I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World Chapter 205 – Chapter 205: Chapter 164: Holding Someone Accountable!

Chapter 205: Chapter 164: Holding Someone Accountable!

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Time is running out for humanity, so the mission and responsibility of elementary school students are not to be taken lightly.

Starting more than a decade ago, after passing their graduation exams, elementary school students would enter different jobs according to their personal interests and overall ability assessment. They would then work and study at the same time, striving to make more contributions before the final battle day.

Everyone is pressed for time, so Harrison Clark is honored to be the only student over twenty years old.

Fortunately, the virtual examination room is a separate room for each person, so he doesn't have to sit in a large examination room with an awkward crane standing in a flock, enduring the strange looks of others.

Unlike the 21st century, the difficulty of the entrance exam in this era is terrifying, much more challenging than college entrance exams in the past.

A total of eight subjects, with each subject testing lasting for four hours.

The entire exam lasts for two days.

Four subjects per day.

This means that each candidate must spend at least sixteen hours a day on the exam.

The remaining eight hours are for eating and resting.

In Harrison Clark's view from the twenty-first century, this intensity is almost inhumane and insane, a significant test of the candidates' willpower.

Still, the selection process is fair because everyone has the same intensity in their exams. If one's willpower can't hold up, it can only mean that the candidate's overall quality is not up to par.

According to the education department, by the time the final battle day arrives, many positions will be on the line between life and death, with even greater pressure and more brutal tests of willpower. The current exams are just the appetizers to get used to it early.

You cannot and should not complain about it.

Just as the arrival of the final battle day doesn't change due to human will, exams are no different: they are inevitable and must be faced.

Thinking that there are more real children who are suffering and struggling with him in this dangerous situation, Harrison Clark quickly reconciles with the situation.

He thought to himself, I can't be worse off than twelve-year-olds, can I?

Two days later.

He broke down.

The scores were announced immediately after the end of the examination.

As there were too many students participating in the exam, and it was a global unified examination, no scores list was posted. Instead, each student's score was sent directly to them.

Harrison Clark looked at the crimson characters on his score report, his expression neither joyful nor sad, but rather calm with a trace of sorrow and acceptance.

“Average score 94.2, failed. The total average score for global candidates is 94.35, with a passing rate of 21.77%. The passing rate has increased by 30.66% compared to previous averages.”

Harrison Clark covered his face in despair.

He didn't even catch up with the average score.

It was so hard to look at.

According to this data, on average, this generation of elementary school students has extremely high scores, hovering around 95 points.

With such a high average score and such a low passing rate, it can only be said that a vast majority fell short by just a tiny bit.

But that's not important. In short, he failed.

His personal communication system started buzzing again.

Many people sent him messages, asking about his situation, whether he had beaten elementary school students or kicked the young pioneers.

He didn't want to respond.

He didn't even know how to bring it up.

Harrison Clark saw this as a huge disgrace in his life, feeling utterly disheartened.

After some brief contemplation, he decided to give up on this resistance more decisively.

Not only giving up on the exam but also giving up on the series of overall plans after coming here this time, leaving them for the next time.

One must learn to accept reality.

He had worked very hard, but he only had a month, and he lost three days in the middle due to illness.

Although his gene awakening degree is high, those competing elementary school students are not bad either, and each of them has learned the same curriculum for six full years.

Harrison Clark comforted himself, saying that it wasn't his fault, but rather that his skills were inferior, and he willingly conceded defeat.

Sure enough, not long after, a document was sent to his communication system, a compulsory read.

This document was his notice of discontinuation, requiring him to pack up his belongings within three days, leave the military camp, return to his hometown, wait for the next volunteer registration, or become an assembly line worker and take up a job post.

Harrison Clark certainly wouldn't choose the second option.

But he really wasn't interested in becoming a volunteer again and joining the logistics corps.

Although Nora Camp said he still had a chance to learn from his shame, Harrison Clark really didn't want anything to do with it anymore.

In the new recruit base within the logistics corps system, there is no Morrowind System. Even if he successfully completes the training and boards the ship, it will be a logistics corps transport ship, and he won't be able to reach the front lines at all.

No matter how hard he tries, without control of the Morrowind System, he can only go around in circles within the logistics corps.

Losing one step at a time, it would be extremely challenging for him to jump out of the logistics corps and join the front-line fighters.

It's very possible that he would still be a transport soldier even on the final battle day.

For him, as long as he can't make it to the front-lines, it doesn't make much of a difference.

Instead of wasting time in the logistics corps, it would be better to strategically give up and take a step back. He would return to his hometown as a failure, using the following eleven months to focus on studying culture, trying to finish junior high and even high school courses. At the same time, he could collect more information, and with good luck, he might even find a breakthrough and bring some technology back to the past.

As long as he doesn't cause strong waves in the timeline like the S Bacteria catastrophe during his visit to the 21st century and controls the pace, he should be able to catch up during his next visit and take off again.

Not every time there will be such intense turmoil like the S Bacteria disaster.

As long as he doesn't fall into the same pit twice, that would be considered a success.After making the decision, Harrison Clark felt much relieved and began to send group reply messages.

“I have already failed. Please be assured, organization, I will not hold everyone back. This is where we part, take care of yourselves.”

Yes, since they couldn't fight side by side this time, there was no need for such deep feelings.

Harrison began to distance himself from others, drawing a clear line.

“Harrison, come here, we are waiting for you at the playground.”

As he walked out of the dorm, Daniel Thompson sent him a message.

Harrison didn't go, just saying that he was going to the infirmary for a comprehensive physical examination, and that he wouldn't be training anymore, as he had already been advised to leave.

Daniel didn't insist much, nor did he try to comfort him.

It was just a minor setback; as a man, it should be easy to face.

Harrison went to the medical area but not to the infirmary; instead, he waited downstairs for a while.

A man in a white lab coat came running down. It was the same medical staff member who had been wearing a protective suit next to his hospital bed when he had just woken up. This was Scott, the head of the Black Bear Training Base medical team, and an old acquaintance of Harrison's. They had exchanged contact information back then.

“Oh, you look quite refreshed.”

Scott greeted him warmly.

Harrison nodded, “Thanks to your all-out efforts to save me, otherwise the result might not have been the same. I came here to say goodbye, as I didn't pass the test and was advised to leave. In a few days, I'll have to go.”

Scott was taken aback, slightly startled, “Well, that's a shame.”

“It's okay, I came prepared. But I've learned my lesson. After I go back, I plan to thoroughly strengthen my cultural knowledge.”

“Well, as long as you have that mindset, I wish you smooth sailing.”

Harrison squinted slightly, “Of course, I won't give up easily. I will pursue excellence just like the top Fl drivers of a thousand years ago did.”

Scott's eyes lit up instantly, “You like Fl too?”

Harrison grinned, “Yeah. Do you?”

Scott exclaimed, “NICE! I've always wanted someone to talk about Fl with me. A thousand years ago, they could race around winding tracks at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, which is unbelievable. I even think that their reflexes were on par with our current fighters. But everyone else says I'm talking nonsense!”

Harrison nodded, full of righteous indignation, “They just lack vision and are ignorant.”

Scott agreed, “Yes, if I weren't so busy with my work, I would have written a scientific paper on Fl drivers. They are worth studying. By the way, who is your favorite?”

“Maicle.”

“Mine too!”

Unknowingly, the two like-minded individuals spent more than two hours chatting at the flower stand in the medical area.

Scott was a true racing fan.

As for Harrison, he came with the intention of pleasing him, and was knowledgeable about all these historical anecdotes.

Finally, when their conversation reached its end, Harrison brought up his request, “By the way, Scott, I'm afraid I need your help with something.”

“Tell me, brother.”

“You know, I still can't get over the fact that I was infected by S Bacteria. If it weren't for those three lost days, maybe I could have passed.”

“Sigh.”

“I've thought about it. After I go back, I will switch to the biomedical field. I want to research the S Bacteria Vaccine, I want to find out what happened to me, and why my antibodies suddenly disappeared. What's the difference between my natural antibodies and those artificially cultivated ones that people received through vaccination.”

Scott nodded, “Although I personally think this research direction may not be very valuable, I understand your feelings.”

“So, can you give me a detailed method for making the S Bacteria Vaccine and the DNA sequence information? You are an expert in medical and biological fields, so you should be able to get your hands on it, right?”

Scott hesitated for about ten seconds or so before saying, “It's not really classified information. I can give it to you discreetly. I'll send it to your smart assistant's email later.”

“Thank you so much.”

Harrison left, feeling satisfied.

He had finally accomplished something.

He now knew the whole process of the human confrontation with the S Bacteria.

As long as he wrote up the strategy and somehow managed to pass it on to Willian or another scholar 500 years later, it might speed up the human response, prepare humanity earlier, end the war sooner, reduce casualties, and mitigate the damage caused by the S Bacteria to human civilization.

Harrison believed that humanity might not need to reach such a desperate point. As long as they recognized the destructive power of the S Bacteria and managed to overcome it successfully, the enhancement of the human's spiritual attribute wouldn't be significantly reduced, and the World Government could still reveal the apocalyptic information.

This way, people in the 26th century could regain about twenty years of development time.

Of course, this would surely make it harder for him to catch up on the culture courses when he returned next time.

But he couldn't just stand by and do nothing when he knew he could make a difference.

A small decision could save billions of lives.

The importance of this is self-evident.

Getting ready to leave the infirmary, Harrison originally intended to return to his dormitory to pack his belongings, but he didn't make it.

Nora Camp came looking for him again.

“Come to my office, your teacher is waiting for you. You are the only student she had taking the primary school entrance exam. So now, on her tutoring record, the primary school entrance exam passing rate is zero percent. Be prepared. Martha Owen can have quite a temper.”

Great, Mr. Owen was here to criticize his unworthy student..

Chapter end