I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 322 - 223: Farewell to Mr. Connor 2

Chapter 322: Chapter 223: Farewell to Mr. Connor 2

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Harrison Clark was slightly startled.

This 170-year-old monster had something remarkable, a keen sense of perception.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Nora Camp hurriedly intervened, “Teacher, don’t get me wrong. Harrison is just a rookie who has this attitude towards everyone, he wouldn’t possibly…”

Old Mr. Connor raised his hand to interrupt her, squinting at Harrison, “I want to hear his explanation, not yours.”

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the conference room turned tense.

It seemed that if Harrison answered wrongly, he would be treated like an enemy by the Titan Institute.

Harrison remained calm, smiling, “You already know that I am a Galactic Human, so why are you asking who I am?”

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then slowly realized.

Suddenly, he burst into tears.

As he cried, he shouted, “I knew it would be like this! After human genes awaken to 35%, incredible changes will occur, entering a brand new stage that we have never heard of or even imagined! The brain can even establish a subtle connection with the universe! But why did you come so late! Why! If you were born a hundred years earlier, if you could just have a few more descendants like you, we would have more warriors and scientists like you, what would we have to fear from radium? I hate it!”

Mr. Connor sobbed for a long time, tears and snot flowing freely.

No one could console him.

Harrison understood his feelings.

He had lived for 170 years and was a rare living fossil in this day and age.

He had witnessed the complete Hundred Years’ War without missing a second.

He watched as the human population dwindled from its peak of twenty billion to the current three billion surviving in exile, and four billion enslaved; it would be strange if he didn’t harbor any frustration.

It took a long while for Mr. Connor to recover and introduced himself briefly, “Hello, my name is Bernal Connor. From today on, I will be the science officer of the Giant Wave Vertical Team and Harrison Clark’s personal science assistant, responsible for maintaining his equipment, monitoring his physical health, and collecting gene samples at appropriate intervals.”

Harrison:

My assistant Bart Owen and his team, along with Dr. Scott Mitchell and several female medical staff from the Life Science Research Institute, are on their way.”

Nora Camp nodded solemnly, “Thank you all for your effort.”

Mr. Connor: “Don’t mention it, Captain Camp, go ahead with your work. Harrison and I hit it off right away, and we’ll handle the rest ourselves. I’ll come to your workshop later.”

As soon as Nora Camp left, Mr. Connor asked Harrison to quickly put on the enhanced Hawk Armor.

Harrison switched to the close-fitting armor mode and performed a few simple small-range maneuvers in the small conference room. It was excellent; custom-made equipment proved to be more useful, with performances enhanced in all aspects, making it easier to control.

It was a pity that the space was too narrow to summon the assault mode or ultimate mode, nor could he test the pseudo-curvature engine.

Harrison cupped his fists, “Thank you.”

The old man looked at him happily but showed a weird expression, both gratified and disappointed.

“Spit it out, old Mr. Connor.”

“Ah, why did you choose to be a warrior instead of a researcher? Since you were able to gain the favor of cosmic wisdom and silently capture additional information, it would be much better if you were into scientific research.”

Harrison secretly rejoiced, gotcha!

“I can’t help it; I was born for battle. My lifelong ambition is to die on the battlefield.”

“Ah!” The old man sighed heavily, clutching his head, “Although your ambition is commendable, I’m still not quite satisfied.” Alll 𝒍𝒂test nov𝒆l𝒔 on novelb𝒊n/(.)c𝒐m

Harrison patiently induced, “You are a scientist, and I understand. In fact, recently, since I haven’t been able to train, I’ve been learning in my spare time, trying my best to achieve something in science.”

The old man’s face lit up with joy, “Really?”

“Absolutely!”

“How far have you gotten in your studies now? Have you passed the master’s assessment? How long will it take you to get your doctorate? Twenty years ago, when I was at the Titan Institute, my students were known for their fast graduation. Let me teach you!”

Harrison remained expressionless, “Don’t bother, I know what I’m doing. Let’s discuss it when I have something to show. All you need to know is that as a Galactic Human, I must have extraordinary qualities.”

We can still be friends if we don’t talk about this.

Doctorate?

I didn’t even graduate from elementary school, okay!

Thankfully, he didn’t slip up or he would have to show the old man his elementary school essays, and would Mr. Connor take them seriously?

Mr. Connor believed him, “That’s true.”

Harrison patted his shoulder, “Never mind that for now. How about a couple of drinks to celebrate our friendship?”

Old Mr. Connor’s eyes lit up, “Great!”

The Atom Therapy Device instantly produced Vodka, along with appetizing plates of roast duck, peanuts, and spicy dried tofu…

The conference room table was fully covered with them!

The two began to chat passionately.

Harrison subtly probed for more information.

After a while, he learned that the old man had actually made a great sacrifice by coming here.

Mr. Connor had an extensive family in the Titan Institute, with nearly 300 descendants, most of whom were engaged in scientific research.

Many people shed tears when they sent him off.

Mr. Connor’s life was already nearing its end; he wouldn’t return until he achieved the final victory against radium.

So, from the moment he left the Titan Institute, it was practically certain he would die out here.

This reunion was a permanent farewell.

“Ah!”

“Ah!!”

The two brothers, whose ages were nearly 150 years apart, sat in the conference room, sharing vodka and snacks. Each had their own sorrows.

My great-great-great granddaughter just turned one-month-old! I barely got to hold her!” Old Mr. Connor poured another shot for himself and sighed.

Harrison watched as half of his face turned red, then suddenly asked, “Old man, actually, with your status, you didn’t have to come here in person, right? We had heard that you were Martha Owen’s assistant; did your project team encounter an insurmountable problem? Is that why you left disheartened?”

If the old man was still in his prime, he would have definitely sensed Harrison s probing intent behind these words.

But now, he was almost drunk.

Drinking does lead to mistakes, an eternal truth.

Harrison was ruthless, even grilling a 170-year-old man at the drinking table.

Who could withstand this?

“Yes! We were completely stuck, never before have we encountered such an obstacle. Utterly desperate. But no, we shouldn’t have been able to discover this phenomenon; it is beyond human technology by chance. Belch…”

The old man rubbed his face while speaking, as if recalling unbearable past events..