though they say they don’t feel grateful, they actually are. In this world, there is indeed no one but me who can create such complex emotional changes in them. When they took the initiative to call my name, their newly born collective personality actually took a big step forward. You asked me to come, and I made the right decision.”

Martha Owen: “Huh?”

Harrison Clark smiled and rubbed Martha Owen’s head again, “Little girl, you are still young and don’t understand these complex psychological knowledge. Read more books, and when you grow older, you will naturally understand.” At this time, Harrison Clark, who had already thought of a solution, was much more relaxed and began to tease Mr. Owen subconsciously.

Withdrawing his hand, he continued, “In the logic of the Blank Ones, a new question is brewing, and they need my answer. After I answer their question, they will leave.”

As expected, the Blank Ones’ silhouettes did not vanish quickly; instead, they spoke again.

Their tone was even calmer and lonelier than before.

Harrison Clark, we are leaving.”

“I know.”

“You don’t want to keep us here, like her?”

“No, because it’s pointless.”

“Can you tell us why?”

“It’s a sacrifice.”

The Blank Ones: “Why us?”

Gradually, there was a hint of anger in their tone.

Harrison Clark tilted his head slightly, “I want to ask myself the same question

– why me?”

At that moment, he suddenly shouted to Star in his heart, “Share my memories with them.”

There’s no need to explain the complexity of memory transfer; under normal circumstances, it is impossible to accomplish.

But the miraculous thing was that all the necessary conditions had been met at this time.

First of all, collective will should not exist.

There were too many coincidences in their birth, and even though they met all the conditions, there was still a high chance of failure. It was not guaranteed to happen again.

Human memories cannot be stored as data.

But Star read Harrison’s memories and stored them in her vast database.

The opposing party was already capable of receiving data transfers, and their mechanized mental collective was large enough to hold vast memory data.

Due to the randomness and instability of memory data, a fulcrum was needed as a medium during transmission, which was none other than Harrison Clark himself standing here.

One impossible circumstance after another was shattered; now, all the conditions were ripe.

Star didn’t ask “why” and promptly carried out the order.

In the blink of an eye, the vast amount of data passed through Harrison Clark’s mind’s quantum information at high speed, thundering into the human silhouettes composed of collective personalities.

Only an instant had passed in the outside world, but for the eight million people in the collective consciousness, it was like a thousand years in an instant.

They “saw” Harrison Clark’s life up until now.

Eight million Blank Ones experienced Harrison Clark’s soaring will as he struggled m despair, carrying the fate of civilization on his shoulders alone.

A huge question emerged in the collective consciousness’ logic.

Seeing that…In the 21st century, he was just an ordinary mortal.

He wasn’t even considered a noble person.

Why could he achieve so much?

We have sacrificed one lifetime.

But he has already sacrificed six lifetimes and is about to sacrifice his seventh.

Yet he has not given up. Though he once complained, he continued to march forward in silence.

“Why?”

The tone of the Blank Ones rose, and eight million bewildered questions sounded like a grand symphony, thundering in the ears.

Harrison Clark did not respond.

“Why is it you?”

The Blank Ones asked again.

Their questions remained unanswered, and questions continued to multiply.

Harrison Clark still didn’t respond.

“Why haven’t you ever thought of giving up?”

Harrison Clark replied, “Because giving up wouldn’t change anything. I don’t

even have the qualifications to give up.”

“But you endured it. You didn’t collapse.”

“This doesn’t conform to the basic principles of psychology!” The tone of this statement changed. It was probably the conclusion of some Blank Ones who had studied psychology deeply.

This indicated that their collective will was gradually beginning to disintegrate.

The reason for the division was the cracks in the absolute logic they developed through their upbringing and the influence of the Song of the Wilderness. Their humanity was gradually awakening.

Perhaps the proportion of this awakening was so low that it couldn’t be quantified, but it objectively existed.

Once people have humanity, their emotions fluctuate, viewpoints diverge, and they no longer coordinate perfectly, hence the division.

Harrison Clark smiled, “So maybe I’m an anomaly chosen by fate. Now, in this timeline, you too are the unlucky ones chosen. Will you join me?”

Silence lasted for a long while.

About ten minutes later, the eight million voices, both divided and unified, unanimously said:

“Humanity owes us, but we don’t blame them. Humans haven’t done anything wrong; they’ve tried their best, but they didn’t succeed. You owe us too, but you haven’t done anything wrong either. You’re not the chief culprit, nor is radium. The true culprit is the shackles of fate overshadowing humanity, the Solar System Barrier! The invaders that are about to arrive! They truly owe us!” The Freedom Front has never given up on us, and you have never given up on humanity. We have no regrets in this life. Thank you for giving our existence meaning. We don’t fight for revenge or to defeat the enemy; that’s your business. We just want to prove, through you, that we truly once existed.”

“We… will stay. Thank you, Harrison Clark.”

Having said that, the light and shadows in Harrison Clark’s mind suddenly dispersed.

Harrison Clark raised his head slightly.

The closed metal hall was still gloomy, but deep within his eyes, it seemed as if there were countless faint stars fluttering in the air, like tired birds returning to their nests.

Martha Owen, who was watching the monitor next to him, exclaimed excitedly, “It’s moving! It’s starting! The various mathematical proofs devised by Star before are now underway! Let me see the estimated completion time Oh…”

Harrison Clark approached, “What’s wrong?”

Martha Owen turned around with a wooden expression, glanced at the eight million eternally silent “glass coffins,” and muttered, “They are overloading their brain computation power. They’ve increased our total computing power by 1.8 times. The project can be completed in six months. They’ve bought us a month’s time to build equipment.”

Harrison Clark: “What is the price?”

At most, in six months and a few days, their brains will wither like autumn leaves.”

Harrison Clark hesitated for a moment, turned to look at the metal room again, raised his hand and waved, “Thank you.”

Then he gently pulled Martha Owen, “Let’s go, do not disturb them.”

As the two were about to enter the elevator, Star said in Harrison Clark’s mind,

Just now, they asked me to pass a message to you.”

“Speak.”

Star: “They said you don’t need to feel sad for them. On the contrary, they are excited right now. One of them even said that it’s better to burn in the fire than to die in vain.”

About ten minutes later, Harrison Clark returned to the villa alone.

Martha Owen went to Summit Tech City.

Besides advancing her project, Martha Owen was also assigned a new task..