I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World Chapter 78 – Chapter 78: Chapter 77: You've Gone Too Far l

Chapter 78: Chapter 77: You've Gone Too Far l

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As expected, yet still surprising, Harrison Clark won the championship in short-distance sprinting and once again broke the historical record by a significant margin.

After his performance, the referees had already prepared the statistics from his previous two competitions.

He was far ahead of the combined scores of the second place, leaving no chance for others to catch up.

The atmosphere at the Black Bear Training Base was naturally jubilant, but Harrison seemed unaffected, his face calm.

Anyway, they would all die in a year, with less than a year left for the entire civilization. What would it matter if he left a historical record?

He didn't feel particularly desperate or sad about it. After all, he had already died three times and was becoming numb to the ups and downs of emotions this entails.

Still, the enthusiastic crowd came to congratulate him, so he decided to show some response by waving his hand and giving a perfunctory smile.

Daniel Thompson saw Harrison's reluctant smile and thought he was tired. Daniel rushed forward through the crowd, “Make way, make way. Harrison did so well in two consecutive rounds that he must be exhausted. Please let him rest.”

Harrison raised his hand to stop Daniel, “Don't worry, I'm fine. I didn't use a single peak acceleration, so I wasn't exhausted at all.”

Everyone:…

That's a bit much.

Showing off too much!

You improved the historical record by eighty percent, and yet you said it wasn't that hard for you?

“Well, it's a pity there's only one chance. Normally, in events like long jump, isn't it three attempts and the highest score counts? If they'd let me try again, I could have improved by another thirty percent.”

Professor Owen couldn't stand Harrison's excessive bragging and dragged him to the monitoring equipment, pointing at the huge 22G on it, “You didn't use peak acceleration? You used at least twenty 22Gs! You accelerated with 22G and then decelerated with 22G. If this were a real machine and not a simulator, you would be a meat paste now!”

Harrison retorted, “Aren't real machines supposed to be injected with serum?”

Professor Owen was suddenly speechless.

Everyone was shocked and speechless.

In the long-distance running competition, most participants managed to handle at least 12GS of acceleration, but for the short-distance sprint, no one had ever managed to reach a full 12G.

That's because they didn't want to overshoot and lower their scores.

However, Harrison used a staggering number of 22GS but managed to control it so well, keeping the distance with precision.

There's only one explanation: his timing in choosing when to accelerate and decelerate was absolutely perfect.

But for him to claim that he could still improve by thirty percent, don't people have to follow some basic rules when bragging?

Harrison was puzzled and asked Professor Owen, “Who told you that 22G is my limit?”

Professor Owen: “Huh?”

The conversation had derailed, and it couldn't be stopped.

If Harrison's tone had been more braggy when he said that, it wouldn't have been so jarring.

But he appeared calm, showing no signs of arrogance, yet his words were hard to accept, causing complete cognitive dissonance.

Silence.

A deathly silence fills the large training hall.

Not to mention the senior reserve soldiers preparing to compete, even elite coaches like Daniel Thompson began to doubt themselves.

Who are we?

Where are we?

What are we doing?

What's the purpose of all the hard training we've endured?

Harrison's record-breaking performance was discouraging rather than inspiring.

Fortunately, there was no live broadcast of anything other than the competition itself, or Harrison might have been blacklisted by the entire army.

“Harrison, come here for a moment.”

Unable to watch any longer, Nora Camp stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, calling him over.

Harrison had been keeping an eye on this attractive woman all along.

No matter what, seeing such a smartly dressed, commanding, and beautiful female soldier in a military base brimming with masculinity was a pleasure, both visually and mentally.He raised the corner of his mouth, intending to crack a harmless joke.

But then his expression froze.

On this girl's shoulder badge, there were tassels, and… such a huge five-pointed star!

It's even gilded!

Wait, let me think, let me calmly ponder for a moment.

If I remember correctly, this shoulder badge means that she's a Major General!

And, inside the whole Black Bear Training Base, there's only one Major General with the highest military rank.

So it means that I was just teasing the devilish big boss of the entire base mentioned by Lion, the General herself?

Harrison Clark felt he was in trouble.

He couldn't believe that the person who even made Lion nervous – the person in charge of the base – turned out to be a delicate looking big girl.

But when Harrison Clark took a closer look at Nora Camp, he thought that she wasn't exactly delicate, with her sword-shaped eyebrows and slightly pointed chin, giving her an imposing presence.

As she stood there, despite having a satisfied smile on her face, she radiated an aura of authority without even getting angry.

“Oh, alright.”

On the surface he appeared calm, but inside he was anxious as he followed Nora Camp out of the Training Building for the time being.

Nora Camp didn't scold him, though. She just told the staff to arrange a suitable nutritious meal for him, and then she sat down with her hands crossed, smiling as she watched him eat.

“Your next event is obstacle sprinting. It's different from the shuttle run. Obstacle sprinting tests your ability to change direction left and right. Eating too much can cause stomach discomfort.”

“Thank you very much.”

The more he spoke, the more mistakes he'd make. The safest approach now was to speak less and not give the General any chances to unleash her wrath.

But Nora Camp didn't plan to let him off that easily. “By the way, you mentioned earlier that you wanted to submit a report to follow me?”

“Ha…haha, just a joke. Don't worry about those details, and I'm already with you right now, right?”

Nora Camp nodded, “In a certain sense, yes. But I hope that the level of following me will not be limited to this.”

Harrison Clark asked in confusion, “I'm sorry, General, I don't understand what you mean.”

“It's fine, don't worry. Let's talk about it after your competition. Hmm, let's wait until you get the first place. I'll go and report your daily training situation to the leaders first.”

Looking at her mysterious demeanor, Harrison Clark thought that since there was a rule allowing those who won the top too places to choose their own serving battleship, the Major General might hope that he would join her battleship.

Harrison Clark had no opinion on this.

He wasn't planning to mindlessly choose her battleship just because Nora Camp was pretty.

He still planned to stick to his principles, considering everything for the sake of his survival time.

The longer he could live, the more information he could see.

At the moment, all of Harrison Clark's preparations wouldn't yield results until the very last moment.

About an hour later, he emerged from the simulator once again.

Without the slightest suspense, he still won the first place in the T800 Group overwhelmingly, while also raising the historical record by a full 1.2 times.

He really wasn't bragging.

This time, his highest acceleration parameter was 23G.

The other nineteen experts in his group no longer expected to win the first place in this round of competition. Instead, they were grateful to Harrison Clark.

It was precisely because of the existence of such an inhuman figure that they were able to fully unleash their potential, breaking their own personal records, and suddenly increasing their hopes of being at the top in this large-scale military competition.

Now there were only two events left.

Space combat in zero gravity conditions and ground combat in a relatively small indoor environment.

Logically, people shouldn't be optimistic about Harrison Clark at this point.

Even if his progress before this was horrifying, actual combat and skill training were completely different.

But many people didn't dare to voice their doubts, because their intuition told them that some geniuses really don't need to reason..

Chapter end