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

Chapter 677: Chapter 423: A Human Face (Thank You, Alliance Leader Devil Ronin)_1

In order to repair this radio telescope, Harrison Clark used up six Snake Gallbladder Biological Batteries, which still couldn’t withstand the consumption.

Luckily, he successfully assembled a voltage stabilizer and made a combination wide-format energy supply box that could hold twenty Wolf Fangs at the same time.

While the principle behind this was simple, the stability of the Wolf Fang’s biological battery wasn’t as good as the Snake Gallbladder, and its voltage changed rapidly. Moreover, the energy contained in each Wolf Fang varied greatly in terms of voltage, current, and frequency.

To make this wide-format voltage stabilizer, Harrison Clark racked his brains, combined countless components, and painstakingly developed an adaptive energy supply system. After numerous failures and constant fine-tuning, he finally completed it at the expense of thousands of parts.

This meant that he had significantly increased his total energy control.

There were plenty of wolves in the world, and even if the Wolf Fangs were used up, he could still switch to tiger tail bones. Harrison Clark used his intelligence and wisdom to solve the energy supply problem.

His confidence was greatly boosted.

He even felt that if he wasn’t alone and had more energy and resources, given a few years, he would be able to assemble a purely Quark-directional synthesizer, create materials out of thin air, and build a Quantum Chip engraving machine that could achieve self sufficiency in solving the auxiliary artificial intelligence problem.

In short, the presence of usable garbage throughout the world provided the prerequisites for his personal productivity, but his personal intelligence, wisdom, and experiential intuition were the core driving forces behind the explosive growth of his personal productivity.

Once he ascertained that the Solar Dome was no longer there, Harrison Clark immediately came up with a new idea.

Although the difficulty was still immense, he set three major guidelines.

First, continue to build large-scale engineering machinery to increase personal productivity.

Second, do not abandon the reconstruction of artificial intelligence computing power, aiming to cultivate an existence similar to the former intelligent assistant Vivian as the highest goal. As for the level of Star, he didn’t dare to dream that big.

Third, assemble ships at all costs, with regaining space travel capability as the ultimate goal.

He couldn’t depend on others to save him; he had to rely on himself for everything.

There was one thing he hadn’t figured out yet: whether or not he should visit the Colony if the opportunity arose.

There were two possibilities at present.

Compound Eye Civilization knew he still existed, or they didn’t know.

The second possibility was more likely.

If he lurked alone, independent of the human colony faction, as long as he didn’t run into the Compound Eye Fleet, he could quietly cause trouble.

But in that case, he wouldn’t be able to participate in the war.

Harrison Clark didn’t inflate his ego to the point of believing that humanity could win just because of him, but he was used to always being at the forefront and found it uncomfortable to be an outsider.

Moreover, what if the Colony’s fleet were strong enough to crack some of the secrets of the Prism Ship or even break the Solar Dome’s blockade?

If he remained isolated and couldn’t obtain detailed information, wouldn’t the sacrifices be in vain, wasting yet another timeline?

But if he acted independently and discreetly, could he live longer, visit more galaxies, and witness more cosmic wonders?

Perhaps he could find new inspiration or theoretical foundations from these cosmic wonders and trigger revolutionary technological innovations?

So, what is the best choice?

What should I do?

Harrison Clark was once again lost.

As he gained more information, his logical dilemmas only increased. More and more difficult decisions needed to be made.

Each choice represented different possibilities, potential gains, and hidden dangers.

Each of these logical forks led his individual and civilization’s direction towards unknown outcomes that even he couldn’t make a decision on quickly.

What made it worse was that in the past, there were always others to advise him, but this time, he had to rely on himself for everything.

If anyone else were in Harrison Clark’s shoes, struggling with endless confusion, they would probably be unable to accomplish anything. But that’s not what happened to Harrison.

Unconsciously, several more months passed.

In these months, he accomplished a few things.

After the spring arrived, he returned to the tea mountain, carefully harvested tea from several mountains and finally roasted nearly half a ton of the Clark’s Ceylon Tea to resolve their food problem.

In addition, he controlled engineering machinery to efficiently collect garbage and successfully welded and assembled a three-axis multi-functional underground spacecraft nearly 50 meters long and 16 meters tall.

Harrison Clark embedded almost every feature he could think of into this spacecraft.

With 16 anti-gravity engines that can carry over a million tons of cargo, three bidirectional jet Medium Engines with a full-load thrust-to-weight ratio of 100, an enlarged version of a gravity wave detector with a scanning area radius of 5 kilometers, 16 medium-sized Quark Devices connected in parallel to form a raw material preparation cabin, a high-precision analytical purification instrument, a small ultra-high-temperature nuclear fusion boiler, a variety of powerful mechanical arms for excavation, three differently sized cargo bays for various components, and a 1nm Silicon Chip Photolithography and etching machine.

Yes, that very same photolithography machine that was so familiar to the people of the 21st century.

He did it.

He never would have thought that in the distant 31st century, he would have to rely on monocrystalline silicon chips to solve computing power requirements.

He had no choice.

ZS Bacteria was ruthless, not leaving him a single quantum chip.

After considering all options, he had no choice but to become a cheater from the 21st-century network, forcibly changing sand into chips from nothing.