I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 296:

Chapter 296: Chapter 214: Competition !

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Harrison Clark was really settled in Nora Camp’s closet.

The closet space was not cramped, very spacious, about seven or eight square meters, and it was a walk-in closet that needed to go up a few steps.

In the closet, various uniforms, combat suits, ceremonial military uniforms, and a small number of casual clothes hung neatly, as well as some simple and plain high-performance underwear.

Harrison Clark’s new large culture tank was placed right in the middle, about seven meters in a straight line from Nora Camp’s bed, facing each other.

Her reason was full enough, placing it in a place where she could see it as soon as she opened her eyes was the most reassuring.

She definitely did not close the closet door; she had to keep it open at all times.

After all, he was too important now but had no ability to protect himself.

Harrison Clark reluctantly believed her reason.

He didn’t have to worry too much about loneliness and boredom, as Nora Camp gave him the highest intercommunication privilege.

Harrison Clark could switch to Nora Camp’s personal Al assistant view at any time, follow her field of vision to observe the situation in the base, know who she was talking to and what she was doing, and could use near-field quantum communication to chat with her at will, but Harrison Clark would not bother her casually.

The cost of Giant Wave Vertical Team for this operation was too large, and rebuilding was no easy task. Nora Camp was very busy.

Other than Nora Camp, when Harrison Clark was extremely bored, he could communicate with Daniel Thompson, Marthus, and other members of the original squad and his Special Operations Team.

These people were all granted with the knowledge of his survival.

Harrison Clark didn’t have much free time, though. He had a lot of things to do.

First, he spent a good half day organizing his first-person battle footage, and tried to embed a voice explanation of his own at almost every key step, describing his specific physical sensations and decision-making processes in his mind when completing these tasks.

The so-called key operations were those that he himself could easily complete, but others could not, due to the subtle controls or high-intensity maneuvers.

But he quickly gave up on this impractical plan.

There were too many keys!

Even the most basic turning required dozens or even hundreds of details, which were completely different from how others performed them.

Galactic Humans and ordinary humans had essential differences, with a huge gap in their movement instincts, let alone the more complex tactical thinking evolutions.

If he pursued perfection, it would take him a whole year to analyze a five-minute video, and more than half of the things inside were not learnable by others.

Helplessly, Harrison Clark lowered his psychological expectations and selected nearly a hundred not-so-key but possibly learnable micro-skills for ordinary soldiers.

Harrison Clark said, no matter how mysterious things he did, if others could not learn from them, they were all considered as waste products.

As long as he didn’t have to attend elementary school, he was so confident and arrogant.

Under the Freedom Front guerrilla system, pure humanoid Hawk Armor placed more emphasis on pure combat instincts, with lower demand for basic knowledge. Staying in the army did not require an elementary school diploma, so he really had no learning pressure.

With this stronger level of technology, Harrison Clark felt that the elementary school diploma wouldn%39t be easy, although it could be barely learned, but it was impossible without working hard for three to five months.

He didn’t prepare to skip school, and planned to learn later.

He sent the painstakingly created training tutorial to Nora Camp, who would forward it to all other Vertical Formations.

After that, Harrison Clark planned to open the “historical records,” but Nora Camp replied with a message, “This tutorial is a big help, but I have to change your voice line to Daniel Thompson’s. Daniel Thompson was your direct instructor before and trained you for more than a month, so in theory, he should be the one who knows your combat style best. This can barely explain why he can decipher your combat video. After all, we can’t expose the fact that you’re still alive for the time being. Is that okay?”

Harrison Clark didn’t care:

“It’s fine. It’s nice to leech some heat from Lion, it’s all trivial stuff.”

“Yeah.”

A few seconds after both of them disconnected, Daniel Thompson indeed knocked in again.

“Um… Harrison Clark.”

“Yeah? Lion, what’s up?”

“You know what’s going on, right?”

“I know.”

“Ah, it’s really embarrassing. I was determined not to agree, but the captain said that’s the only way. Ah, I really have no face to face people.”

Daniel Thompson sounded very guilty.

Harrison Clark could probably imagine Lion’s blushing, angry face on the other side.

The tall and burly Daniel Thompson was forced to do something like this, as if he was stealing someone’s achievement and replacing it with his own. It must have been painful for him.

Harrison Clark laughed out loud, “Lion, it’s not that serious.”

Daniel Thompson sighed, “Ah!”

Harrison Clark’s generosity made him feel even more ashamed.

Harrison Clark continued, “Lion, why are you sighing? This is your chance! You’ve been mediocre for too long; it’s time for you to step onto the stage of history and become the strongest human instructor! Hahaha! Believe in yourself, you can do it.”

Daniel Thompson: ???

“Lion, don’t belittle yourself. Heroes are made by circumstances; the time has come for you to make a name for yourself. As you rise, many people will see you as an idol; you must hold on, or it will hurt the military morale. I believe in your shamelessness and think you can handle it. Just don’t lower your head too much, or the crown will fall.”

Daniel Thompson: ?!!

Lion’s mentality really collapsed, and he wondered where the comfort was.

But he thought carefully and blamed himself for being too greedy. He took someone else’s achievements without any complaints, and expected them to forgive him. That was a bit too much..