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

Chapter 917: Chapter 553: Dome, The Tenth Advent_1

January 1, 2500, 0:00 am.

A hundred billion people in the Solar System stepped out of their homes, boarded their spacecraft, and flew out of the planetary atmosphere, the space station’s enclosure, or stood on the deck of the ship, quietly looking up at the stars.

Without a sound, the starry sky in front of them shook, became briefly foggy, and then incredibly clear.

All astronomical observatories in the Solar System simultaneously reported that the physical rules within the Solar System had changed silently, and the nature of light had been altered.

The Dome arrived on time as usual.

Everyone knew that from this moment on, humans would never see the real starry sky again.

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In the previous timelines, humans didn’t even know about the Dome’s changes to the galactic rules, and they had unknowingly lost their freedom.

Now they knew, and they had already saved the previous rules with huge data in advance.

Comparing the old and new rules would be of great help to humans in deciphering the Dome.

At the same time, the countdown to the crisis in the Solar System began.

The only external information that could be received and seen from within the Solar System was what the Dome allowed humans to see.

Harrison Clark’s connection with the Solar System was suddenly cut off.

He became a bystander and an outsider.

He had tried to carry his thoughts into the Solar System through the Quantum Network, but he was met with an impenetrable wall and was pushed back.

He didn’t mind.

Before “leaving,” he had already prepared everything for the Solar System and left everything he could.

The core of the Egyptian tribe, the protein shell structure and huge genetic information of the Superpower Bacteria and ZS Bacteria, the Grand Unified Theory, the Energy Beam Bomb, cosmological information, and all the wealth created by humans in the thirty-first to forty-first centuries of the last timeline.

From now on, the fate of human beings in the Solar System would have to be handed over to them.

Harrison Clark finally removed his attention from the Solar System completely.

A new fleet was setting out from Centaurus, heading for the HD140283 Star, which was 190 light-years away from the Solar System and was the same age as the universe, Methuselah Star.

The fleet was not large, with only about seventy ships and a total of more than one million people.

The composition of the members was diverse, covering all walks of life and complete in every aspect.

The commander-in-chief of the fleet was Glen, who had achieved great success in previous operations.

When Glen had set out from Eridanus, he had been only in his forties and still a young man.

Now, Glen was nearly 170 years old, with white hair and a wrinkled face.

As the navigator with the longest navigation time, the longest navigation distance, and the most emergencies handled, Glen had the qualifications to form his fleet, name it “Bonnie,” and undertake the newest and most important scientific research project for the new human beings in the Orion Arm – going to the Methuselah Star to look for samples of the Quantum Virus.

To prevent the virus from spreading to all mankind, the Bonnie Fleet cut off its network connection with the outside world from the moment it set out.

The ships had also been completely remodeled, with all core positions adopting full manual operation, and the structural part was fully reinforced so that even if the ship was once again infiltrated by the virus, the ship would remain intact and not disintegrate easily.

The only risk was whether the intelligent robots on the ships might undergo any changes under the control of the virus.

In view of this, the fleet had reduced the use of intelligent equipment to a minimum.

an odd phenomenon occurred.

In an era of highly developed technology, humans had formed a fleet with a high level of basic technology but a very low degree of automation.

Even automatic food machines were not available on the fleet, and cooking had to rely on traditional culinary skills.

In the center of the living area of the New Heart Fire, a bright and colorful bar that seemed out of place with the atmosphere of the ship was set up.

This was a little quirk of Commander Glen.

Wearing casual clothes, Glen sat alone in a corner, eating peanuts and drinking glass after glass of liquor.

The chair beside him was empty.

If any of Glen’s old friends were present, they would find that the décor in the bar and even Glen’s seat were almost identical to the Heart Fire bar back then.

He was used to sitting in that position, while Bonnie was accustomed to sitting beside him, scolding him sentence by sentence with her face sideways.Little Jammie should be sitting across from him, looking at his incompetent father with bewildered eyes.

But now Glen was alone again.

In an excavation accident after arriving at K Star, Jammie Westford permanently exited this world.

Glen had long become a lone figure.

“Mr. Glen, drink less, you are our mainstay, you should always be sober.”

A young woman in military uniform came over from the next seat, speaking helplessly and unhappily.

Glen put down his glass, turned to look at this young person, “Are you teaching me how to do things? Sumit?”

The woman’s expression froze, shaking her head repeatedly, “I dare not, Mr. Glen. My mission is only to help you ensure your working status. If you think this is more comfortable for you, I have nothing else to say.”

Glen laughed, patting the seat beside him, “Sumit, sit here. I can talk with you.”

“About what?”

Sumit sat down, somewhat nervously.

“About our mission.”

“Isn’t that clear? Find the Quantum Virus, and if necessary, we can also disintegrate Methuselah Star.”

“Yes, but don’t you find it strange that the empire’s higher-ups would let me, who should have at least a few years of rest, leave without even catching my breath with my fleet?”

Sumit was surprised, “Perhaps because of your remarkable talent, sir?”

Glen slapped the table and laughed, “Of course, my talent is not a problem, but the real reason is that I may be the most special one.”

“What do you mean?”

Glen thought for a moment, “Sumit, come closer, let me whisper it to you.”

The woman leaned in.

Glen whispered, “Once we arrive, if I show any abnormalities, your task is to freeze me immediately. No hesitation.”

“Ah? Isn’t human cryofreeze not finished yet? You’ll die that way.”

Glen nodded, “Physiologically speaking, yes, I would die. But that is the only option. Under normal circumstances, the Quantum Virus would not invade humans because the thought structures within the human brain are too chaotic, offering no space for the virus to multiply. However…I’m the most special one. The risk to me is great, so at that time, no matter what I say or do, ignore me and just freeze me.”

Sumit: “Where would we take you?”

“I don’t know, someone will come for me, I guess.”

…

Cetus UV Black Hole.

Star: “He’s realized.”

Harrison Clark nodded, “Yes.”

Star: “Can it succeed?”

Harrison Clark countered her, “Who knows? His gene awakening rate is nearing 40%, and his body is integrated with Song of the Wilderness, Morning Wind, all the works of Carrie Thomas, the explosion of human emotions, as well as the newly synthesized Superpower Bacteria and ZS Bacteria. I don’t know what kind of changes he will bring after coming into contact with the Quantum Virus. By the way, aren’t you responsible for calculating the success rate? Why are you asking me?”

Star shrugged, “Because every time I say the success rate of something is only a few or dozens of percent, you always say it’ll work, and then you’re always right. I don’t even bother calculating.”

Harrison Clark grinned, “I’m just an old gambler.”

“In fact, we don’t have to do anything this time, we can already defeat the Compound-Eyed Observer. Do you really have to take such a big risk? What if a monster is created?”

Harrison Clark shook his head, “My opponent is no longer the Compound-Eyed Observer.”

“Higher-order civilization?”

“Of course!”

“Have you found a way yet?”

Harrison Clark: “Isn’t that what I’m looking for now?”