I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 466 - Chapter 466: Chapter 307: Everyone Takes Care of Their Own Affairs [Extra update, thanks to the 2nd Alliance Leader of the Deep Sea!]_t

Chapter 466: Chapter 307: Everyone Takes Care of Their Own Affairs [Extra update, thanks to the 2nd Alliance Leader of the Deep Sea!]_t

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The stadium had a circular structure with layer upon layer of stands piled up together, resembling a significantly enlarged ancient Roman Colosseum.

The retractable energy dome was equipped with precise light emission functions, and with the assistance of pico-level light interference projection, multi-function seating, and various simulation devices, it could transform the stadium’s scene at will, providing a truly immersive experience for the audience.

Here, the audience could feel the scorching heat next to a volcanic crater, the mystery of the deep sea, or the view of any starry sky in the observable universe, and soon.

The switch between scenes was instantaneous, and the simulation accuracy was nearly on par with the limits of the galactic human eye resolution.

Reality and illusion intertwined here, creating a sense of real dreamland that was distinct from brain-linked simulations for the audience.

Even with the support of the Dyson membrane, where human energy and resources were virtually inexhaustible, achieving such an effect meant that the stadium’s cost remained high. Each operation even required the computational resources of some of the supreme intelligent brains.

This was not present in the timelines that Harrison Clark had experienced before.

Having it now was related to the preservation of a vibrant artistic atmosphere. Everyone’s seat was assigned during registration, with Harrison Clark sitting relatively close to the front.

An upper-class soldier rank wasn’t high, but at least it had some status, and he wasn’t a bottom-tier soldier.

Although Harrison was a bit far from the stage, it wasn’t a big issue.

The light interference projection could adjust the visual effects’ distance at will, giving him an up-close experience if he desired it.

He sat in his seat, occasionally craning his head to look around, like a curious teletubby who accidentally wandered into a big event.

He was curious about everything.

He wanted to explore all sorts of never-before-seen simulation equipment and further understand the Zeitgeist of this era by observing people’s expressions and feedback, and trying to dissect the social atmosphere of a new scheme.

Though he was the instigator of everything, each time he came here to observe society, he felt an uneasy thrill similar to scratching a lottery ticket.

He had experienced the oppressive era of control under “Song of the Wilderness” several times, saw the dawn of a perfect republic emerging from the ” Song of the Wilderness,’1 and was frightened by the apocalypse brought about by the radium a hundred years ago.

He was extremely curious about the shape of this era.

After occasionally skimming through the news and historical materials, he already had a rough idea that the current World Government was still essentially a republic, and an even better upgraded republic than the one in the previous timeline.

It was divided into governing official systems, military commission systems, science research executive committees, and resource production and management committees that held the highest power in their respective domains.

Under each of the highest-ranking organizations, there were a total of forty­eight subordinate departments.

With the coordination and assistance of the supreme intelligent brain, this world government structure, which wasn’t particularly massive, functioned efficiently and effectively.

This societal structure appeared perfect.

But since each senior functionary held excessive authority, the structure was also an excellent breeding ground for extreme corruption.

But that didn’t happen.

After the Great Extinction, society became highly informational under the support of real-time quantum networks.

More than four hundred years ago, under the leadership of the science and political leader Sergey, the World Government initiated a massive transformation, first popularizing higher education among the people, further improving their general knowledge and cultural levels, and establishing a nascent collective wisdom of civilization.

Once the highly informational collective wisdom demonstrated a strong ability to self-correct errors, the World Government then set an unchangeable eternal theme, making information public and transparent its highest priority. Subsequently, the World Government officially disclosed all information to the public.

In this context, information dissemination was fast, wide-ranging, and undeniable. How could corruption and idleness still exist?

To climb higher, one must be loyal to their duties and responsibilities.

If you dared to idle?

No need for military action, a mouthful of salt spray would suffice to kill you off.

Would you like to use the traditional infiltration model of controlling civilian thinking to influence voting results, as those in power used to do?

You certainly wouldn’t want to know how you’d meet your end.

Since then, the risks of corruption dissipated.

The workers in every management system may not be of high moral standing but their combined abilities and character were worthy of their respective positions.

With the Solar System Barrier as a reminder of the apocalypse and the lingering pain of the Great Extinction, everyone knew from a young age what destiny they and their families would face, who the enemy they must fight against was, and what to pursue in their life.

I was born, I am alive, and I will spend my life creating.

Even though the disaster might be centuries away, my efforts today still add a chance for tragedy to never repeat.

Everyone lived and died with such belief.

Even those “waste people” who fell into the Lost City didn’t intend to become such; they were trapped in the torment of their incapacity to do more for their people and the discrepancy between their dreams and reality.

While preserving human nature and emotions, people remained prone to being influenced by society.

In ancient times, people adhered to the doctrine of sweeping snow from their doorsteps and not concerning themselves with matters beyond life.

If someone devoted their entire life to matters after their death from the moment of their birth, it would be absurd and destined to be ridiculed.

But what if everyone around you acted this way upon their birth?

What used to seem absurd would become the norm.

Not acting this way would be viewed as heretical.

The birth of this type of civilization’s consciousness was not the result of Sergey or Willian, nor was it because the collective wisdom suddenly evolved to this transcendent stage.

The root of everything was the man from a thousand years ago.

Harrison Clark.

Although it was not clear how he knew about all this five hundred years in advance and devoted his life to planning it,

He possessed an incredibly long lifespan and a strong physique that transcended his time, as well as unparalleled wisdom.

He could have enjoyed the pleasures of life, living extravagantly and experiencing unimaginable luxury, wealth, and beauty for over two hundred vivacious years.

But he didn’t.He has been doing the same thing day after day for a hundred years.

The thing he does is to do more things.

When the barrier descended and the great extinction began, everyone understood the true meaning of this man’s lifelong pursuit.

He took the responsibility of civilization on his shoulders, tireless, undaunted, without the need for others to understand, just silently giving it his all.

Mortals laughed at his madness, but he laughed at their inability to see the truth.

He had so much money and so many women liked him that he could have bought a continent and become a king, but all he knew was work, work, and work.

I worship and admire you.

But I will never learn from you.

No one can understand how the sage Harrison Clark felt, under the twisted gaze of both worship and mockery, as he single-handedly shouldered the burden of an entire era and took one difficult step at a time.

He spent his entire life giving, creating, and warning.

On the day when the great extinction achieved its final victory, Sergey Ponomarenko, the first to understand Harrison Clark’s fate in the biographies of historical figures, cried out with tears in his eyes at the World Government’s general assembly, “Swear to follow the sage’s footsteps, mankind will never give up, and will not let the sage’s lifelong efforts go in vain.”

From then on, this strong ideological consciousness was born from the void and ingrained in the race’s genes, inherited through generations, until today, evolving into the current situation.

Harrison Clark still couldn’t create a leader who could help him one-on-one, so he just turned himself into an even more stubborn ideological leader.

He felt a little smug and a little melancholy.

What can he do?

Keep trying.

Now Harrison Clark had a slightly better understanding of the atmosphere of this era, but studying a society is not as simple as just looking at historical materials summary.

The upper-level system determines the structure, but the grassroots personnel’s mentality is the essence.

Observing the diversity of ordinary people truly helps him think about the system, reflect on how well he did this time, and helps him do better in the future when he leaves and lets his future self take care of things.

Harrison Clark had a talent he wasn’t aware of.

If he thought something was useful, even if it was tedious and boring to do, he would try it anytime, anywhere.

He was too curious about everything, making him a conspicuous “observer,” often being stared at by others with dissatisfaction.

He didn’t care.

Anyway, he’s not a leader this time, he doesn’t have to maintain a leader’s demeanor, even his laughter must be weighed against the social impact it creates. It’s really uncomfortable.

He’s just a new recruit, what’s wrong with being a little curious?

It wasn t his fault that he hadn’t seen the world.

Previously, after each of his visits, he was mostly focused on the ancient songs that were thousands of years old, and he was even once mocked by Martha Owen as an “ancient man.”

But upon closer thought, this is his first time actually experiencing the brand new artistic expressions of the 31st century.

As a person whose name will go down in history as a legendary figure, Mr. Clark felt it necessary to observe the achievements of the younger generation and learn about the thinking of post-modern art, and see if he could leave something that could be inherited after he returns.

That’s right!

I definitely didn’t come just to see the rumored 40E hot body.

Believe me!

The time quietly reached eight o’clock.

As the light screen fell and the huge stadium lights suddenly turned completely black, it was pitch dark.

Ding!

A crisp bell rang out, and a beam of light descended from the sky, illuminating the stage.

The enormous stadium, filled with a million people, fell completely silent.

In the center of the stage stood a graceful woman.

She stood tall, her long hair flowing.

Harrison Clark used brainwave control to zoom in on her.

Her neck was slightly raised, and a quaint violin was tucked between her shoulder and neck.

Her left hand held the violin while her right hand held the bow.

The bow gently touched the strings, and the melodious music began to rise.

With the subtle rhythm of the music, her body swayed gently, graceful as a fairy.

If it were someone else, they might have been completely immersed by now.

Fortunately, Harrison Clark has seen many similar scenes of awe-inspiring talent after being repeatedly healed by Carrie Thomas.

He’s fine.

His eyes were firmly focused on the woman named Amelia Johnson.

As he held his breath, he thought to himself that it was no wonder she was the most popular artist of this era.

This violin skill.

It’s huge!

Emmm…

Never mind that, her playing skills are undeniable, in terms of violin performance alone, she’s on par with Carrie Thomas.

Gradually, her movements and the rhythm of the music became more intense.

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