I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World Chapter 79 – Chapter 79: Chapter 78: Numb From Habit 1

Chapter 79: Chapter 78: Numb From Habit 1

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“Harrison Clark, you have already gained a huge advantage in the first three events. As long as you don't make any major mistakes in the last two events and don't get two zero scores, you are basically guaranteed a place in the top 100 of the entire army,”

In the small temporary combat meeting room, Daniel Thompson was repeatedly advising Harrison Clark on the precautions for space combat and ground combat.

Professor Owen and Nora Camp were also present in the meeting room, whereas Martha Owen and representatives from Ancient Civilization Research Institute were listening online.

Now, Harrison Clark possessed extremely high research value.

Not only because of his 100% adaptability but also due to his horrifying talent. The competition format was slightly different from what Harrison Clark originally thought. Instead of fighting each other, it was a battle between humans and virtual opponents.

The twenty contestants each had their own identical arena, where they had to defeat virtual opponents generated by data simulations on their own.

The virtual opponents were set to the same parameters as the Azure Dragon Armor, and their acceleration levels were constantly set at 15G.

The contestants had to continue defeating the virtual opponents in front of them.

Defeat one, then face two simultaneously. Deal with two, then face three at the same time.

The number of opponents increased with each round, continuing in this manner.

The competition ended under two conditions: the contestant persevering for an hour or being hit consecutively, damaged in vital areas, and judged by the system as dead or losing combat capabilities.

The scoring method was also straightforward: the contestants would be scored based on the number of virtual opponents they defeated and the extent of their injuries.

The rules for scoring space warfare and indoor ground warfare were identical.

The essence of both types of battles was the same. The ground battles were conducted indoors, simulating the situation in space combat, such as in space stations or inside large spaceships with gravitational environments.

According to the military's strategic guidance, if the war had progressed to ground battles, then humanity would have already lost.

“In short, everything you need to know is here, off you go.”

After finishing the instructions, Daniel Thompson waved his hand with a grand gesture of sending someone off on a long journey.

“Hold on.” Nora Camp stood up.

“What are your orders, General Camp?” Harrison Clark asked obediently.

Nora Camp thought for a moment, “Although you have an advantage in terms of hard power and operation level, actual combat is different from simple maneuvering operations, and includes fighting skills and resource utilization Don't underestimate those datsimulated virtual opponents either. Each simulated soldier has entered the fighting skills and combat instincts of the regular commandos, so don't underestimate them. If you feel like you can't hold on, don't force yourself – after all, you've already gained a lot of points in the first three events.”

Upon hearing this, Daniel Thompson chimed in, “That's right. Although your talent is high, you haven't practiced fighting skills. Although advanced medical treatments are available now and can heal injuries as long as you don't die, a lengthy recovery time could delay your future progress.”

Following suit, Professor Owen added, “Oh yes, and there's a difference between armored combat and regular combat. To master the combination of the two, even for you, it would take at least a month, or no, two to three weeks of training – and that's provided you have already mastered mature fighting techniques.”

Harrison Clark thought to himself that it was a complicated issue.

Others' concerns were a sign of goodwill, and it was hard to refuse them.

However, in reality, everyone's concerns were quite unnecessary.

But at this point, mere words wouldn't be enough; it was better for him to demonstrate his skills in the ring instead.

“Alright, I'll remember everything you said. Rest assured, I'll be careful,” It was only when he entered the rarely used special combat simulator in the base that everyone began to feel nervous.

But their nerves lasted for less than five minutes.

Harrison Clark had never experienced space combat in a zero-gravity environment before. Especially when his virtual opponent used a metal rod from the spaceship's porthole as a weapon, catching him off guard. But his panic didn't last long. After steadying himself, he quickly adapted to the space warfare environment and applied the magnetic system ingeniously. Using the positive and negative tractions on the warship's metallic surface and disrupting the opponent's movements with magnetism.

It took him less than five minutes to go from being a beginner to being proficient in these intricate operations.Even more crazily, he completely broke his promise to be careful, constantly raising his own acceleration to 23G, and even occasionally reaching the terrifying peak of 23.5G.

As for the hand-to-hand combat skills that everyone was worried about, it was never a problem from the start. He only lacked the experience of combining armor combat with real-life combat, and then he bridged that gap in just five minutes.

As long as the game does not allow the use of long-range weapons, he would be undefeated, no matter how many opponents he faced.

Consequently, this space combat simulation battle became a bloodbath with no suspense at all.

Both sides had different G values, making their fighting capabilities on completely different levels.

As time went by, when the other players could only withstand up to six opponents before being declared losers and kicked out of the room, Harrison Clark had already been evading twelve opponents for quite some time.

He skillfully utilized his advantage in speed, and made full use of the terrain on the battleship's surface, sometimes retreating like a fish and sometimes striking back like a ghost, then breaking his opponents one by one.

Even if the program for simulating opponents had incorporated cooperative attacking techniques, Harrison Clark simply didn't give them any opportunities to work together against him.

An hour passed, and the number of opponents in front of him finally maxed out at fifteen.

Upon exiting the simulator, he sighed with regret, “Ah, there just wasn't enough time. If I had ten more minutes, I could've taken down all fifteen of them.”

The Training Building became eerily quiet.

Everyone had grown numb to Harrison's absurd remarks.

“How does it feel?”

Though no one else spoke, Professor Owen, as Harrison's operating assistant, had to make some kind of response.

Harrison seriously pondered for a while before giving his evaluation: “It's all just datbased stuff, and the adaptability is not as good as real people. As long as you find a pattern, it's easy to take on ten or even fifteen opponents at once However, I believe real people wouldn't be so easily defeated. If the simulated opponents didn't chase me so relentlessly and instead stuck together more firmly, I would be at a loss. Simply put, it's no big deal.”

Professor Owen turned his face away, thinking that he shouldn't have asked.

As the representative of the Yellowstone Research Institute, Martha Owen laughed uncontrollably in her private chat with Nora Camp; “You've got quite a talent in this subordinate of yours. If anyone else tried to talk like him, they'd be asking for a beating. But when he says it, it seems like it's only natural.” Nora Camp chuckled, “Isn't that just like how we used to be?”

Martha Owen carefully pondered, “No, there's still a slight difference. He's even more arrogant than we were. But this feeling is familiar to us; it's the loneliness that comes from being at the top.”

Time passed, and another hour and a half went by. When the sun set on the western horizon, the military-wide T8oo Group competition came to an end. Unlike previous years, even though the T8oo Group's competition garnered a lot of attention, participants still constantly entered other competitions in order to maintain the efficiency of the overall game.

But this time, on the one hand, it was because Harrison Clark's acceleration was so high that it occupied too much of the central-brain computing power, forcing the military to reduce the number of simultaneously running competition divisions. On the other hand, there were too many participants who were eagerly waiting to watch his competition, and thus they were reluctant to enter their own matches.

As a result, by this point, less than a quarter of the total military competition had just been completed. In the past, these competitions would have been finished in two or three days, but this time they might have to be extended to four or five days.

However, no one blamed Harrison Clark for occupying too many social resources.

The reason is simple: the significance of genius to an era is that it can raise the limits of people's horizons and further improve the overall performance of the environment.

Perhaps it was really due to his stimulation, or it could be that the other contestants had finally reached the crucial point after their arduous training, but the overall performance in this competition was much stronger than in ' previous years.

However, no matter how strong the others were, the top spot in the military competition had already been predestined.

To celebrate Harrison Clark's resounding victory, Nora Camp took the lead and invited all military officers with the rank of lieutenant and above at the base to attend the celebration party on the top floor of the cafeteria building.

Of course, this included Harrison Clark himself, as well as the newly promoted lieutenants.

At the banquet, Harrison Clark wore his newly tailored uniform. He also received his own officer's certificate and epaulets, signifying that he had completely left the ranks of new soldiers.

From now on, he would be a true military officer within the military system.

To him, titles were just empty and virtual things.

What mattered was that he had finally obtained the freedom of time.

This was the best benefit he could ever ask for..

Chapter end