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

Chapter 541: Chapter 355: My Game, Your War_1

In the previous timeline, the Sage had pushed Nora Camp to the highest commanding position.

She was the highest-ranking human commander with the greatest responsibility.

Although they ultimately lost, her performance was impressive, and she didn’t disgrace her heavy responsibilities.

She was also the closest person to the Sage.

This time, it was only reasonable for her to make the decisions.

At first, Nora Camp appeared slightly nervous.

Her rank among the commanders was not high.

Had it not been for her special relationship with Harrison Clark, she wouldn’t even have qualified to attend today’s meeting.

So she didn’t prepare any topics and didn’t plan to speak.

After joining the meeting, she spent most of the time watching her own “dusty memories.”

Caught off guard by the sudden attention of all the attendees, she was a bit unprepared.

Nora Camp didn’t speak immediately, but the others didn’t rush her.

If she were an ordinary person, she might have felt inhibited by her “nepotism” and would not dare speak out of turn.

But Nora Camp was Nora Camp after all, and she quickly sorted out her thoughts and made a decision.

If he had allowed me to take charge in the previous timeline and achieved decent results, it means I have the ability, or at least the potential.

So, I won’t let him down this time either.

Nora Camp slowly stood up.

There was silence in the conference room.

She said deliberately, “This is the eighth time. We have lost seven times.”

Nora Camp paused again, “Compared to the past, we now have new types of curved battleships, better ship cannons, stronger shields, better personal combat equipment – Galaxy Equipment, and more powerful Stellar Giant Cannons. He has created unprecedented favorable conditions for this battle.”

“The gap between us and the invaders has been constantly closing, from once being unreachable to now being closer than ever. This is our best opportunity to achieve a phased victory. Of course, we may also be defeated. I don’t know how many more times it will take to achieve final victory.”

“But as it is written in the final summary of Unyielding Spirit about him, as long as he doesn’t fall, mankind will eventually prevail. We won’t remember our past failures, so we have nothing to fear. Under his leadership, we will fight forever.”

After speaking, Nora Camp looked around the room.

Her intentions have been expressed clearly enough.

“I believe that since Harrison Clark is the Sage and has such capabilities, the war between us and the Compound-Eyed civilization essentially belongs to him. We should, of course, unconditionally support all his decisions! Does anyone object?”

For a long time, there was no sound in the conference room.

“I agree!”

A moment later, Neville Brown was the first to slowly raise his hand, “I wasn’t in the previous timeline. I don’t know if I will be in the future, but it doesn’t matter. Even if we lose this time, I hope that my participation this time will leave him with the most beautiful memories.”

Mr. Green also stood up, “My friends, this is the eighth time. Since he didn’t fall the first time, he won’t fall in the eighth, ninth, or tenth … as long as he doesn’t give up, we will eventually win. I don’t care if it’s this time, but I only care about not letting myself down or disappointing my next self.”

Bernal Connor and Martha Owen didn’t have any reasons to object, of course.

Gerard Schroeder seemed slightly hesitant but ultimately didn’t sing a different tune.

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From then on, the attendees decided at the meeting which included the highest leaders of the four major systems.

Fully recognized Harrison Clark’s identity.

Put a seal of approval on Harrison Clark and provide a clear explanation for the unhideable video.

Telling the world that Harrison Clark is back.

With the war imminent, Harrison Clark, the Sage who had been planning from a thousand years ago, carried out his last plan.

The plan was called “Advent.”

He had personally arrived to participate in this battle for human freedom, the extent of disparity between enemy and friendly forces being unknown.

What would happen next, and what strategies Harrison Clark would adopt, were no longer within the consideration of the leaders of the four major systems.

They would only make recommendations, and whether Harrison Clark accepted or implemented them was up to him.

They hoped it would be this way.

Harrison Clark was invited to the virtual meeting room and met these leaders.

The virtual meeting room was not very large, just a 12-meter-long, 8-meter-wide small reception room with a full audience.

Every decision made in this small reception room would affect the lives of over 40 billion people.

When welcoming Harrison Clark’s arrival, the conference room podium had automatically transformed its shape, leaving only one lectern.

With a rotation of light and shadow, Harrison Clark’s figure quickly appeared in front of the lectern.He found this scene familiar.

He had seen it in the previous timeline, but that was in the real dome conference room, with more people in the audience.

This time there were fewer people, but they were the new generation of leaders with more concentrated power, and they were all his “zealous followers.”

The people were mostly the same, many familiar faces of Harrison Clark in the conference room, even if he couldn’t remember their names, he was familiar with them.

But Harrison Clark had changed his strategy.

He no longer chatted, only standing with his hands behind his back, looking down at everyone from above.

Time went by little by little, and the silence continued for a full five minutes.

In these five minutes, many thoughts went through people’s minds.

Harrison Clark’s accomplishments a thousand years ago were truly there for everyone to see.

Every time he had decided to fight since then, his glorious achievements in battle were clearly written in the “story.”

He had saved the eight hundred million stubborn Lost Ones that no one could do anything about in just three or four days.

Even now, Needham Brown’s awakeness was much higher than his, but the outcome of their battle a few days ago was still fresh in everyone’s minds.

There was no more powerful puppet master behind the scenes, no more decisive decision-maker, and no more powerful warrior than him.

The facts that Harrison Clark had accomplished were ten thousand times more useful than the flowery words he spoke.

At this moment, his silent and serious gaze made everyone instantly recall his true identity.

Civilization Leader – Sage Harrison Clark.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

The atmosphere slowly became solemn and tense, even somewhat suffocating.

When the time came to exactly five minutes, Harrison Clark slowly opened his mouth, “It’s been more than a month since I’ve come back. I’ve been watching you all. You… are doing alright overall.”

Someone let out a long sigh of relief.

Then the exhalation sounds followed in the simulation conference room one after another.

“But it’s not enough, far from enough. You’ve let me down, extremely disappointed.”

At that moment, Harrison Clark turned his words sharply and his expression became extremely severe, “A thousand years have passed, and I once had high expectations of you all, but I haven’t seen the spirit and character I wanted to see.”

“In the 26th century, my descendants and your ancestors carried the burden of the Great Extinction Catastrophe brought by the Z bacteria. You should have been stronger. But you haven’t, you’ve even regressed.”

“Needham Brown, look at yourself, 37.66% awakeness. Tsk, in my hands, you’re just a waste. A kind of waste that isn’t even worth throwing into a recycling machine. Wastes!”

Needham Brown’s face blushed and he wanted to refute, but he held back.

What Harrison Clark said was true.

Bang!

Clark slapped the virtual podium heavily, and the muffled simulated sound echoed in everyone’s ears.

The meeting room was silent.

“A thousand years, not only have you failed to walk out of the personal worship of me, but you have become more and more trapped. I had hoped this time to see a more tenacious humanity, a more resilient fighting spirit, a more united army, braver workers, and wiser scientists. None, not one!”

“Everything I did a thousand years ago was left behind in order to inspire you, not to have you worship me as a god. Although I have indeed returned now to lead you against formidable enemies, this is indeed a miracle. But you shouldn’t have known about this, you shouldn’t have expected it, you should have taken back your own fighting spirit!”

“I’m just an ancient being from a thousand years ago. My academic abilities are even inferior to a bachelor’s degree. No matter how things were a thousand years ago, now I only know how to fight, and only good at fighting. Even if you regard me as a god, waiting for me in your dreams. You shouldn’t lose sight of your self-pursuit!”

“Look at what you’ve all done? Propagating my personal worship everywhere, Earth, Mars, Venus… almost every city has built a statue of me. My name has been written into textbooks, recited again and again. Is this useful? Is praying to me useful? If you don’t pray, would I not come?”

“Wake up, I have plenty of time and can bear the consequences of defeat. Anyway, even if I die in battle, I can still come back. But you, all of you present, wake up. You only have this one chance.”

“Don’t be intoxicated in your dreams. Don’t think that you would disgrace your former selves if you lost, or that you would not have enough achievements to face your future selves. You can’t see them, they are them, and you are you. You, today, are both in my memory and in this world, in this timeline. You in the next timeline might not be you.”

“So, all of you, take it seriously, don’t play games. This is not a game for you, it cannot be archived or reset, this is a war. This is your timeline, your war!”

“Don’t expect to push your responsibility onto me. I won’t be your leader until you satisfy me enough. I want you… to break your worship of me, fight for yourselves! Fight for who you are today!”

“If you can’t do it, I’ll fold my hands and watch as everyone dies under the knives of the Compound-Eyed Observers, then welcome my own death. Next time, I might even kill all your ancestors and change human leadership. I’m done talking.”

After finishing, Harrison Clark abruptly shut off the communication and disappeared from the conference room.

His words were heavy, quickly extinguishing all the illusions in people’s hearts.

He even threw out the greatest threat that a time controller could impose on others.

Though he was indeed bluffing, he had shown his control over time and destiny.

Being in control of time and destiny would make people fearful.

Harrison Clark’s words pushed fear to its limits.

To break the divine image, first transform into a demon.

He lay on the couch, quietly waiting for the results.