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

Chapter 967: Chapter 600: The Value of a Top Warrior (4900 words)_1

“Your foolishness truly astounds me.”

Just as Tiffany Bell was about to lower her finger, a sudden rebuke in her mind interrupted her movement.

She first hesitated, then quickly asked in her mind, “Tom? Instructor Taylor?”

This time, Harrison Clark didn’t change his voice, using his own original tone, between T100 and Instructor Taylor, which made Tiffany Bell somewhat uncertain.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. What’s important is your stupidity. Since the shielding field is already in effect, you clearly have control of the situation. The battle has just begun. Do you know what you’re thinking in your heads?”

“Ready to die generously? Do you think that’s glorious? Bah! It’s stupid! Ultimate stupidity is evil!”

Harrison Clark showered Tiffany Bell with one invective after another, leaving her head buzzing.

“But we’re doing this to avoid exposing the fleet. It’s the safest way…”

“Safest my ass! What’s safe about giving up before fighting? Real combat hasn’t started yet, and you’re already thinking about dying in battle and earning a posthumous name. Is that glorious? That’s called cowardice, irresponsibility, not courage!”

“Is it necessary to use the gecko-tail-cutting tactic for the first accident encountered in centuries of sailing? How many tails do you have to cut off along the way?”

“By taking this approach, you won’t be able to save even a single top-level combatant who has experienced the battlefield. If the fleet were to reach the Galactic Center, how many of the old, weak, sick, and disabled would be left?”

“Whole Brain Connection training can certainly bring your skills close to those of a Top Warrior, but skill does not equal ability; it’s just potential! Untapped potential has no meaning unless it’s turned into the blood of enemies.”

“You are the Expeditionary Army, consisting of nearly half of humanity’s elite warriors! The whole of humanity has exhausted their wisdom and spent a vast amount of resources to train you. Do you really think that if you die, someone else will easily replace you as your successor?”

“You’re wrong, all of you. Stop dreaming! The so-called S-class Warriors born within the fleet cannot be compared to you! I have to waste energy creating new training programs for them, and they still might not reach your heights.”

“Are you really prepared for the daunting task awaiting the fleet? Do you really think that a few kittens alone can eradicate the Compound-Eyed Observer base at the Galactic Center?”

“The so-called pursuit of stability should aim at success rate rather than mere arrival at the destination. Any stability that doesn’t prioritize the ultimate goal is nonsense.”

“And also…”

In just three seconds, Tiffany Bell had read through a wealth of information from Harrison Clark.

He said a lot and scolded a lot.

But Tiffany Bell extracted Harrison Clark’s central idea from the mass of distracting invective: the value of individual survival instincts.

Harrison Clark told Tiffany Bell that only if every warrior with top potential maximizes their survival instincts can individuals drive the collective, enhancing the overall military strength of their civilization to the greatest extent.

Every warrior must always keep in mind that their value isn’t just in the present, but in the future as well.

As long as a person is alive, everything is possible.

Only when a person is alive is there the possibility of creating new possibilities!

This isn’t about teaching people to be greedy and afraid of death, but reevaluating the value of their life.

Only when one is truly helpless and must face death should one find the courage to sacrifice.

At other times, if there’s even a million-to-one chance, they should strive, do everything to the extreme, extract their utmost value, find the hidden glimmer of hope amidst seemingly hopeless situations, hold it tightly in their palms, and pull with all their might.

Hope is like an iceberg on Earth. It may appear small, but underneath the surface lies a hidden treasure capable of turning the situation around.

“Do you understand what I mean?”

In the end, Harrison Clark asked.

Tiffany Bell nodded, “Yes. We should take our lives more seriously, manage risks better, and see the relationship between adventure and stability in a more dialectical way. Sometimes the essence of adventure is stability.”

“Right.”

Finally, Harrison Clark smiled, “Go on.”

Tiffany Bell rejected the other captains’ requests.

Her move created uproar.

However, this had only delayed several more seconds, leaving no time for arguments.

Two completely different reports were sent to Quentin Cooper simultaneously.

One was from the other captains, requesting the fleet to retreat immediately.

The other was from Tiffany Bell, hoping the fleet would follow the predetermined plan and wait an extra thirty seconds.

The problem was now on Quentin Cooper’s hands.

Quentin Cooper was about to adopt the other captains’ proposal in accordance with the principle of minority submission to majority, but a top-level guidance suddenly popped up in his operational system.

At first glance, the text seemed unrelated to the situation facing the fleet, analyzing the current thinking patterns of humanity’s military from the perspective of a commander.

In the ongoing struggle against the Compound-Eyed Observer, contemporary soldiers have become accustomed to being seemingly on the losing side while possessing a technological advantage that allows them to change the situation at any time.

Over time, humans developed a sense of detachment when facing hordes of enemy cannon fodder, their sense of superiority quietly nurtured.

This arrogance is not a matter of underestimating the enemy; but when making crucial decisions, decision-makers habitually gravitate towards more conservative options.

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