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

Chapter 503: Chapter 330: Returning to the Old Place, Testing Combat Power [Extra Update] 1

No need to calculate the scores anymore; the result had already been etched into the hearts of everyone present.

Although the types of enemies encountered in the simulations and their battle strategies differed greatly, the overall strength of the competition remained remarkably consistent.

Now, Harrison Clark had achieved personal combat results that were unparalleled, with a clear and distinct gap between his performance and that of the others. They were not even on the same level.

Even some members of the Military Commission secretly wondered if they, themselves, could have performed better than Harrison Clark if they had been the ones competing.

Commanders who could make it to the Military Commission rankings already had a place in the overall chain of command.

As soldiers, they had all already prepared themselves for the possibility of sacrificing their lives.

The impenetrable Solar System Barrier laid out before them the stark gap in civilization between humanity and the invaders.

In a war with completely unequal technological levels, the risk of death faced by both ordinary soldiers and high-ranking officers was practically the same, just as generals of extraordinary martial prowess from the cold weapon era charging into enemy formations faced opponents armed with Gatling guns. Under a hail of bullets, there was no essential difference between golden chainmail and an ordinary leather armor – being hit by either meant certain death.

Mr. Green currently held the highest ranking. Barring any accidents, he would become the commander of the Defense Army eleven months from now, in charge of overall coordination.

Next in line were Barnes Gilbert, Dillon, Felix Yeoman, Lawrence, Gaius, and others.

Nora Camp had an impressively high gene awakening rate, yet she was too young.

Arrangements for the commander rankings were not based solely on their awakening rate; past performance from years prior was also taken into account.

This was not an outdated way of determining the ranking, but rather an approach that considered deeper implications.

The overall commander wielded the full might of humanity’s military strength, and the importance of the position went without saying. It did not need to be dazzling, but it needed to be stable and unerring.

Nora Camp’s command ability was indeed awe-inspiring, but it lacked stability when assessed through evaluations.

As this was a time of peace, there was little opportunity for a genius like Nora Camp to prove her abilities in real battles.

Therefore, Nora Camp’s position was around the fiftieth to sixtieth place in the rankings, but she was not bothered by this.

Inside the conference room, Mr. Green was clapping his hands in admiration, exclaiming, “Incredible, truly incredible.”

Barnes Gilbert stroked his beard and remarked, “I believe making Harrison Clark a Galaxy Warrior is no longer suitable for him. He should become a commander immediately. It would be even better if he’s willing to be my deputy officer. If I were to fall in battle, he could take command of my fleet, and I’d find that exhilarating.”

Lieutenant General Dillon coughed and added, “I think that’s not a bad idea.”

Lieutenant General Felix Yeoman adjusted his epaulet and said, “Your fleets are too large. I think he should start practicing with mine.”

Nora Camp silently watched as others scrambled to claim custody, feeling very speechless about it.

What on earth were they thinking? He was still under her guidance.

Were they living in a dream?

Remembering Harrison’s solemn vow to be victorious in her selection competition, Nora Camp felt an inexplicable sense of pride, as if she were about to seize the first chance at something valuable.

After a brief discussion, they decided that Nora Camp would communicate with Harrison Clark.

Not long after, Nora Camp gave a somewhat speechless answer, “He refused.”

Mr. Green: “Huh?”

Barnes Gilbert asked, “What was his reason?”

Nora Camp seemed a little embarrassed, “He said that his command ability is not even one ten-thousandth as good as his combat talent. Instead of sitting in the rear, he prefers to charge into the fray.”

The virtual conference room fell into a long silence, which was terribly awkward.

Moreover, Nora Camp had not yet revealed another fact.

Everyone else was amazed by Harrison Clark’s rapid victories, but he himself seemed completely indifferent, even complaining about the monotony of the simulation, “Can’t we come up with something new?” and so on.

He seemed completely unsatisfied.

Overwhelming the nearly unbeatable opponents with ease, this man was not the least bit satisfied, even saying that his command ability was not even one ten-thousandth of his combat talent. It was too much.

Even though he truly was a fighting genius, scoring 98 in his first time on the simulation machine and reaching too after just two training sessions, his arrogance was still a bit too much.

You’re already a very strong commander!

Furthermore, humanity already had a fighting genius: Needham Brown, with a genetic awakening rate of 37.66%.

Compared to the commander rankings, battle member rankings required a more direct genetic awakening rate. No matter how strong you were, there was no way you could be stronger than Needham Brown.

Your genetic awakening rate is only…

Wait a minute.

It’s already at 36.36%!

Although Brainwave Synchronization Resonance Training could lead to continuous improvement, most people would slow down once their rate exceeded 36%, and they would reach a new bottleneck.

Over these thirty-four days, your rate has increased another 0.34%?

While the growth rate of others is a quadratic regression curve, yours is a linear growth curve?

Nora Camp felt that something was amiss, as if it did not conform to reason.

After three rounds, another day passed, and Harrison Clark returned to his dormitory to briefly scan the points-weighted ranking list of the selection competition.

The results were very pleasing. At present, Harrison Clark had a perfect score on the knowledge test, a solid place in the Revaluation, and an unparalleled command ability. He ranked first in overall performance, leading the second- place contestant with a margin of 15.77%.

Harrison Clark glanced silently at the second-place contestant’s name, his fist itching, and his teeth clenched tight.

Clark!

You’re digging your grave!

It was said that he hadn’t initially planned on participating, but for some unknown reason, he decided to join in the end.You little bastard, your awakening level is now as high as 37.66%! Bullying people, eh!

Needham Brown’s participation in the competition was also a reason that made this selection match extremely eye-catching.

If it weren’t for the emergence of “top student” and “human leader” Mr. Clark, this guy might have already locked in the championship after three rounds.

The next morning, all the major training bases and garrison bases of the entire army were empty.

Almost all the soldiers stayed in their dormitories, eagerly waiting in front of the brainwave resonance projection.

They will be able to directly enter the first-person perspective of the contestants as observers, as if being inside the contestants’ Galaxy Battle Suits, and intuitively feel the delicate control of top soldiers.

Formal organizations and Galaxy Warriors can, under the premise of turning on the protective mode, connect to the contestants’ functional simulation feedback system.

Under this system, fine neuro-control can completely synchronize the contestant’s body feedback to the observer’s body, including the pressure of G value under high-frequency maneuvers, organ displacement, blood reflux, shockwave sweep, radiation burns, and other kinds of pain, as well as the contestants’ brainwave commands synchronized readings, and the muscle contraction state during body exertion, etc.

In short, it allows the observer to have a perfect experience as if they were the contestant.

Connecting to the state of a super expert going all out provides great help for new soldiers and also benefits veterans.

This is a rare opportunity.

At 9:30 in the morning, the competition officially began.

It was still the familiar random selection mode of Star.

Five seconds later, the competition mode was determined, which was very similar to yesterday’s simulated command battle.

Each contestant can choose to face different single combatant species from different civilizations.

Harrison Clark decisively chose to challenge the Eight-legged Beetles of the Compound-Eyed Observer civilization.

On Needham Brown’s side, it was unclear whether it was a coincidence or if he had some extra information; he also chose the same target.

The competition scene changed, and Harrison Clark’s lonely figure appeared in a place that he was familiar with.

Above the enemy ship.

He was floating in a large broken hole.

In the hole were various huge pipes and nauseating biological metal materials,

as well as 1,000 Eight-legged Beetles’ guard forces.

Star once again recreated the scene from the “movie,” making Harrison Clark feel as if he had gone back in time.

It seemed as if he had gone back to that day.

An electronic sound from Star echoed in his ears.

“The competition will start in 30 seconds. Each contestant will face 1,000 single combatant units of invaders in the same scene. The scoring criteria include survival time, kills, kill efficiency, and other aspects.”

“Ten, nine… three, two, one! Begin!”

At Star’s command, everyone rushed out in their respective directions.

One second later, fierce close-quarter combat suddenly broke out in millions of simulated battlefields.

No one knew what Harrison Clark was feeling at the moment.

He was smiling.

Last time, he fought for a long time in the Divine Eagle Armor and eventually died of exhaustion.

This time, his gene awakening level had increased again, and his equipment had been changed to the new generation Galaxy Battle Suit.

He was curious how strong this Galaxy Battle Suit was and whether he could rely on his strength to kill all 1,000 Eight-legged Beetles and face the damn Compound-Eyed Observer afterward.

Omnipotent Battle Armor form!

Charge!

Flash swap!

Flank!

Both left and right hands wielded weapons that transformed into 12-meter- long whips.

Storm swing!

His improved vision allowed him to see the densely packed Eight-legged

Beetles, while the more powerful and capable intelligent assist system provided reliable prediction and emergency situation reporting.

He swung his dual long whips like a snowball.

After a brief test, he was certain that the effect of the long whips in his hands was terrifying.

Not only did it have a space-ripping capability similar to Eight-legged Beetles’ long arms, but it could also cover the curvature motion in a small range with a terrifying acceleration capability while being swung.

The moment it hit the enemy, the whip could use mass-energy conversion oscillation to present a weight beyond Neutron Star Material.

Each whip was as powerful as a high-yield explosion.

The double-layer shield on the surface of the Eight-legged Beetle could no longer easily withstand his offense as before.

This was beyond his expectations.

It turned out that curvature motion could not only be used in large-scale transfers, but if the technology level was high enough and the equipment performance was stronger, it could even be realized on individual weapons after absorbing the invader’s space-layer compression technology!

Just ten seconds later, Harrison Clark’s killing spree began.

At a height of nine meters, the Omnipotent Battle Armor charged left and right, always breaking through the encirclement of the Eight-legged Beetles before they could surround him, then counterattacking and crushing the Beetles along the way, causing a series of explosions.

In just five minutes, Harrison Clark successfully killed thirty-seven of them.

He looked at his energy reserves. 97% left!

He can kill all 1,000 before running out of energy and still have some left over!