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

Chapter 489: Chapter 321: A Simple Strength Training 1

There were still ninety minutes until the morning training session. After breakfast, Harrison Clark didn’t slack off and started his standardized personal fitness training early in the dormitory gym.

Didn’t sleep last night?

Lack of sleep?

Nonexistent, occasionally noble galactic humans can go a day without sleep and not die.

As long as you1 re willing to push through, you can pierce the heavens.

Harrison hummed a song and stepped on the power training machine.

The training auxiliary intelligence automatically logged in to the synchronized army system.

In this system, Harrison could access the training status of other comrades who were training at the same time, and improve his own training skills based on the data monitored online.

Artificial intelligence and advanced officers also patrolled the system; if they found anyone training improperly, not achieving the desired effects, or potentially causing injuries, they would provide guidance immediately.

Assistant Lucia: “Sergeant Harrison Clark, there are 76 million people online in the power training machine synchronization system. Do you want to share your training parameters to facilitate other soldiers’ learning?”

Lucia knew the business well; she had probably already read his Galaxy Equipment evaluation score of 98 and knew that his precision control capability was formidable. So she didn’t mention other advanced officers guiding him in training. Instead, she only talked about others learning from him.

Harrison decided to show off. “Share it. Also, play a song for me.”

“What song?”

“Morning Wind.”

Obviously, the role “Morning Wind” played in history this time was more important, more intuitive, and even had some restraining effect on the side effects of the Ultimate Gene Awakening Surgery.

Of course, Harrison knew the level of “Morning Wind.”

But before that, “Morning Wind” only existed as a background music to counter “Song of the Wilderness.” Ignoring that aspect, the influence of “Morning Wind” on the humanistic side was not even comparable to “The Fire,” “Self-Combustion,” or “Sharp edges fully exposed.”

This time, it is directly turned into a medical treatment with an unreasonably strong effect.

Harrison was also curious about what changes had taken place.

Five minutes later, he was dumbfounded.

No way!

Carrie Thomas…

You must be a demon!

Before that, he had always thought that the past version of “Morning Wind” had reached its limit.

To correspond with the characteristics of “Song of the Wilderness,” the melody of “Morning Wind” must be absolutely accurate, and there could be no room for change.

But today, he realized his superficial ignorance.

Harrison scratched his head, inflated by others calling him a master a few times.

Now, Carrie Thomas has re-taught him the meaning of these three words.

Layman.

Mortals shouldn’t rashly aspire to the realm of gods.

This time, “Morning Wind” has the same basic rhythm, but it sounds completely different from the past.

Back in 2500 years ago, “Morning Wind” was not considered Carrie Thomas’s representative work, and most of the time, it was not understood by the world.

Harrison even took a lot of blame for it. Later generations accused him of digging a big pit for Carrie Thomas, wasting decades of her life to create such a thing?

The song lasts for ninety minutes, and its sound is not exactly beautiful or pleasing.

Those proficient in music can understand the towering musical creation concept and the rich and wonderful sounds and mysterious rhymes contained in “Morning Wind.”

Its aesthetic value is too highbrow.

Those who don’t understand music can’t appreciate the beauty of its rhythm. Most of the time, they will think:

“That’s it?”

“The single that Carrie Thomas spent most of her life creating, it’s just this?”

This time, the situation has changed.

In the first 500 years, although “Morning Wind” did not stand out, as a piece of pure music, it can be listed as one of the six classic works of Carrie Thomas along with “The Fire,” “Self-Combustion,” “Sharp edges fully exposed,” “Dreamwalking in Virgo,” and “A Thousand Years of Praise.”

The reason why Idrisi Bach was able to crack “Morning Wind” more than a hundred years in advance also had to do with its higher popularity than in the past.

At first, Harrison was puzzled by this. Now he understood it.

The same chords were combined differently, and then paired with some finishing touches of pre-sound or post-sound, the listening experience of the entire song changed abruptly, as if turned into gold.

Maintaining its original effect, Carrie Thomas considered the taste of the general public more perfectly. The musical realm did not decline, and ordinary people could get into it.

Even with Harrison’s current critical and discerning appreciation ability, he could only burst out a curse.

“It’s f***inggood!”

If he were a technical person who needed to use his brain, he would be willing to cycle “Morning Wind” as mood-adjusting music while working.

The change was not only reflected in being pleasant to listen to. The new version of “Morning Wind” had a stronger ability to mobilize emotions and activate the thinking activity of the human brain than before.

No wonder “Morning Wind” could play a more important role in history this time; now Harrison understood its greatness.

As he marveled at Carrie Thomas’s prowess, while relying on muscle memory to complete his training moves, millions of soldiers were staring blankly at the name that was also high in the standard deviation rankings.

People had question marks all over their heads, not knowing why.

Tears welled up in their eyes.

Moved!

Name: Harrison Clark

Rank:Sergeant

Arms: Galaxy Warrior

Service Formation: Black Bear Training Base

Galaxy Equipment proficiency evaluation score: 98 (first use)

Average standard deviation of strength training exercises: 0

Training Effect Evaluation: 100N0 one would believe it if they did not see it with their own eyes: someone could achieve a standard deviation of 0 during training and a training evaluation score of too.

It’s impossible in theory!

So far, even the most perfectly trained Barnes Gilbert could only reach 99.999.

What does 100 mean?

Is the machine malfunctioning?

Do every single one of his training actions reach the theoretical limit of human body enhancement, where it can’t get any better?

Is that possible?

But the data is right there.

What kind of monster body does this guy have?!

What kind of monstrous control?!

Wait a minute, his first-time proficiency evaluation on the Galaxy Equipment was 98, what does that mean?

No one knows who first shouted in the shared experience system.

“What are you standing around for? Learn quickly!”

Tens of millions of people quickly snap back to reality, no longer spacing out, but staring intensely at the screen with widened eyes.

The screen not only captures Harrison Clark’s dynamic movements, but also simulates his entire endocrine system and muscle fiber functions in a three- dimensional projection. There are also numerous analysis parameters provided for technical guidance.

Tens of millions of people watch in awe, benefiting greatly from this.

Later on, not just these ordinary soldiers, even top-tier soldiers like Barnes Gilbert and Levi Martin also come to see the commotion and tactics.

At 7:20 AM, Needham Brown, who had just finished his closed training, finally arrived.

He prepared to check the situation.

With a snap, the name disappeared.

This indicated Harrison Clark had finished his training and left.

Needham Brown: Damn.

Needham Brown decided to open the training video.

“Access request denied, your authorization is insufficient. This material is protected by Intelligent Brain Star. The training video is deemed unsuitable for soldiers who have not yet met the comprehensive ability standards. Your comprehensive ability has not reached the standard.”

Needham Brown: ???

Harrison Clark doesn’t know the situation in the outside world, and he doesn’t care.

Before getting offline, he looked suspiciously at his elbow.

There was a two-inch long wound on elbow, with dried blood.

He was so focused during training that he didn’t even notice getting injured at some point.

Harrison Clark shrugged.

Oh well, it’s just a small injury, not even worth using a treatment device on.

While taking a quick shower, Harrison Clark received another message, an electronic voice message from the shared experience system’s finance assistant.

“Dear Sergeant Clark, your training duration this time was 80 minutes, with a total of 44 million… people watching online and a total viewing duration of… Of those, 1233 million… people activated the advanced analysis mode. Your shared training live stream’s income is 136,700 Rhine Currency.”

Harrison Clark widened his eyes.

There’s money to be earned with that thing?!

And it’s a huge profit too!

Is it really that incredible?

Back when he was a private, his monthly supplementary income was 300 Rhine Currency. Now, he has unexpectedly gained so much money, and he doesn’t know what to do with it.

He was pretty happy about it.

Wait, doesn’t that mean I’ll be earning money every time I train for the next year?

Will I become a wealthy man in the 31st century?

On second thought…

There’s nothing to be excited about, having money only matters if you’re alive to spend it.

At 7:30 AM, Harrison Clark appeared on the training field on time.

The atmosphere in the new recruit class was a bit chaotic.

Because Lion didn’t show up.

Everyone was confused.

The instructor usually arrived at the training field at least 15 minutes in advance, answering questions from any new recruits who had issues during their personal training the day before.

Where did he go today? It wasn’t mentioned in the training schedule.

Harrison Clark silently looked back at the blue sky and white clouds, which should be the direction of Jupiter.

A moment of silence.

Chances are, Lion is still somewhere mining.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao appears.

Harrison Clark’s communication system dinged.

Opening it, there was an image of Daniel Thompson.

At the moment, Daniel was wearing an engineering soldier’s multi-purpose armor, his face under the mask covered with sweat.

He panted and said,

“Clark… Harrison Clark, I… I’m inspecting the Jupiter’s hydrogen isotopes collection station. There’s a problem with the equipment at one of the collection stations here. I’m leading people in an emergency repair. I won’t be back this morning. Can you lead the training for me? Damn! It’s leaking again! Up up up! Block it! Block it for me!”

Harrison Clark silently mourned for three seconds, “Hang in there, Lion.” “Pssh! It’s just part of the job. What’s there to hang in there about? Let me tell you, it’s a good thing an experienced tech like myself came to inspect.

Otherwise, give it a few more days, and this collection station would explode. It would lead to a chain explosion, at least a 5% decrease in the Solar System’s hydrogen isotope production within half a month. Once I’m done with this, they should give me a big credit. I’ll treat you all to a pure natural feast at that time!”

Due to the mass extinction, Earth’s biodiversity was severely impacted, and even after hundreds of years, it hasn’t fully recovered.

A feast of natural animal ingredients is indeed a luxury, a high-end enjoyment artificial creation devices cannot replicate.