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

Chapter 274: Watching You Die_l

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His eyes were wide open with anger, and his pupils shone with a sharp light.

His ears and nostrils were also emitting light.

A vicious smile appeared on Harrison Clark’s lips.

As his lips opened, a dazzling light burst from between his teeth.

He had hidden a timed explosive Trickster Mine in his mouth.

during his seemingly mad continuous bombing of the transparent window, he was calmer than ever before.

As soon as he saw the strange transparent material regenerate itself, he realized that it was impossible to break through this door.

If it were anyone else, they would have given up immediately without hesitation.

After all, he had already done enough, and people should learn to be satisfied.

But Harrison Clark was not satisfied.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he wanted to move forward.

Singularity Thinking combined with an absolutely calm state made his brain function at an unprecedented intensity.

Star once said that after 35%, the main development direction of Galactic Humans was not physical strength, but mental power.

Physical changes were very intuitive and could be easily measured by instruments, but mental power was much more complex and mysterious. Moreover, the so-called mental power often had countless ways of manifestation, each with its own special emphasis and changable with different situations. Harrison Clark was too lazy to test it.

But in just a few seconds, he bombarded the front wildly while dodging the physical venom bullets shot from behind with just his combat instinct. At the same time, he had to precisely control the live ammunition weapons in the rear magazine and conceived a seemingly simple but actually turning impossible into possible killing plan at an extremely fast speed in his mind.

The Intruders were very clear about human biology and even knew it like the back of their hands, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to design S Bacteria specifically targeting human immune deficiencies.

From countless past confrontations, Harrison Clark had judged that although the Intruders were strong, they were not omnipotent gods. They still had flaws and would make mistakes, and they were also cautious and maybe even curious about humans.

As the strongest human with a gene awakening level of 36%, the most valuable part of him was his brain!

If he were the Intruder, would he not be interested in such a good head?

Would a person with a broken body already be considered dead on the spot?

Would their threat level drop to zero?

The mistakes that radium would make could also be made by the Intruders!

Harrison Clark was not sure whether Needham Brown’s death had exposed the peculiarities of the Resurrection Factor, but now he could gamble on it.

Anyway, it didn’t matter if he won or lost, and if he lost, he had nothing to lose.

His seemingly complicated high-speed thinking led to a very simple and rude plan.

Playing dead. No, it was ordinary people’s real death, but he could still live for a few seconds.

During his continuous bombardment, he manipulated his Divine Eagle Armor to extract the blasting part of the last Close-Range Self-Destructive Missile in the magazine and turned it into a timed bomb with a Quark Device.

Then, using the medical arm inside the battle armor as a carrier, he put the bomb into his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he deliberately lowered his evasion ability, allowing his Divine Eagle Armor’s energy to be reduced to 5% before being deliberately hit by a physical venom bullet and subsequently “dying” when his armor broke and body exploded. This exposed his head to the vacuum.

In fact, he had four more seconds to live.

And then, that sneaky Fly Eye really let its guard down, opened the door, and foolishly floated over.

His opportunity had arrived.

Now, with no air supply in his throat and in the vacuum of space, Harrison Clark could not speak.

“Hahaha, you trash, die!”

But he could faintly hear his own triumphant laughter.

His mouth opened wider and wider, the light in it growing increasingly radiant.

In the next moment, the self-destructive mine exploded with a bang!

Death!

Harrison Clark was prepared for death with no joy or sadness in his heart, absolutely calm, like an ancient well without ripples.

From the moment the explosion broke out to when his brain was engulfed, it only took 0.0001 seconds. His eyes remained wide open throughout, never blinking once.

Even as his brain was being swept away by the shockwaves and debris from the explosion, his consciousness remained clear.

He wanted to see for himself whether the bastard in front of him would really die.

The not-so-powerful fire explosion and fragments shot out like lightning, heading for the face of the Compound-Eyed Observer.

A fragment struck it, and the Compound Eye’s eye exploded!

At the same time, countless fragments and fire shockwaves engulfed the Compound-Eyed Observer’s body.

Its fragile body was torn to shreds.

This piece of trash entity had paper-like vulnerability.

According to the explosive force of the self-destructive mine, the body strength of the Compound-Eyed Observer during the explosion was not only inferior to the Eight-legged Beetles and Dragonfly Fighters, but also to ordinary humans.

It was not worth mentioning at all.

It was swept away by the shockwaves without any reaction, and its ragged body quickly evaporated under the force of the continuous explosion.

Dead on the spot!

Meanwhile, the nimble Eight-legged Beetle arm next to it slowly closed, and it returned to a spheroidal shape.

This meant that with the death of this Compound Eye, the Eight-legged Beetle lost control.

This was the evidence Harrison Clark used to judge its death.

They had collected important information again.

Harrison Clark saw all this very clearly.

In the darkness, a huge rock in his heart shattered with a bang.

The Invaders’ once invincible and desperate image in his heart vanished like smoke.

It turned out that the enemy was so vulnerable and not all that smart. They even crashed directly into his simple plan.

You guys, just like children playing with adult’s guns, how can I lose to you? Humans are naturally wary of the completely unknown.

When this wariness reaches a certain level, it transforms into an intangible fear that cannot be dispelled, such as the fear of the deep sea, the fear of outer space, the fear of reptiles, the fear of giant insects, and so on.

But once we cross the threshold from ignorance to understanding and unveil the mystery, that invisible fear naturally dissipates.

Now, Harrison Clark is no longer afraid. What he sees is not the hope of victory, but the confidence of assured victory!

He feels indescribable joy in his heart, so much so that he can’t help but want to laugh.

Then, Harrison Clark suddenly realizes something.

Eh, am I not already dead?

What’s going on?

Although he had grown accustomed to dying multiple times, he knew that at the moment of death, there would be a residual consciousness that would fade away. But this time, the lingering consciousness seems unusually persistent, right?

Is it a special ability of the Galactic Human advanced form?

Are there really souls?

Does it mean that Galactic Humans can survive in soul form?

Damn, how do I return to the 21st century?

As he ponders, he suddenly feels his perspective becoming emptier and emptier, as if he’s floating out into the void. The feeling of suffocation in the vacuum has already disappeared silently.

Eh?

He looks around in confusion, but he only sees the vast cosmos, and even sees the Spherical Battleship below himself.

Now, Harrison Clark is genuinely bewildered.

The explosive thunderment had detonated in his mouth, so he should have been shattered first, and at most, he could have seen what happened for a ten- thousandth of a second through residual consciousness.

But not only did he see the whole process, he even floated out of the situation. What’s going on?

What’s happening? Am I going to ascend?

True soul out of the body? Thoughts leaving the body?

Impossible.

Human thinking cannot exist apart from the brain, and this is a scientific ironclad law.

Harrison Clark suddenly turns his head and sees the orange-yellow Dyson membrane in the Solar System, which is still operating smoothly as usual behind him.

It floats silently in space, constantly absorbing the immense solar energy.

It appears so indifferent, as if the survival of human civilization and the just- concluded Great War have nothing to do with it.

Yet on this incredibly vast Dyson membrane, countless energy-containing threads extend and connect to himself.

The threads intertwine and form an unstable, short-lived, special quantum structure that simulates brain neurons, carrying his consciousness.

In his heart, Harrison Clark vaguely senses a subtle emotion.

Affection, regret, pain…

He suddenly realizes.

The Dyson membrane, created by humans using biotechnology, has produced another form of superspace consciousness!

No wonder Radium had exhausted all methods to control the Dyson membrane completely.

Purely because the Dyson membrane, which is the largest semi-artificial and semi-natural creature ever created by humans, and perhaps even within the astronomic observation range of the Milky Way Galaxy, has undergone a mutation and generated a fundamental consciousness!

This massive biomembrane structure already possesses rudimentary thinking and even emotions, which is why Radium’s quantum intelligence could not penetrate it.

Now, his brief but real residual consciousness is due to the Dyson membrane providing him with energy and sharing a sense of existence.

Harrison Clark is deeply gratified, “Thank you for letting me see a few more seconds.”

“Let me see with my own eyes the Compound-Eyed Observer being blown apart in the process.”

The unstable quantum structure quickly collapses, and Harrison Clark’s world rapidly darkens.

He smiles, not knowing if he still has hands, and just waves at the Dyson membrane from afar, thinking to himself,

“See you next time.”

Everything returns to tranquility, and complete darkness.

April 26, 2020, early morning, Los Angeles.

In the bedroom of the top-floor suite in a five-star hotel opposite Mason Academy, Harrison Clark slowly opens his eyes.

His head feels heavy and throbs, his brain feels like it’s about to split apart.

Harrison Clark slowly sits up, forcing his eyes open. He feels dizzy and shaky, as if the room is spinning, and his body is cold.

He waves his hand, controlling the room’s intelligent system in English to open the electric curtains.

The curtains part with a slight hiss, and morning sunshine from outside filters in, shining on him, providing some warmth and comfort.

Harrison Clark begins to take deep breaths, and it takes about three or four minutes for him to recover.

He had never experienced this phenomenon before, and Harrison Clark isn’t certain if it’s that the 36% gene awakening level of the Galactic Human life class was too high, causing the process of rebuilding his body to become more complex.

Or if his exhaustion just before death was too great, during the process of rebuilding his body, the fatigue was transferred over along with it.

But the ultra-high-concentration lactic acid and other negative impacts on his body didn’t follow, which might be why the sense of fatigue was severed from his body’s real situation, and he couldn’t adapt, leading to a drunken dizziness sensation.

Thinking of this, Harrison Clark tries to call out in his heart, “Star?”

There is no response.

He touches his head again and carefully feels for the tickling sensation that was there at all times, but it’s gone.

He sighs, jumps off the bed, goes to the bathroom to wash his face first. The face in the mirror looks terribly pale but is quickly recovering.

He’s getting better.

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