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

Chapter 511: Chapter 337: First Meeting with the Future In-Laws 1

Harrison Clark checked the detailed information, deciding to remember who was causing trouble and whether to target them next time.

He quickly figured it out after a brief scan.

The most antiques dug up belonged to the Summit Research Institute, with a total of 733. They even got the box buried on the moon’s shadow side, 170 kilometers underground by Mr. Clark himself. They were absolutely insane.

“These unworthy descendants of the Summit Research Institute! They screwed me over!”

In order to dig up his boxes, a temporary discipline called Philosopher’s Treasure Studies was popular in the Summit Research Institute. It analyzed his box-burying patterns from various angles such as astronomy, geography, humanities, psychology, and historical studies while constantly improving the performance of detection equipment.

His own large-scale precision gravitational wave field scanner, which he used last time, was invented more than a hundred years ago. It was the result of a Philosopher’s Treasure Studies fanatic follower.

Seeing the technological progress driven by future generations trying to dig up his boxes, Mr. Clark felt both happy and annoyed.

Thousands of words could only be condensed into two words.

Holy shit.

There is a huge high-level collection room in the exquisite museum, where important cultural relics from the boxes are displayed.

From a distance, the small energy shields in the collection room are particularly eye-catching.

Harrison Clark knew that the seemingly thin shield actually had a high technological content, just like the ones installed on the latest special battleships.

To break through this shield, he would need to summon the Galaxy Battle Ball in siege mode and launch a full-power heavy artillery strike.

He did carry a Galaxy Battle Ball in his equipment box, but it was useless since he couldn’t bypass the Friend-or-Foe Recognition System to attack his own important cultural relics.

Walking to one of the semifinales, he looked down at the neatly arranged 1,700 strands of hair of Carrie Thomas and fell into deep thought.

In the past thousand years, a hundred strands of his and Carrie Thomas’s hair had been consumed by researchers.

Two hundred years ago, Star took a hundred strands of Carrie Thomas’s hair for himself.

Since then, the security level of the collection room had been raised to the same level as the top-secret laboratory of the Summit Research Institute, enjoying the best in cutting-edge technology. That’s why it was equipped with the S- class shield of a special battleship and 20 Galaxy Warriors were constantly on duty.

Harrison Clark didn’t even know who these people were guarding against, but he knew he was one of them.

How about… I try to let Star use his old tricks to bypass the supervision?

“Captain Clark, greetings!”

Clap!

As Harrison Clark was brainstorming, the soldiers on duty recognized him.

All twenty soldiers saluted him in unison.

Harrison Clark hurriedly returned a standard military salute, and the soldiers returned to their alert mode.

Harrison Clark glanced at his comrades’ equipment.

Weapons at the ready, the Galaxy Battle Ball Basic Armor never left their side, and the lowest rank was lieutenant.

Very professional.

To protect my hair, toothbrush, diary, old clothes, boxer shorts, and other items, the military system provided this level of security. My comrades must be really tired.

I appreciate you all.

It seems that even if Star helps, it’s not possible.

Harrison Clark despairingly gave up and quickly turned to leave.

This path wouldn’t work, he needed to find another way.

“Star, do you have any extra strands of Carrie Thomas’s hair? Can you lend me one?”

“I already used them up!”

Another dead end.

About twenty minutes passed, and Harrison Clark appeared in Boston.

This time he was facing a large settlement, Bosdon.

The total population of this huge industrial city reached 200 million.

The times had changed, and almost all industries had achieved full recycling and pollution-free practices.

The living environment of the city was excellent, with blue sky, white clouds, and clear air.

The parents and two family lines of Harrison Clark settled down here completely.

Neither of the two families was particularly noteworthy, but they enjoyed contented and strife-free lives as ordinary workers in Bosdon.

Recently, both families had something to be proud of.

Out of 40 billion people, there were only about 4 million Galaxy Warriors.

Each Galaxy Warrior was a one in ten thousand genius.

Now the two families had joined forces to produce Harrison Clark, whose awakening degree was over 36%. He also captured the heart of the female general and quickly rose from being a private to a captain. His relatives could not help but feel proud and be praised wherever they went.

Harrison Clark’s parents, once silent, had revived their ambition. They were ready to try again, utilizing all the accumulated gene carriers, for a chance to give Harrison Clark a talented sibling.

Previously, Harrison Clark had always known that he had parents in this life, but he deliberately kept a distance.

He was afraid that the close relationship with his parents would make him too invested in this life and cause more pain if he was still defeated.

If he had to come back again and these people couldn’t reappear like Nora Camp or Daniel Thompson, Harrison would not know what to do.

After all, his background had changed many times. He could be born as a synthetic person, or with both parents being Eagle Strike Warriors who died early in battle.

With numerous shifts through time, he somewhat had learned from experience.

Assuming that someone had a particularly close relationship with him, their chances of reappearing would be particularly high.Logically, parents should be the safest people, but in reality, that’s not the case.

Harrison Clark didn’t know whether this was a curse or fate.

Sometimes he “didn’t have” parents, and sometimes he did.

Moreover, the genetic situation of his parents was different each time, but when they were combined, they would subtly form a face and genetic information similar to his own.

For example, some of his own specific genetic codes might be 83156427, but his parents might have the traits of “8315” and “6427” respectively, or it could be a combination of “8364” and “1527”.

Others were pseudo-random, while the parents’ situation was truly random.

Randomness meant that he could lose everything at any time.

Harrison had a wealth of experience in avoiding grief.

He could only reduce their intersection, not get involved too deeply, and naturally, he wouldn’t be easily entangled.

So when he lost everything, at least he wouldn’t be too sad.

But this time, he couldn’t resist the temptation of familial happiness.

Perhaps his last meeting with Grandfather Moor Clark had quietly changed some of his thoughts and aroused his indulgence.

Even though he knew it might only be a year-long reunion, if he could experience a never-before-had family affection, even if it would be painful later, he could bear it, right?

Now Harrison had come to the capital of Boston, wanting to meet his “parents” and various relatives.

He stood in front of the towering building made of stacked villas, waiting quietly.

In this era, ordinary people almost all had their own villas, with the quality of life at its peak.

On average, each resident’s stacked villa could reach 300 square meters, with various automated facilities and equipment.

In Harrison’s view, even the ordinary people of the 31st century lived in a luxury beyond the imagination of many 21st-century tycoons.

Now with the world’s population exceeding 200 billion and the population base so large, and people’s preference for urban life, pursuing quality of life meant that housing construction had to go skyward.

Fortunately, building technology was advanced enough to deal with the demanding requirements of ultra-high-rise construction.

An 8,000-meter-high building was considered trivial.

Residential energy field protection shields could effectively solve the issues of oxygen content and climate in high-rise buildings.

Even a massive 20,000-meter-high building was possible if desired.

Compared to the apprehension he’d felt before meeting Moor, Harrison was calm, only curious and somewhat expectant.

About a few minutes later, people descended rapidly from the sky in single­person floating shuttle machines.

These were naturally his family members, who had received the news of his return for a visit.

According to the records, Harrison had last returned home two months ago, but it was a simple visit, having a casual meal with his three-generation blood relatives.

This time, the interval was short, but his status had changed dramatically, and people from both families came to visit.

When he saw these people, Harrison was slightly disappointed.

The fantasy was shattered.

His grandfather wasn’t Moor Clark.

His parents didn’t look like the ones in the pictures he had seen before either.

In his last life, his parents’ facial features were scattered and rearranged in different combinations, appearing separately on the faces of his father and mother.

So each person felt very unfamiliar to him.

These people didn’t impulsively throw themselves on him, and they were very restrained.

“Well done, Harrison,” they said.

“Hmm, keep up the good work.”

“You only have one year, so work hard.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to come back for a visit, just say a word online. Look at the time it took you to come back this trip.”

After a noisy reunion, many people took pictures with him before heading back to their respective homes.

The kids returned to school on their shuttles, the adults went back to factories or home offices, and some people worked on theoretical research at home.

As people left quickly, Harrison was left alone in the corridor again, feeling lonely.

Is this what the so-called family reunion is supposed to be like?

They didn’t even leave me time for a meal, just up and left!

He had come to terms with the rest of the family leaving so quickly, but he didn’t expect his previous life’s parents to be the same way.

Harrison was a bit melancholy.

Is this the affection of the 31st century?

It’s kind of unexpected, and sad.

But they might have meant well, not wanting to disrupt his resolve as a professional soldier.

Harrison didn’t feel like gauging the reasons behind it anymore, as he had to face the reality.

He was destined never to have family affection.

Oh well – it’s for the best, so there’s no need to be sad.

As he turned to leave, a crisp female voice came through his communicator, sent by his “mother.”

“It seems you have something on your mind? Sigh, but our awakening level is far below yours, and we’re not as smart as you, so I don’t know how to give you advice. I just hope that no matter what you do next, you can remember that we have always been behind you, supporting you.”

Harrison responded, “Thankyou.”