I Really Didn t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 714

Chapter 714: Chapter 439: There Are No Everlasting Banquets in the World_2

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On the surface, it seemed no different from the Quark synthesizer, but when Harrison Clark used it to replicate the special parts of mutated animals in his isolation storage, it succeeded.

The snake gallbladder batteries, which used to decrease in number with each use, started to grow rapidly in number again.

Although the reserve energy was only half of the original snake gallbladder battery, some core genetic features of the ZS Bacteria could still be preserved.

Harrison Clark already had light wings to store energy and had gradually picked up some biological batteries with surplus electricity produced by the third, fourth, and fifth-generation Dyson membranes. However, the snake gallbladder battery had a different significance.

It was an important biological sample, containing secrets that Harrison Clark and humanity had to decode.

It’s worth mentioning that in the 27th century, humans had sent intelligent gathering ships back to Earth to search for survivors and collect samples.

But by then, Sergey had become a clone and had no intention of leaving.

Moreover, there were no intact versions of the ZS Bacteria in the remaining animals on Earth, and humans didn’t find any useful information, so they returned empty-handed.

Time passed day by day, and both Harrison Clark’s and Freddy’s Galaxy Armor and engineering parts looked more and more like a motley crew and increasingly punk.

The performance of Morrowind No.2 kept improving, even its shell was transformed considerably by Harrison Clark’s tinkering, making it look like it was covered in patches, quite “retro.”

But Harrison Clark was a practical person, and he didn’t care if it looked bad.

After all, if the structural strength index could increase, it must be a good thing.

So, he tirelessly fixed any good materials he found directly onto Morrowind No.2.

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Gold was everywhere, after all!

It should be said that not all credit belonged to him alone.

Freddy proved to be unexpectedly skilled.

In the first few days, Harrison Clark didn’t trust him and always asked Scarlett to guide and force Freddy to follow him through simulated images.

But later, Harrison Clark realized that although he appeared dumb, Freddy’s proficiency in operating battle armor and engineering machinery was no less than his own: steady steps, smooth flight, and dismantling cutting equipment without difficulty.

Some 30th-century discarded parts, whose structural principles Harrison Clark couldn’t figure out after pondering for a long time, came into Freddy’s hands easily. With a snap, he understood the structural principles and effortlessly disassembled them without damaging a single small component.

And that wasn’t the end.

Harrison Clark tentatively gave Freddy the autonomy to modify his own equipment.

Just two days later, Harrison Clark discovered that the overall performance of Freddy’s Galaxy Armor and engineering parts had reached 180% of his own.

As expected from the terrifying clone who inherited Sergey’s freakish genes, his talent in engineering and physics was no joke.

Even though he couldn’t read, and his brain didn’t understand language, relying merely on his intuition, he was far more advanced than a high school graduate like Harrison Clark from the eighth timeline.

Mr. Clark once considered himself a genius, prideful of his ability to complete high school in such a short time.

Now, he was humbled.

Comparing oneself with others is a recipe for despair.

Mr. Clark, having a clear understanding of his situation, demoted himself to a junior technician and shamelessly put on Freddy’s modified equipment the very next day when they went out to scavenge.

However, three days later, Freddy’s equipment performance once again surpassed his by a large margin.

This time, Harrison Clark didn’t snatch other people’s equipment; he just asked Scarlett to give Freddy a new instruction to take care of both of their equipment upgrades simultaneously.

Since then, Harrison Clark would often be in the middle of a task when Freddy would suddenly appear behind him.

Freddy would tear off one of his battle armor’s arms or legs or disconnect Harrison Clark’s power supply, open his main equipment box, and with sparks and lightning fly around while he modified it before closing the lid and leaving.

Harrison Clark would then check the result.

Hey!

Power increased by 12%!

Hey!

Agility increased by 15%!

Hey!

Energy output and structural stability also…

Hehehe…

Anyway, Harrison Clark was amazed by Freddy’s incredible talent and creativity.

He understood even more deeply why Sergey could always achieve miraculous things in the 26th century.

Freddy still couldn’t read, and his language center remained completely stagnant, yet he could already achieve so much.

How insane would the complete Sergey Ponomarenko be?

It was a tragedy for such genius to be suppressed!

If you were born in the 31st century, would I still have to rely on Martha Owen?

Harrison Clark had completely indulged in the blissful life of having a technical expert by his side. When he thought of Freddy’s life that was ending in just over six months, he couldn’t help but feel heartbroken and miserable.

Unknowingly, since he landed on Star 9175, seven months had passed.

During these seven months, he raided over two hundred planets in total and almost replaced all the parts of Morrowind No.2 and Galaxy Armor.

Morrowind No.2’s shape had changed from a spindle shape to a date pit shape, with a more slender, larger body, stretching up to 55 kilometers in length, but its stealth capabilities had been further enhanced.

Harrison Clark’s harvest was rich, but it was still not enough.

He still couldn’t get the performance of supercurved motion and couldn’t use the Stargate safely and effectively.

Meanwhile, during these seven months, Harrison Clark only spent a little time paying attention to the war outside.

He didn’t ask Scarlett, and he asked her not to report it proactively.

It wasn’t that he was cold-hearted, but since there was really nothing he could do, he thought it was better not to watch and cause pointless sadness that would interfere with his judgment.

As for the possibility of being discovered by the Compound Eye Civilization’s battleship ahead of schedule?

He was worried about it.

But there was still nothing he could do, so he could only put his hope in luck.

There were only two people, him and Freddy, in this garbage field star belt. Harrison Clark speculated that even if the Compound-Eyed Observer detected their presence, they wouldn’t care too much.

The Compound-Eyed Observer’s main task now should be to sweep through densely populated star systems, trying to crush human vitality as much as possible, and continuously suppress human resistance capabilities.

A garbage field with only two people living in it was simply not worth mentioning, so Harrison Clark believed that he was still safe for now.

With Freddy and Scarlett’s help, Harrison Clark could feel more at ease in further transformation of Morrowind No.2, continuously improving the performance of his equipment, striving to catch up with the current shipbuilding level of humanity using the scraps.

But good days ultimately came to an end.

All good things must come to an end.

The day of Freddy’s life ending was getting closer and closer.

Freddy was still working numbly and diligently, but his movements were getting slower, his performance increasingly dull, and sometimes he would even stay still in one place for half an hour with a painful expression.

When he recovered, however, it was as if nothing had happened, and he continued to work.