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

Chapter 681: Chapter 425: Deduction Over and Over Again_1

The best way to face loneliness is to think.

When a person is trapped in eternal loneliness, the only way to help him maintain his humanity and not lose sociability in loneliness is not to let his thoughts stagnate.

Recalling the past, analyzing the present, and looking forward to the future are the only things that the lonely must do.

Before, Harrison Clark didn’t understand this principle.

Even in his most solitary youth, he had never tasted the complete isolation of loneliness.

There were always people around him. Even strangers and enemies were people and would intersect with him.

Now he may not really understand it either.

He didn’t summarize these principles, but his behavior quietly conformed to this rule.

He was just persisting in constant self-reminding, self-exhorting, and self-encouraging.

For a long-standing ambition, not to live up to the time-travel ability bestowed by fate, not wanting to see the apocalypse again, and being unable to abandon the desire to see his fellow men break free from the apocalypse and have a future, he persisted until now.

This is an extremely extreme situation that usually only exists in fantasies, like Robinson in “Robinson Crusoe.”

But Robinson maintains his hope because he can always remember his family on the other side of the ocean, while Harrison Clark maintains his sanity by knowing that after death he will naturally return to the twenty-first century.

One crosses space, the other time. They seem similar but are actually completely different.

Harrison Clark’s feeling was that he knew that day would eventually come, but it was always inevitable that there would be a sense of illusion and unreality.

In this half-year period, this tumultuous mood silently grew from the bottom of his heart, gradually radiating out, permeating his heart like the soundless spring rain nourishing all things.

Harrison Clark had tried his best to resist, not to let himself be idle, even as a single person, bustling all day long, trying to stay sober as much as possible, but to some extent, he was inevitably affected.

Now, the appearance of the song “Happiness to the Nth Power” instantly solved Harrison Clark’s sense of unreality, connecting him with Carrie Thomas from a thousand years ago on this planet, creating a new fulcrum for him.

Harrison Clark sat in his chair, his hands supporting his cheeks, his head tilted at a forty-five-degree angle.

His eyes were wide open, his gaze lost and scattered, with little specks of light jumping in his eyes.

About ten minutes passed like this, and he came back to his senses, his gaze slowly gathering.

The countless clues in his mind had been quietly woven together like hemp threads, forming a complete plan, turning into a rope that was enough for him to climb the cliff.

Immediately afterward, Harrison Clark quickly got up and went straight to the cockpit, turned on the gravitational wave scanner of the Morrowind No.1, and narrowed the scanning range to within three hundred meters, covering the entire whale carcass.

The purpose of reducing the scanning range was to improve accuracy.

Harrison Clark held the mouse and dragged the image on the LED monitor, locating the whale carcass generated like 3D modeling again.

After finding the cube inside earlier, Harrison Clark didn’t look closely at other places, and he started digging impulsively.

Had he not returned to a meditative state and begun an exhaustive and comprehensive reflection, he might have forgotten to continue to explore the secrets in the whale’s stomach.

He continuously scrolled the wheel, zooming in and out of the image, as if an architect was examining a CAD drawing.

About ten minutes later, he indeed found something suspicious.

There was a lot of “garbage” piled up in a creased area deep in the whale’s intestine.

This garbage usually consists of animal bones remaining after being digested by whales, dominated by various fish bones, large and small.

These osseous substances will be slowly digested, becoming the source of calcium supplementation for the whale.

Harrison Clark had noticed this pile of bones before, but didn’t pay much attention to it.

At that time, his focus was on finding the antimatter biological battery components within the whale’s body, only to be attracted by the non-organic substance instead.

Previously, he hadn’t reduced the scanning range of the gravitational wave detector, the monitoring accuracy was insufficient, and he couldn’t accurately display the shape of medium and small fish bones, only discerning two or three complete fish skeletons of suspected sharks and large sailfish.

But now, as Harrison Clark carefully observed, he found some unusual bones among the pile of fish bones.

Zooming in further, he examined them with his naked eye.

Harrison Clark furrowed his brow as he quickly identified what it was.

A piece of human finger bone.

He examined them one by one, and found more and more human bones.

Arm bones, rib bones, leg bones…and a large pile of skull fragments pressed underneath, with large ones the size of a palm and small ones only the size of a fingernail.

Ten minutes later, he carefully removed the entire pile of bones using a mechanical arm.

An hour later, Harrison Clark glued the skull fragments together like a treasure map.

It was a pleasant surprise that it was more complete than expected.

Half an hour later, Harrison Clark completed facial simulation reconstruction using a program he wrote.

Looking at the photo on the screen, Harrison Clark sighed.

It was somewhat unexpected but also reasonable.

The owner of this face was Sergey.

According to the bone age identified automatically, Sergey was only in his twenties when he died.

So Sergey did die after all, and he died very young?

If it were Harrison before, he might have had a mental breakdown, but now he quickly adjusted and just let out a sigh while continuing his actions.

He then used a mechanical arm to quickly collect the beach chairs, sun umbrellas, and barbecue grills on the shore, immediately setting off to return to his base where he stored materials in a coastal city.

He slept first, and then got up early the next morning to start assembling the equipment.In the evening, he built a half-life detector with a detection accuracy of up to thirty days, using the disassembled scanning probe from the Quark Device as its core.

The detection results showed that the CD player didn’t date back very far, less than thirty years.

The era in which Sergey’s skeletal remains ceased to show signs of life was roughly consistent with the CD player, also less than thirty years old.

New questions arose.

It meant that about thirty years ago, Sergey, who was not yet twenty years old, was buried in the belly of a fish, and due to the unusual toughness of his bones, he and the CD player were hidden in the giant whale’s stomach for thirty years.

At first glance, this seems reasonable, but there are logical flaws.

First of all, Sergey Ponomarenko’s birth year of 2543 shouldn’t change.

In this timeline, 2543 must be a chaotic wartime era, which was a good opportunity for Sergey to rise to power.

But 2543 is already 477 years from 3020 and 437 years from 2990.

How could Sergey be less than twenty years old in 2990?

So, did I possibly not travel to 3020 but around 2593 instead?

Yet, Harrison Clark tested the half-life of some other things and confirmed that he was in 3020.

There seems to be no resolution to the contradiction.

Harrison Clark continued to forcefully deduce.

There are two more possibilities.

First, Sergey, who was less than twenty years old, mastered cryogenic technology and woke up thirty years ago, only to be swallowed by the giant whale.

Second, Sergey acquired technology that allowed him to become young again and lived until he died thirty years ago.

But neither of these possibilities is realistic.

Assuming that the possibility is valid, if Sergey is indeed dead and thirty years have passed, the section on Sergey in the enemy’s command should have gradually faded away with the information transmission capability of the ZS bacteria and their carrier animals’ connections. But it has not.

Every time Harrison Clark wanted to answer a question, he would have more questions.

If it had been him before, he would have given up thinking by now, but this time he decided to delve deeper into the matter.

Gradually, a third possibility emerged from the depths of his mind.

Sergey cloned himself and established a secret base, using an automated default program to clone himself continuously over five hundred years.

The owner of the remains is not Sergey, but his clone.

Each time a Sergey clone dies, after a period, a new Sergey appears.

So, the animals have been hunting him all along.

After this judgment appeared, Harrison Clark hesitated for less than ten seconds before confirming what seemed like a possibility but actually had to be the inevitable conclusion.

So, the new focus arises.

Where is Sergey’s secret base?

What else is in his secret base?

A quantum storm erupted in Harrison Clark’s mind, spraying out vast amounts of information like a fountain.

Although the giant whale he killed was a mutant, it had most likely been a blue whale before the mutation.

What was the distribution and movement pattern of large blue whales on Earth in the 21st-century?

Personal traits and tendencies revealed in Sergey’s life events.

To achieve automated cloning with such precise control four hundred years later, this technology must have involved someone other than Sergey, and another genius from the 26th century, Willian, who was older than Sergey, was likely involved.

So, considering these two personalities’ traits, the global environment at the time, and the blue whales’ living patterns, Harrison Clark gradually came to a conclusion.

The location where the giant whale devoured Sergey’s clone body did not occur on the Asian continent, but on another Australian continent!

Australia has always been characterized by vast land and sparse population, and is remote from other continents, making it a suitable enclave.

Sergey is a mad scientist, often having crazy ideas, and Willian is no better.

In the timeline where the S bacteria first appeared, the place where Willian completed his self-sublimation and stepped onto the stage of history was Australia.

So, it wouldn’t be strange for Willian to have some karmic ties with the Australian continent.

So if these two joined forces to build a base, they might have chosen the isolated Australia.

After making up his mind, Harrison Clark decisively took off, crossing the Pacific Ocean, and headed straight for Australia.

Time flies as he spent another month in Australia.

During this month, he hunted animals continuously, gathering more information.

Meanwhile, he also searched the sparsely distributed cities and towns on Australia, as well as the ruins of large railway tracks and other roads connecting the settlements.

On the afternoon of June 1, 3020, Harrison Clark input the rebuilt road grid and city distribution points along with the overall distribution of the mutant animals into the server, and projected it onto the super-large display in front of him.

He sat at the scene, his eyes fixated, scanning the maps with his naked eyes and furiously driving his intuition to deduce deep within his mind.

After a full four hours, he slowly stood up, picked up a pen, and drew a small circle on the hand-drawn map of the Australian continent.

Forward!

Head straight for Hammersley Ridge!