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

Chapter 211 - 211: 167: On Behalf of Humanity, Thank

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His access was a one-time thing.

In the training field, Daniel Thompson was carefully demonstrating the usage of the Morrowind System to Harrison Clark.

He had originally thought that he would lose this genius student with a 34.37% awakening rate, but unexpectedly, he was able to get him back, feeling extremely overjoyed and cautious.

Daniel Thompson was afraid that Harrison Clark might get injured during the training, which would affect his ultimate potential.

Fortunately, Harrison Clark was very humble and serious about learning, not embarrassing him.

“The Morrowind System uses the latest compressed material technology. After activation, it will rapidly expand, causing the surrounding air to suddenly drop in temperature, so you must be very careful.”

“Alright, alright.”

“When switching forms, not only do you need to adjust your body posture in time, but you also need to be mentally prepared and quickly enter combat mode. On the battlefield, a moment of distraction can cost you your life.”

“I got it.”

Daniel Thompson said something, and Harrison Clark nodded.

Lion was very satisfied, feeling that the young man was indeed teachable.

The previous Harrison Clark hadn’t been so obedient and honest, constantly challenging his authority as a coach. This obedient and well-behaved look made Daniel Thompson feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

Far away, the other new recruits who were not qualified to touch the Morrowind System were casting envious glances at Harrison Clark.

After the morning training, everyone gathered around Harrison Clark and Daniel Thompson.

Everyone was asking Harrison Clark how it felt to use the Individual Soldier System for the first time and whether it was cool.

Harrison Clark remained expressionless.

What could he say?

Although he wanted to deliberately keep a low profile, Lion had been talking non-stop the entire morning and didn’t even let him touch the equipment. He didn’t have a damn clue how it felt.

In the afternoon, after Daniel Thompson had been talking for more than three hours, Harrison Clark finally had a chance to try it out for himself.

A click sounded as the card belt carrying the Morrowind System buckled around his waist.

Daniel Thompson repeatedly warned, “When you first start operating, do every technical action slowly! Be sure to prioritize stability, otherwise, you’ll easily get injured.”

Harrison Clark nodded, “No problem, Lion. Don’t worry, I’ll restrain myself and only use 70% of my power.”

Daniel Thompson snapped his fingers, “Right, keeping a 30% reserve will allow you to control your strength more freely.”

With a snap, Harrison Clark activated the system.

0.374 seconds later, the metallic armor covered his entire body.

He felt a slight chill and shivered a bit, but it was bearable.

Over on the instructor’s side, Daniel Thompson saw the data statistics pop up.

“Operator: Harrison Clark. Human-shaped Armor summoning time, 0.374 seconds. Operator’s physical stress level: 48%.”

This 48% indicated the degree of pressure exerted by the cold temperature on the operator when summoning the Morrowind Human-shaped Armor.

Harrison Clark still had a 52% margin, meaning he could further increase the summoning speed.

Daniel Thompson couldn’t help but be amazed, as expected of the world’s top Gene Awakening Rate.

Using only 50% of his power, he had already raised the data to 0.374 seconds, which was faster than Daniel Thompson himself.

What a beast!

After a brief pause, the data statistics on Daniel Thompson’s side updated again.

“After calculation, 0.374 seconds rank 798th in the entire army.”

Lion was dumbfounded.

48% physical state and ranked 798th in the entire army?

What would happen if it was at 100%?

Would he shake the heavens?

He’s a freak!

Over on Harrison Clark’s side, after a short break and the temperature had dropped, he began to switch states again.

This time, he switched into a Ground-based Cannon.

With a surge of white mist, his human-shaped armor expanded like it had been thrown into a Mentos and Coke mixture, eventually turning into a pitch-black giant cannon with a barrel length of more than twenty meters, pointing at the sky.

Harrison Clark’s body appeared in the cockpit below the huge cannon.

Behind the glass viewing cabin, people could see him sitting like he was in an old-fashioned tractor, firmly seated with his hands on the controls, adjusting the Ground-based Cannon’s aim and firing power.

Daniel Thompson checked the data again.

“Operator: Harrison Clark. Ground-based Cannon summoning time, 0.331 seconds. Operator’s physical stress level: 47%. After calculation, 0.331 seconds rank 737th in the entire army.”

Daniel Thompson:…

Lion’s mentality was about to collapse.

Harrison Clark was completely unaware that the data statistics on Daniel Thompson’s side included the estimated limit of his endurance as calculated by the Morrowind System’s monitoring device.

He was still secretly congratulating himself on his accurate control of his strength and keeping a low profile.

There’s no way I can show off this time, right?