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

Chapter 859: Chapter 513: Enlightenment_2

I will personally forge humanity into a truly eternal fourth-class civilization, then watch as the footprints of mankind tread every corner of the cosmic fiber network.

As Harrison Clark, I’m resolved to do this, so I will do as I say.

After washing his face with clean water, Harrison walked out from the bathroom.

Laid out on the dining table were enough sandwiches, hamburgers, and bread to serve ten people, as well as a large pot of rice porridge.

Carrie Thomas wasn’t good at cooking and usually kept her hands clear of kitchen chores. @@novelbin@@

Back when they were just roommates, Harrison would cook to save living expenses. Carrie either ordered take-out or ate out, never cooking a meal herself, so having her prepare a hearty Chinese breakfast would be quite challenging.

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The fact that she could get up early and make a simple yet hearty breakfast was quite unusual.

Harrison, for once, didn’t gobble up his food, but tasted it bit by bit.

Carrie, puzzled by his behavior, asked him, “What’s the matter? Isn’t it tasty? Don’t blame me, all I did was pop ready-meals into the oven and microwave. The only thing I made from scratch was the rice porridge. There shouldn’t be a problem with that, right?”

Harrison shook his head, “No, I just want to savor the breakfast you made for me meticulously. This will become an everlasting memory for me.”

Carrie blushed, “Where did you learn to be so sweet-talk?”

Harrison smiled, “I’m not cracking jokes. Seriously. I will remember everything about you. Without your help this time, I wouldn’t have been able to hang in there.”

Interest piqued, Carrie asked, “Really? What did I do? Um, I remember we agreed not to ask too many questions. Don’t tell me.”

Harrison shook his head, “There are things we can talk about. You wrote so many love songs for me, each of which I must have listened to at least a million times. They are incredibly touching – I love them so much.”

Carrie was stunned, “You’re so cheesy! I can’t stand it anymore. Who wrote love songs for you! Get out.”

Harrison: “Hehe, you are too modest, Carrie. I can confidently say that your love songs are arguably the best and most influential in human history.”

“Stop it, stop it! Not listening, not listening!” Carrie covered her ears, her face and neck already red as a tomato.

There were some things she knew she was capable of, but when she was put on the spot like this by Harrison, she still felt a little shy.

But after a while, she did compose herself, and gave Harrison a glare, “Fine. You can pretend to be cool in front of me, but after you stayed in the 31st century with your Nora Camp for a while, you became all sweet talk, right?”

Harrison was taken aback and shook his head, “No, I swear, this isn’t sweet talk.”

With that being said, he appeared to grow somber.

Carrie asked cautiously, “This time… did she… sacrifice herself again?”

Harrison nodded, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

Harrison forced a smile, “It’s okay. Really. I’m used to it. War inevitably leads to sacrifices. As long as we survive to the end, that’s enough.”

“And this time… your child?”

Remembering Nora Camp’s two lies, Harrison suddenly fell silent.

“I didn’t see it.”

Carrie: “Ah, what a pity.”

As she said this, she quietly looked down at her stomach.

She was probably wondering whether she could succeed.

But she didn’t hold out much hope.

Even the women of the 31st century found it difficult to carry Harrison’s genes, let alone her.

Harrison cleared his throat, “Don’t be like this. It’s clearly me who has let you down, but you’re acting as if you were particularly guilty. Please don’t torment me like this.”

Carrie shook her head, “I’ve told you, I’ve long since accepted it. Perhaps the relationship between you, me, and Nora may seem inappropriate in the secular view of 21st-century people. But, I believe different eras should hold different attitudes. We shouldn’t apply the norms of the 21st century to constrain the behaviors of people in the 31st century.”

Harrison paused, remembering that during the millennium-long resistance, the Human Resistance Army Alliance had taken many measures to increase birth rates in order to rapidly expand the population.

During those thousand years, the majority of women had no time to become pregnant.

Like men, women also had to fight.

However, people were quite open-minded when it came to artificial embryo matching. If two people met and their talents seemed complementary, they would immediately “match.”

This “match” isn’t about the physical act, but them both filling out application reports while the population reproduction department would naturally extract from the genetic bank for matching.

After breakfast, Harrison personally drove Carrie to Mason Academy.

In another week’s time, she would complete her studies here, and they could return home.Watching Carrie Thomas retreat into the building, Harrison Clark was just about to get into his car when he received another call from her.

Carrie: “Okay, you were right.”

Harrison: “About what?”

“I woke up very early this morning. I couldn’t fall back asleep after I woke up around five, so I…”

“What’s up?”

“I really did write a song for you, a love song. I can’t hide it from you.”

On the other edge of the line, Carrie’s face turned a bit red.

Harrison was taken aback, then he burst into laughter, “Let me guess the song title? Is it called ‘Happiness to the Nth Power’, right?”

“You’re so cheeky!”

“Hahaha! Enough of this, otherwise you might end up singing it for me. I’m not taking in any class today, just come up with the basic melody and lyrics on your own. No calls until I’m done.”

Harrison quickly added: “Hold on, there’s something else.”

“What is it?”

“Has Layna been teaching you yodeling recently?”

“How do you know about this?”

“In the timeline history before this, there wasn’t much privacy for people at our level. Some even obsess over what color underwear I wear daily.”

“Okay, that’s scary. It feels weird, but also kind of flattering, why’s that?”

Harrison chuckled, “Shall we try yodeling sometime?”

Carrie was puzzled, “Do we need to specifically schedule that? Wait, are you up to something weird?”

“Guess.”

“I’m hanging up.”

Carrie on the other side of the line abruptly ended the call.

But on Harrison’s side, he was feeling unusually refreshed.

Before the Big Bang of the Milky Way, when he had already lost 99% of his emotions, he was accustomed to analyzing pros and cons in a logical manner and occasionally thought about what would happen after his return.

At that time, he had doubts, fearing that being an almost emotionless machine for too long, once returned to the 21st century, he might find it difficult to adapt to modern life and become extremely indifferent, causing others to keep their distance.

But in reality, he was overthinking.

I, Harrison Clark, am still the same as before, having a great time flirting with a female version of Beethoven.

Harrison drove straight to Summit Ventures’ North American branch.

When he got there, the fat man, looking worn-out with dark circles around his eyes, was in the general manager’s office.

It was clear that finally entrusted with heavy responsibility by Harrison, the fat man was devoting every ounce of effort, zealously pushing himself to the limit.

Harrison had no idea what he had said to the fat man in the illusory timeline.

But at the sight of the fat man’s exhausted appearance, he sternly warned him, “Look, it’s not that I want to chastise you. You’re going to kill yourself if you keep this up. You have to know how to balance.”

The fat man: “But I don’t want to disappoint you, master.”

Harrison shook his head: “Your existence is for your own sake. So, you only have to take responsibility for yourself, not whether I’m disappointed or not. Back then when you only sang folk songs and didn’t intervene with Whale Group, you made a great contribution. Now, you want to do even better, and I support that. But what I don’t want is that you…”

His words trailed off, and he wasn’t able to continue.

The fat man asked, “Am I still the first to die?”

Harrison didn’t answer, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

“Anyway, I’m going to give you a do or die task. You must lose about 66 pounds and get your body fat percentage down to a healthy level within three months, otherwise, you go back to Oxfordshire and sing.”

Harrison finally figured it out.

There’s no need to engage the fat man’s willpower. Only with autocratic repression can his obesity be curbed.

The fat man looked miserable, “Can’t we not do that?”

“No objections. The one giving you orders is the leader of human civilization, get it? What’s a leader? What I say, goes.”

Harrison said half seriously and half jokingly.