I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 711
Chapter 711: Chapter 437: Not Participating in the War【5400 Words】_3
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He was not so arrogant as to think that he alone could match a massive army.
As for his war experiences, though seemingly important, they had already been left in the “Preface Code” of the Madman’s Conjectures Collection, unearthed, and thoroughly studied and analyzed by scholars, military leaders, political leaders, think tanks, and so on throughout the ages.
Thus, Harrison Clark now realized that he was not as important as he had imagined.
If the most advanced human weapons were not individual soldiers’ equipment, then his presence or absence would not make much difference.
It was only a matter of days before the Compound-Eyed Observer would arrive at Proxima Centauri.
It was even possible that the Observer’s fleet had already entered the Orion Arm, but was still in the state of long-distance space folding and not detected by human monitoring.
Even if he blew his cover on the spot and forced scientists to develop individualized weapons for him alone, there would not be enough time.
Engineering greatly emphasizes the accumulation of experience.
This kind of experience is not merely the application of simple technology, but also includes an accumulation of various creative ideas.
The core of engineering lies in how to combine the cutting-edge technologies of the current era in a scientific and rational way, to achieve certain functions in a stable and reliable manner, satisfying human needs.
Although the process of combining technology may seem dull and boring, it is actually full of creativity and inspiration. It is not art, yet akin to it, such as the invention of the airplane by the Wright Brothers or the internal combustion engines by Karl Benz and such.
Each invention and creation in engineering, seemingly filled with the smell of machine oil, is a manifestation of top engineers’ artistic talents.
Quantum Intelligence can accumulate some experience in technical application through simulation, helping humans take fewer detours, but to achieve innovations that meet human needs, it still needs humans to come up with them.
Nowadays, humanity’s design philosophy for battle armor is still stuck half a millennium ago.
There is a huge gap between the technological levels of different eras.
The mechanisms of components are different, and past experience cannot be used. If Harrison Clark were to ask others to design individual soldier armor for him, it would require starting from scratch.
It is unrealistic to fill a 500-year technological gap within a month, allowing individual weapons to catch up or even surpass other types of troops.
Without the most suitable and perfect equipment, he would not be able to demonstrate his full strength even if he went to the front lines.
If he were to settle for less and chose to board a battleship and become a carrier-based soldier, it would be even more pointless.
With his command skills, he could barely manage to serve as a fleet commander.
However, he was very self-aware, knowing that he did not possess the same level of talent and gift as Nora Camp, and might not do a better job than others.
If he took the risk and went to the front lines, his bold appearance might be impressive, but if he accidentally died early in battle, or worse, was captured alive, it would be a disaster.
After careful consideration, Harrison Clark weighed various factors and decided not to participate in the war personally. Instead, he would hide in the shadows, quietly steal information through Scarlett’s resonance channel, continuously collect data, and hope to obtain more vital information.
The war between humanity and the Angular Warships would last for a long time.
With so many different types of warships and fighter planes, and various guns and missiles, even if they couldn’t destroy the Angular Warships, the explosions and energy shocks caused by each skirmish would vary to some extent.
Scientists would also continue to analyze and try to find more effective means of attack.
For example, what if a shockwave created by the explosion of a unique material from a certain planetary system could cause the Angular Warships’ energy shields to oscillate violently?
Or what if the secretion of a creature from a low-level civilized planet could corrode the hull of the Angular Warships after being continuously purified and strengthened?
Although these were events with a very low probability, Harrison Clark had to maintain hope.
In any case, his existence could give meaning to the defeat suffered in this timeline.
He could remember these important matters and bury the clues in the history of the next timeline, making human development more focused.
His existence could amplify the tiniest breakthroughs made by humanity infinitely.
But if he died ahead of time, he would not know whether humanity succeeded or failed in this timeline.
If they succeeded, he wouldn’t know, and his changes in the next attempt might lead to failure.
If they failed and he didn’t see it, he wouldn’t be able to learn from experience, rendering his sacrifice in vain.
Thus, he represented the bottom line of human resistance value.
As long as he was alive, failure could gain meaning, and he could figure out how to maintain success in the next attempt.
In the past, Harrison Clark had no choice, so he had to go.
Now that he had a choice, he could think more before making a decision.
He had found a sufficient reason to persuade himself.
Therefore, he changed his mind, deciding to be more utilitarian and become a “cold observer” hidden in the shadows.
Harrison Clark reopened the star map and looked at the projection with more comprehensive information.
At this point, 1,024 star gates and 14,358 colonial star systems had been marked.
Each colonial star system’s name was followed by an expansion bar. When opened, it showed the comprehensive parameters of development weighted by Scarlett, including estimated population, the distribution of population ratios, industrial production capacity index, scientific research capability index, achievement transformation capability index, art and culture index, existing military strength index, and military potential comprehensive assessment, among others.
Each evaluation index could be further refined. For example, the existing military strength index was composed of detailed indices such as the number of ships of different sizes and scales, ship tech levels, overall quality of soldiers, weight of special weapons, and weighted evaluations of commanders.
Although the accuracy of Scarlett’s current assessments was not high enough, and there were many errors, as time went on and the information became more comprehensive, her conclusions would come closer to reality.
Harrison Clark casually clicked on a prosperous planetary system, and the star map’s scale automatically zoomed in, focusing on the nearby view of the star system.
“Total population size: 55.65454… billion people. Workers: 37.1551… billion people. Industrial distribution of workers: …”
A complex planetary civilization was succinctly summarized by this long string of numbers.
Clark withdrew from the planetary system, and his view returned to the vast territory of the Morrowind Empire.
His eyes, filled with an indescribable sense of sorrow, guilt, and anticipation, gazed intently like a burning star.
He thought of the timeline when humanity was trapped to die in the Solar System once again.
He took a deep breath, contemplating in silence.
Together, they are a fire; apart, they are stars scattered across the sky.
As I gaze at the night sky, I always imagine the faces of each individual.
I caused the destruction of the Solar System and got a brand-new Morrowind Empire in return.
But I don’t think it’s just my accomplishment alone.
Merit is merit.
Mistakes are mistakes.
I don’t care what future generations say; I only ask myself if I can do better.
If possible, I still hope to save the Solar System.
I will face my achievements and mistakes and truly take on the responsibility of a leader again.
I will no longer have even the slightest thought of being forced to act against my will.
I will respect my own choices. I will no longer fear responsibility, pain, mistakes, or hesitation.
This time, I will stand idly by!
On October 17, 3020, a fleet of 999,999 Angular Warships appeared a light-year away from Proxima Centauri, arriving ten days earlier than in the previous timeline’s arrival at the Solar System.
The war began.
Harrison Clark’s Morrowind No.2 was in the pitch-dark universe, less than five light-years away from the battlefield, heading toward a seemingly empty planetary system ahead.
There, there was an unmanned space junkyard.
