I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 988: Chapter 612: The Lost Youth, The Prolonged World [5000 words, thanks to the Alliance leader of Destiny Floral Art!]_3

This is the power of language, built on the foundation of written strength, and then sublimated by tone.

In fact, the speech deeply combines performance art, literature, and music, bringing spiritual power to its peak.

At this moment, everyone in the institute hears the same “speech” content, but there are differences in the details.

Each word subtly caters to the psychological needs of each institute member.

Every tremble and fluctuation of the voice, like the rhythm in “Morning Wind,” becomes able to pierce a person’s defenses ruthlessly, and at the same time, it’s tailored to different people’s characteristics in a point-to-point optimized rhythm.

Star’s finishing touch achieves its goal, and James Wright’s unexpected but precisely targeted mediocre speech becomes a “war song” surpassing the “Morning Wind,” deeply planted in people’s hearts.

Harrison Clark does not know the changes in the outside world, he just writes the second stroke in the symbols.

He throws away a piece of knowledge again.

Time passes, and in the blink of an eye, a year goes by.

The Corpse Planet is still accelerating under the pull of Worm Type 3, reaching 7,900 kilometers per second.

Harrison Clark finally discards all his knowledge except for the common sense he learned in the 21st century.

He forgets the principles of the armor he controlled in his previous nine lives, why the spaceships he rode could exceed the speed of light, he does not recognize the Corpse Planet, nor knows what tree-drilling heads absorbing himself are, and does not understand what his current state is. However, he remembers his memories in the floating symbols and knows to repeat previous operations. Like a fish man pulling scales from his body to build a sculpture, he gradually perfects this symbol step by step.

He finally comes to the time when he should forget people and things.

Freddy’s face flashed in Harrison Clark’s heart and vanished, turning into a stroke in the symbol.

Harrison Clark loses an important emotional anchor.

Indescribable heartache bursts forth in his heart.

He “fainted.”

When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself standing in a dense, fog-covered primeval forest.

Raising his head, he cannot see the sky, only a vast expanse of white fog.

The sunlight cannot penetrate the haze, only barely revealing the blurry contours of the surrounding objects.

Lowering his head, there are weeds all around and mud everywhere, with snakes, insects, mice, and ants occasionally darting by.

He turns around in place, vaguely finding a path-like non-pathway, winding towards the depths of the forest.

Harrison Clark tries to take a step forward, the cloud and mist churn, and the scenery changes dramatically.

The location where he previously stood is quickly covered by thorny vines, obscuring it completely.

A piece of cloth is torn from his clothes, hanging on the thorny vines.

There is no way back, only forward.

Harrison Clark continues to move forward, another piece of clothing is torn off.

Although the path ahead is clear yet hazy, his heart knows that the destination is there. He is like a lonely ghost led by the imperceptible chains of the Black and White Impermanence towards the bridge of helplessness, or like a young man lost in the forest, staggering forward step by step.

The clothes torn off by the thorns, hung all the way, serve as a signal for the lost traveler to mark the way they have passed.

As he continues to walk this way, Harrison Clark suddenly realizes something and asks himself a question.

“Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?”

After waiting for a long time, his resounding self-question and answer echo through the forest.

“I am Harrison Clark, I am from Oxfordshire, I am going to see my daughter.”

Time goes by, and he has no idea how far he has traveled.

He asks himself the three questions again but only gives one answer.

“I am Harrison Clark.”

Two years and seven months have passed in the outside world.

Eighteen Worm Type 3s are still spewing flames, continuing to advance towards the upper part of the Milky Way Galaxy. The speed has reached 280,000 kilometers per second and is slowly approaching the speed of light limit.

The front end of each Worm Type 3 is topped with an umbrella-shaped shield, absorbing or decomposing cosmic particles along the way.

Eighteen umbrella-shaped shields overlap, protecting the Corpse Planet behind them.

But this protection is not thorough enough.

Countless particles still mysteriously “appear out of thin air” on the path that the Corpse Planet is moving on, hitting the Corpse Planet hard.

The front surface of the planet is emitting blinding light under these violent collisions.

In the universe, the total amount of actual energy is relatively constant in an area, continuously emerging and disappearing in the gaps of triple space.

The energy levels of these extremely small real energy particles are much lower than those of quarks and string waves.

When ordinary objects move, they cannot sense the existence of real energy particles at all because they have an existence time that is too short.

When the object hits them, there isn’t enough time for kinetic energy exchange to exist, and the real energy particles have already faded and vanished.

But when the speed of matter reaches the speed of light, it will show obvious collision features.

In fact, humans found evidence of real energy particle existence as early as the 20th century – the upper limit of vacuum light speed.

It is the collision between real energy particles and light that limits the speed of light to 300,000 kilometers per second.

In transparent materials such as liquids or glass, due to the increased density of large real energy particle groups, real energy particles that exist in an area are denser and further limit the speed of light.

If not for the obstruction of real energy particles, the theoretical upper limit of light speed in absolute vacuum should be infinitely large.

However, the impact of real energy particles is not the cause of the greatest harm to the Corpse Planet.

The real killer is the interaction between the original three-dimensional space and speed.

The originally spherical Corpse Planet is forcibly elongated by speed, like a belt-shaped meteor.

The Primitive Gene Research Institute is located at the rear of the Corpse Planet and will not be affected by the impact of real energy particles.

The shell material of the institute can also withstand the heat emitted from the front.

At this moment, the originally disc-shaped institute has turned into a bullet shape.

If there’s an onlooker with the ability to see through, they would find that the people inside have all become elongated “noodle people.” The equipment has also undergone significant deformation, and the entire image is similar to forcibly stretching a 4:3 aspect ratio image to 100:3.

However, the people in the institute are completely unaware of this.

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