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

Chapter 920: Chapter 556: “Vanishing into Thin Air”_1

2512.

After a brief interlude, the Bonnie Fleet had transformed into the Methuselah Colony.

The fleet organization no longer existed.

Humans would take root and thrive here.

Glen finally relinquished the power he didn’t care about, no longer serving as the fleet Commander, and became an “unemployed vagabond.”

Since being conscripted into the Third Advance Fleet, the busy Glen had finally realized his initial dream at the end of his life.

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To live freely, not worrying about anything or thinking about anything, having inexhaustible and unlimited resources, not having to worry about being looked down upon, carefree and enjoying life.

Now he finally had this “freedom.”

But Glen knew very well.

The moment he “awakened” and became an S-class Navigator in a short time, freedom had already drifted away from him.

He didn’t know when this idea had formed.

But strangely, he had no dissatisfaction or complaints about it in his heart, nor was he resentful.

“Awakening” had allowed him to experience a different life he wouldn’t have otherwise.

He just found it strange.

He suddenly felt like he had become a different person.

Is this me still me?

He didn’t know.

But does it matter?

Glen told himself that he was still alive, and he had gained a part of his own different life, along with Bonnie, Little Jammie, and the descendants of Little Jammie’s sprawling Baker family.

On second thought, this wasn’t bad at all.

In the universe of life, there is no true freedom.

Freedom only matters if one’s innermost self is satisfied.

Like now, he was about to pilot a small spacecraft alone to Methuselah Star.

This was still not for himself, but for mankind.

If Glen still saw himself as an isolated individual, then his actions would have no meaning.

But if Glen saw himself as an inseparable part of the vast human civilization, then his actions would take on the highest value.

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Cetus UV Star.

“Do you think Glen can succeed?”

Star asked Harrison Clark.

Harrison Clark shook his head, “Whether he can succeed depends on three factors. First, that the source of the quantum virus is indeed HD140283. Second, whether he can encounter it, and whether he can attract the virus. Third, what changes will occur when he is infected.”

Star: “I can’t calculate it on my end. Any thoughts?”

Harrison Clark shrugged, “I don’t know. Just waiting and seeing is the best choice. The quantum virus can infect quantum intelligence, but Glen is a person.”

“But he has been mechanized by Song of the Wilderness.”

“Yes, that’s where the uncertainty lies.”

The changes on Glen’s body were about to involve new things that Harrison Clark had never encountered before, just like an inventor who had no idea that tungsten wire could emit light or be used to make light bulbs before electrifying it.

In the vast universe, the HD140283 Star floated quietly.

Under slow combustion, the light it emitted was so weak that the first-generation solar energy absorbing light wings built by humans needed to be a hundred times larger in order to provide the same amount of electricity.

It was small in size and devoid of the grandeur of a star.

But the lifespan of this star was close to 14 billion years.

It had been around for too long.

Being small and gentle was its reliance upon witnessing the long river of time and the rise and fall of the universe.

In the long journey of time, ordinary stars would one day burn out, and the cores of planets would also lose energy, either disintegrating or becoming a silent space meteorite, or being swallowed up by the shockwaves emitted when a star died.

Only Methuselah Star had managed to live as long as the universe itself.

If it were an intelligent life form, it would be interesting to know what thoughts it might have had when witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations and the alternation of life and death in star systems.

But now, its tranquility had been shattered by mankind.

Dozens of space stations scattered across Methuselah Star’s ecliptic plane sprung up rapidly.

An inconspicuous small spacecraft approached slowly at one-tenth of the speed of light.

Glen’s spacecraft had undergone special reinforcement in terms of protective performance, and abandoned the high-performance engine.

This small spacecraft could withstand the high temperatures of the star’s photosphere.

No one knew what Glen wanted to do.

When someone asked Sumit, she could only say that Glen might have finally grown tired of the hustle and bustle and wanted to bury himself in the universe’s oldest star.

In a certain sense, this was an unprecedented lavish burial.

Sumit had originally thought that the Imperial Science Academy would reject Glen’s presumptuous request, because it might undermine the precious stability of Methuselah Star, but unexpectedly, the Imperial Science Academy had tacitly granted their approval.

The spacecraft and Methuselah Star were getting closer and closer.

Around the spacecraft, there were intense solar winds and a great deal of high-energy plasma, which disrupted the transmission of electromagnetic waves and quantum network information. Glen, sitting in his chair, had no access to any external information from the monitoring instruments.

But he wasn’t panicked at all.

He just put up his legs and held a thick, massive book in his hands.

This was a new virtual history masterpiece, a historical revisionism in line with the “Compound Eye Crisis,” “Lover,” Harrison Clark’s autobiography, and as well as extensive historical information and his own oral accounts.

The title of the book was “There Has Never Been a Savior.”

This book recorded everything from Harrison Clark’s first timeline to everything in thistimeline “history.”

For some reason, Glen had become engrossed in this biographical “novel” at the end of his life.

To continue reading even after losing access to the quantum network, he had chosen the paper version.

The entire book was in ten volumes, each with millions of words, stacked next to his lounge chair.

Nine of the other volumes had already been filled with thick creases from his reading.

Now he was on the tenth volume and was about to finish it.

Glen took a deep breath, his nose suddenly itched, and his scalp started to tingle uncontrollably.

He knew that something was beginning to enter his body little by little.

His consciousness began to dissipate and invisibly connect with Methuselah Star outside.

He muttered to himself, “There was no me in the history before.”

As the spacecraft approached the center of the star and the gravity generator gradually failed, his body slowly floated into the air.

Glen’s lips trembled slightly before he closed his eyes completely.

“But it doesn’t matter. I’m here now. Better late than never. Not just me, but Bonnie, and Little Jammie too.”

Boom!

With the spacecraft breaking apart, Glen’s body disintegrated in an instant under the high temperature, and his consciousness also “vanished into thin air” within a moment.

He “disappeared.”