I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 519 - Chapter 519: Chapter 341: "Coincidence" !

Chapter 519: Chapter 341: “Coincidence” !

Creating a new story in a “suspended setting” that defies worldly concepts and achieving such an effect is beyond the capabilities of normal artistic creation.

It is very difficult to grasp the details of human nature; a slight mistake would break the larger structure of the entire show, making the atmosphere awkward and bringing ridicule.

Therefore, Harrison Clark’s job is to provide reference for the creator Amelia Johnson, correcting the easily made mistakes while detailing his own character. He has been doing well these past few days.

Now, Mr. Clark has gained a deeper understanding of his own behavior; he realizes that he might have stumbled upon it or it might have been an inevitability in his subconscious, but either way, he did the right thing. The Lost Ones are really important.

Through Neville Brown’s efforts, the number of Lost Ones has decreased from 2.8 billion to 700 million, but now it has unknowingly grown to 800 million.

These 800 million people account for about one-sixtieth of the total human population.

From the perspective of the 21st century, this proportion is so high that it defies logic, as if every 60 people have one severe mental disorder patient.

But in the 31st century of this timeline, people have grown accustomed to this situation and consider it natural.

After all, the proportion was higher before, almost one in fifteen, and now, it is much better.

When Harrison Clark first learned about the Lost City, he felt something was wrong, but he hadn’t investigated it personally and thus refrained from making any rash judgments.

Now that he’s here and has truly communicated with the Lost Ones.

He understands.

Not only is the proportion of the Lost Ones abnormally high, but their way and degree of degeneration are also strange and extreme.

Some stubborn Lost Ones have been here for over a hundred years, which is terrifying.

Take, for example, the scholar studying ultra-high-frequency short sound.

One hundred years ago, he had already reached this level of work.

A hundred years have turned him from middle-aged to a white-haired old man, but his project has made no progress whatsoever.

He has no plans to leave and do something else.

Anyway, a combination of Harrison Clark’s previous uneasiness and his current on-the-ground investigation experience becomes new evidence for the Civilization Information Cocoon Theory.

Now, Harrison Clark believes that for his own sake and for the entire civilization, he should not let the Lost Ones continue to fall into ruin.

The Lost Ones have their unique features, and although they seem useless, they are not.

They have not truly chosen degeneration but rather fell into darkness and self- destruction due to their desire to do better, pushing their willpower to its limit and ultimately causing a mental breakdown.

The deeper they fall and the more intense their emotional breakdowns become, the stronger their obsessions are.

These people have potential, and a great deal at that.

Once they are helped out of their predicaments, the force they can unleash is considerable; for reference, look at Needham Brown.

Just after midnight, Harrison Clark left.

The show on the other side is about to come to an end, and it’s time for him to appear.

This newly built, colossal theater is now in chaos.

The Lost Ones’ acceptance of the new story is far from ideal and even extremely repulsive.

Many angrily shouted at the stage.

Quite a few people even became excitedly delirious and wanted to rush onto the stage to confront Amelia Johnson.

If it weren’t for the prepared force field shield blocking them, it might have escalated into a bloody conflict.

The atmosphere on-site is terrible.

Harrison Clark donned the Galaxy Battle Ball Basic Armor and floated over, with the force field shield’s recognition system automatically letting him ’ through.

The projection focused on him, and a virtual image of him, about 800 meters tall, appeared at the center of the stage.

“The Sage Harrison Clark himself” coming on stage caused awe all around, quickly stabilizing the situation.

Harrison Clark smiled and said, “Hello, everyone. I am Harrison Clark.”

Hiss…

Harrison Clark immediately continued, “Don’t panic, I am not an ancient person. I’m just someone of the same name and similar appearance. I believe many of you must have heard of me. During my participation in the selection competition a few days ago, many of the Lost Ones watched my first-person perspective, right?”

A number of people stood up from various places, raising their hands to testify, proving Harrison Clark’s identity.

At the same time, Harrison Clark’s stunning performance in the fighting power assessment stage of the selection competition was quickly brought to everyone’s attention.

His 36.36% awakening rate allowed him to single-handedly defeat a thousand Eight-legged Beetles in the simulated battle, which was no joke.

When all the more than 2 million people on the scene had seen his personal information, Harrison Clark spoke again, “I understand that you have opinions on the script that our teacher has presented, but it’s not her fault. The script was written by me. Amelia Johnson is just an actress; I am the real creator.”

“Hmm?”

“What?”

“How can you…”

“You even bear the same face as our Sage Harrison Clark!”

Quite a few people were instantly angry and wanted to scold him, but then they realized his real identity was that of an excellent warrior who would risk his life for everyone during wartime, so they restrained themselves.

There is, indeed, a difference between a warrior and an artist.

The closer the war, the more revered the warrior.

Harrison Clark had a complete grasp of everyone’s reactions.

Good, everything was under control.

He could now be considered an artist who controls the hearts of people.

“I know that some people are dissatisfied with me, so I’ll explain the reasons below. Have you… ever heard of the Wisdom of the Universe?”

He had no prepared speech; it was all improvised on the spot.

He was very confident in his speech.

In the previous timeline, hisspeech targets were the high-ranking members of the Freedom Front Alliance, and even his impromptu speech yielded excellent results.

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