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

Chapter 63: Chapter 62: History Has Changed_l

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Harrison Clark was actually a bit confused about this upcoming dream.

By his own intentions, of course, he would continue to shamelessly plagiarize songs and this time, he even planned to copy at least ten more.

But what troubled him was, besides plagiarizing songs, what else could he do?

In his mind, the instructor Daniel Thompson’s square face would always appear over and over again.

Of course, it wasn’t because he was gay, but because the last time he left the military camp with cold blood in the face of Daniel Thompson’s reluctance and eager expectation, he felt a little embarrassed.

Last time, he forced himself to retire with an insignificant reason, which made many fellow soldiers worried about him and asked if something happened to

his family.

Harrison Clark wasn’t the type of person who liked to owe others, whether it

was in terms of money or emotions.

He felt that he had let down Daniel Thompson and his comrades’ expectations,

and there was always a void in his heart.

That’s why he used to try so hard to keep his distance from others, simply because Harrison Clark knew his own shortcomings, and it was difficult for him to ignore other people’s emotional investment in himself, regardless of what kind of feelings they were.

“Private Harrison Clark! Fall in!”

In a daze, Harrison Clark opened his eyes again.

Without looking, he knew what the situation was.

This time, Harrison Clark decided not to give Daniel Thompson a chance to order him to run laps, and quickly focused his gaze, looking intently while putting some pressure on his feet to move forward.

His lips slowly opened, ready to respond loudly and confidently.

But he didn’t finish any of that because he was extremely surprised to find that the training base he saw in front of him didn’t match the image in his memory.

The first thing he saw on his previous three visits was the conical vehicles.

That was the currently most widely equipped Type 3, an intra-medium transport vehicle, which uses a small nuclear fusion power plant and still relies on traditional media for thrust, with a small head and a large tail.

The upper half is the loading bay and the lower half is the power system.

Because of the propulsion method, the Type 3 transport vehicle still needs acceleration during takeoff, and it’s not too fast at first, but only after continuous thrust can it reach an astonishing top speed.

Material Science and heat insulation energy conversion levels limited the Type 3’s maneuverability, with a top speed of only 8 Mach.

But this time Harrison didn’t see the familiar Type 3 transport vehicle.

The spindle-shaped flying vehicle slowly floated in the air, then suddenly ejected blue light, and moved forward with an acceleration far beyond the Type 3 transport vehicle.

A simple change in shape caused a tremendous shock to Harrison Clark.

The development of Type 3, from design to the final production, seems to be a result of countless coincidences, but it is indeed an inevitable outcome of technological development.

But what the hell was the spindle-shaped thing!

Harrison Clark was completely dumbfounded.

With a certain military training background, he didn’t need to think about it and knew that the material science, dynamics and control principles of the spindle-shaped aircraft must be vastly different from those of the conical Type

3-

And what kind of ghost was that sideway movement, you didn’t even emit blue light, you didn’t even eject anything, how did you move sideways! Telekinesis.. Daniel Thompson’s deafening roar rang in Harrison Clark’s ears again, “Still daydreaming? Go run ten laps around the playground!”

It was only then that Harrison Clark regained his senses, squeezing his face into a bitter melon shape and quickly lowering his head to run laps.

This time, though prepared, he still couldn’t escape the fate of running laps.

But at the same time, he continued to look around the training base.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

The individual combat armor he once operated very proficiently had changed

as well.

Originally, the individual combat armor in his memory still had visible gear mechanical structures on the outside and was up to seven or eight meters tall.

But now the armor worn by the veterans practicing on the other side had become smaller and more streamlined in appearance, much closer fitting, and the overall height was no longer uniform, but varied from two to over three meters.

This should be the result of custom tailoring, or the production line has improved, and can produce Individual Soldier Armors in different sizes to suit people of various body types.The smaller size gives these combat mechs even greater mobility, allowing them to move more swiftly.

What this means is that, in terms of material science and power systems, this new generation of combat mechs is far more formidable than what he’d encountered last time.

This proves that a more advanced mechanical structure has been developed, and there could only be one reason for this.

At least in the basic field of material science, humankind has achieved a qualitative leap in progress.

If the materials didn’t become stronger, with significant improvements in the toughness, hardness, and ductility of the main structure materials, such small-sized individual mechs simply wouldn’t be able to bear the robust

mobility.

The engine structure inside must have also become more microscopic and formidable, which is another significant challenge for the level of material science.

Harrison Clark was genuinely baffled.

It seemed that humanity had become slightly stronger than in his last dream,

but…

Why the hell was that?!

What on earth had he done? As a slacker, he was very self-aware!

Harrison Clark knew clearly that he was the only variable in history.

If he didn’t do anything, just quietly kept himself locked in his room a thousand years ago and didn’t disturb anyone, and nobody disturbed him, nothing would change.

If something came up in the future that was different from the past, then the source of this change must be on him, Harrison Clark.

But he just couldn’t figure it out.

All he did was copy a few songs and help Carrie Thomas become famous a few

years earlier.

Being able to write six songs in one night yesterday might be enough to give him a fleeting reputation as a phenomenally talented poet in history.

Apart from that, he did nothing!

So why, as soon as he crossed over this time, did everything look different?

“What are you looking at? Don’t envy others; these are the finest reserve soldiers in our base. Once they become regulars, they’ll join a battleship directly and become ship-borne soldiers. Do you know what kind of physical fitness standard is required to wear Azure Dragon Single Soldier Armor? Do you know that the clotting serum they take before each training can cause an ordinary person’s heart to stop and die?”

Daniel Thompson’s voice rang in Harrison Clark’s ear again.

It turned out that Harrison Clark was so captivated by the armor that his pace slowed down, causing Daniel Thompson, who caught up with him, to curse him out.

Harrison Clark was awakened by his scolding. Looking at this fierce fellow, he recalled the way Daniel Thompson gave him an energy drink last time.

Oh, Lion, stop pretending. You’ve always been a cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside character.

A lot has changed in this era, but judging from your voice, your character definitely hasn’t changed.

■■Instructor, then tell me what kind of physical fitness is required to wear this armor?”

Last time, before leaving the camp, Harrison Clarkhad become one of the undisputed strongest fighters at the training base.

At that time, he had defeated many veteran armored soldiers. Now, hearing Daniel Thompson belittling him, he felt a little unconvinced.

“Oh, you’re ambitious. Then I’ll use this running laps thing as an example. If you’can complete twenty laps in thirty-eight minutes, you’d barely meet the standard.”

Harrison Clark raised an eyebrow.

That’s interesting.

Last time he left the military camp, he had just broken the base’s record for the fastest twenty laps on the field to 37 minutes and 59 seconds.

He didn’t expect that now the baseline to become an armored soldier was thirty-eight minutes.

During the month he crossed back, he didn’t slack off in his daily training, so his physical fitness shouldn’t have decreased, but should have improved slightly.

He raised his eyebrows, “Can I give it a try?”

“Hmph, what can you do, rookie? Be careful not to run yourself todeath!” Daniel Thompson patted Harrison Clark’s head and returned to the other reserve soldiers standing at attention.

But seeing Harrison Clark speeding up, he sneered and called out a new recruit from the formation, “Get the first aid team ready..