I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 501 - Chapter 501: Chapter 328:1 Want to Win_l

Chapter 501: Chapter 328:1 Want to Win_l

Daniel Thompson rubbed his eyes, “Wha…what…what the hell is this!”

Marthus: “Full marks in every subject?”

The short-haired girl exclaimed, “How is it possible! Even I couldn’t get full marks in every subject!”

In Nora Camp’s office.

Both the general and her best friend looked at each other in disbelief.

What happened?

Martha Owen slammed the table, “Unscientific! Something must have gone wrong somewhere!”

Nora Camp also thought it was unscientific, but as if talking to herself, or answering Martha Owen, she said, “Can someone cheat by breaking through the supervision of the Supreme Intelligent Brain Star during the examination?”

Martha Owen shook her head firmly, “Absolutely impossible.”

“Could there be a problem with the assessment results? Miscalculating his level, for example?”

Martha Owen continued to shake her head, “Also impossible. Moreover, even if there were errors, the highest error rate in history would not exceed five percent. He got full marks in every subject! Out of more than 270 million participants, there are less than a hundred full marks! What kind of error is that?”

Nora Camp then said, “So, did he really learn all knowledge from junior high to high school within a month and master it at an expert level?”

Martha Owen thought for a moment, “Theoretically, it’s also impossible.”

As a professional scholar who explores all the unknowns in the world and firmly believes in scientism, there should be no “impossible” in Martha Owen’s life.

She had said more “impossibles” in a few minutes than in her entire life.

Nora Camp was perplexed, “How do we explain it, then?”

Being a great scholar, Martha Owen quickly came up with a reasonable explanation, “Maybe his forgotten knowledge was pseudo-forgotten, and through more than thirty days of high-intensity learning, he quickly recovered his memory, re-understood, and gained an even deeper mastery?”

Nora Camp realized, “That makes sense! It must be Harrison Clark!”

Meanwhile, in Harrison Clark’s dormitory, the others hadn’t figured out as much as Martha Owen and were still in shock.

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely be basking in the admiration of others, but as an experienced old braggart, Harrison Clark had a wealth of experience in dealing with shocking situations.

He spread his hands, “Sit down, sit down, it’s just basic skills. Don’t make a fuss, I am a very modest person.”

Everyone: “…”

We really appreciate your modesty!

Since there will be an IQpotential test and a simulated combat command ability assessment tomorrow, everyone didn’t make a fuss for long and left after a few minutes.

It was then that Harrison Clark had time to reply to Nora Camp’s message.

His reply was concise, “I passed.”

Nora Camp, who already knew the result, immediately replied, “What about tomorrow?”

Harrison Clark replied again, “It’s in the bag.”

End of conversation.

Watching her best friend’s face inexplicably smiling, Martha Owen secretly sighed, what kind of charm does this guy Harrison Clark have that makes Nora completely fall for him!

After the two interrupted their communication, Martha Owen used her authority in the research executive council to take a brief look at Harrison Clark’s personal report and was no longer that surprised.

This person was indeed extraordinary.

The next morning was the IQpotential assessment, and there was no more upheaval.

The assessment content was to randomly select a section of the bachelor’s introductory course and require the participants to learn this part of the knowledge as soon as possible and then use it to solve problems in the subsequent simulated test.

Without the help of Star, Master Clark was able to pass the test on his own.

With the morning test finished, Harrison Clark was planning to hurry back to the dormitory and catch up on some brainwave resonance training, but an uninvited guest found him.

The visitor was Oliver Yeoman, an old acquaintance.

However, the attitude of this old acquaintance was not very good.

“Harrison Clark, this is the notebook the general asked me to give you. You need to study it yourself during lunch.”

After saying that, Oliver Yeoman forcefully stuffed the notebook into Harrison Clark’s hands and then turned around and left.

This time, Oliver Yeoman’s status had changed. He was the chief deputy officer of the kids’ mother and seemed to have signed up for the selection competition as well.

The general actually asked him to deliver the extra lesson material to Harrison Clark.

This attitude was only natural.

Harrison Clark didn’t care, he just took the faintly fragrant notebook.

Back in the dormitory, he opened the notebook, and on the cover was written, “Collection of Nora Camp’s Tactical Thoughts (Unfinished)”.

The main body was filled with elegant and powerful handwriting in both red and blue ink.

Most of the text was blue.

The red ink seemed to be newly marked notes, which were a string of unclear codes.

In this era, someone would actually hand-write notes and be able to write such good handwriting. The mother of the child had some rather retro habits.

However, this showed that the content of the notebook was her important insights and experience. Perhaps handwriting was meant to deepen her memory.

Sensing his gaze, the auxiliary smart brain Vivian quickly recognized the content of the notebook.

The red handwriting brightened and transformed into images.

The scenes in Harrison Clark’s retinas changed rapidly.

It turned out that each of the red codes corresponded to a certain section of Nora Camp’s real-life operation in a simulated command battle.

The blue ink was her own summary of her on-the-spot decision-making at that time.Why do this?

What are the advantages of doing so?

What are the disadvantages?

What is the final result, and is it satisfying?

What are the reasons for satisfaction, and what are the reasons for failure?

In every snippet of a battle, Nora Camp can clearly summarize a brief description with as many as two or three hundred words or as few as one or two hundred words.

The earliest battle snippet was her first battle in command when she was four years old. Her opponent was a junior commander with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

As a result, she achieved a total annihilation of the enemy with a casualty rate of less than 20%, turning her opponent from a Lieutenant Colonel into a senior instructor at the Black Bear Training Base.

More than twenty snippets thereafter were taken from her various notes throughout her twenty-year military career.

As she grew older, she rarely fought with equal military strength, and the gap between the enemy’s and her own forces was usually one or more times higher.

At times it was one-fold, at times seven or eight-fold, or even ten-fold.

Nevertheless, she still won more than she lost, sometimes completely annihilating her opponents, and sometimes successfully beheading their command structure.

The last few snippets were from this week, with fresh blue ink on the notebook.

Moreover, unlike before, the force ratio of the simulated battles had returned to parity. Her opponents were no longer senior commanders, but rather junior and intermediate-level players.

It seemed that she was deliberately suppressing her own level of play, trying to simulate the state of junior and intermediate commanders in battle as closely as possible.

Such control of play level reminded Harrison Clark of the so-called field enhancement training.

Her handwritten blue ink also suddenly increased in quantity, not limited to hundreds of words, sometimes even reaching one thousand words.

God knows how many simulated battles she fought in this week for these battlefield analyses. It must have been much more difficult than her normal performance, and these trainings had no value for her personally.

For military leaders who value time, Nora Camp’s behavior was very unwise and did not conform to the principle of optimal resource allocation.

Although Harrison Clark had an idea in his heart, his wife’s notebook did help him a lot.

Compared to studying dry and boring materials and memorizing the performance parameters of various battleships and combat units, integrating the learning process into actual cases, coupled with the personal explanation of a top expert, greatly increased the interest and effectiveness of the learning.

At three in the afternoon, the simulated command battle officially began.

Due to the large number of participants, the competition did not adopt an elimination system. Instead, everyone faced the same enemy and was assessed and scored based on their comprehensive performance on the battlefield.

Star will simulate the opponent, but the type of opponent will be randomly selected.

After a brief random selection process, the result was out. The participants would play as commanders, leading their fleet to fight against the simulated invading civilization generated by Star.

The military strength and technological level of the invading civilization had one hundred choices, representing the most likely scenarios currently speculated by all parties.

Participants could choose the type of enemy based on their preferences and inclinations.

Harrison Clark unhesitatingly chose the Compound-Eyed Observer’s spherical battleship.

The familiar scene reappeared, but this time he was neither a bystander watching Amelia Johnson’s performance nor the leader of the special combat brigade he had once led.

He “stood” in the position where his wife had once stood.

Commander of the Human Defense Fleet!

When he saw this scene, Harrison Clark remained calm, while other participants in similar situations were astonished and bewildered.

The gap was too big!

Commander-in-chief?

It’s killing me!

Nora Camp and the other onlookers also had similar thoughts, never expecting the random selection by Star to come up with such a thing.

This was too hard on people.

Most participants thought they would only play the role of an ordinary captain or fleet commander in the simulated End War.

Being placed directly in the position of commander-in-chief, most of the participants were stunned.

Most participants and onlookers had their own judgments in their hearts, and Star probably didn’t intend to let people win.

Forget it.

This was just an assessment after all.

It was probably just a matter of who looked better in defeat.

Nobody expected Harrison Clark’s heart rate to gradually increase.

He looked up at the timeline of the simulated battle, with five minutes remaining until the invaders’ warships arrived.

Then he quickly scanned through his own combat preparations and equipment performance.

Even though he knew it was a simulated battle, Harrison Clark couldn’t help but feel excited.

At this point, the technological level of his fleet was actually in real use!

What’s more, this time the Human Defense Force had improved the layout of the “Morning Wind” player, where he had made mistakes in the past.

In the vast Solar System, there were at least three thousand giant players, which meant that humanity’s control of the playback power intensity of “Morning Wind” had become more precise, able to adapt to more intense changes, and the total playback power of “Morning Wind” would be much greater than before.

He could treat this battle as a rehearsal for a year from now!

Harrison Clark didn’ t know how others viewed this simulated battle.

But he wanted to win, and he thought he must win.

He entered the zone.

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