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

Chapter 655: Chapter 412: The Cost of Expansion (Extra, Thanks to Deepsea Bro for Being the Fourth Alliance Leader!)_1

Tonight, Ward only had some vegetable and fruit salad.

He claimed that losing weight should start with controlling one’s diet.

Then, he sat on the sofa with an empty stomach all day, humming to himself until 7 in the evening, spouting self-encouraging words like “I’m hungry,” “I can’t go on,” and “perseverance is victory.”

Samantha urged him to take things gradually, but he wouldn’t listen.

He even told Samantha that he was going to exercise and went downstairs to the gym.

Samantha didn’t know what to do with him, so she just continued to study Harrison’s quantum programming algorithm in the study, letting him be.

At 8:58 PM, Samantha saw that Ward still hadn’t come upstairs to take a shower and became suspicious.

Usually, the fat fellow could only keep running for less than ten minutes before he’d start complaining about how tired he was.

This time, he had been at it for almost two hours without making a sound, which was really strange.

Samantha hurried downstairs to check on him, only to find him, dressed in a sweat-soaked tank top, collapsed beside the elliptical machine.

She quickly rushed over to him.

Ward seemed to have just passed out, sweat dripping down his tank top onto the carpet, soaking it and leaving a human-shaped imprint.

Samantha knew first aid and CPR.

However, Ward’s fat was so thick that her strength was exhausted just turning him over, unable to press down on him.

Samantha quickly called Mr. Louie, who lived in the neighboring villa, and phoned the emergency center of the Royal Hospital, long-term partners of the Owen family.

Mr. Louie arrived on the scene one minute later.

But within that minute, Ward’s heartbeat and pulse became weaker and weaker until they stopped entirely. At that moment, Mr. Louie finally arrived and started emergency rescue measures.

After clarifying the situation and hanging up, Harrison’s hands were freed, and he began to run faster.

His expression was incredibly grave.

There was no conspiracy or ambush in the incident; it was just a farce.

Ward, who hadn’t exercised in so long, didn’t know what made him suddenly determined to put aside everything and work out, but as a result, he pushed himself past his limits, causing cardiac arrest.

This had never happened in the previous timeline.

Ward was always lazy and indifferent, talking about losing weight, but never really doing anything about it.

Harrison thought he had understood Ward’s character completely after going through numerous historical materials.

So he had never been worried about it, never considered the possibility of this happening, and was entirely unprepared.

But this time, an accident happened.

Harrison knew the reason, and the root of the problem was himself.

He had triggered the backlash of time and space once again.

Recently, Ward had borne too many invisible setbacks.

The gap between reality and his ideals constantly attacked Ward’s mind.

He had always longed to break free from his father’s shadow and prove himself.

That’s why, when facing Harrison, Ward unhesitatingly threw himself at him, determined to hold onto this savior.

Little did he know, he was jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.

He did hold onto Harrison, but Harrison’s shadow was even more overwhelming, leaving Ward with no chance to struggle.

Ward never accepted it.

The more he felt like this, the more anxious he became.

Until the enormous gap between reality and his expectations exceeded his psychological bearing capacity.

In short, Ward’s mentality had collapsed.

However, his collapse didn’t lead him to give up, but instead, he decided to face reality and strive harder.

He accepted the fate of being a purebred stallion and prepared to become a better one.

He wanted to improve his heart and lung function and metabolic rate through exercise to enhance his sperm quality.

The idea was beautiful, but he overcorrected, didn’t prepare enough and didn’t ask a professional to guide his training, resulting in a life-threatening situation.

On the surface, Harrison seemed calm, but deep down, he was both anxious and guilty.

Playing with time was like playing with fire.

And trying to control people’s unpredictable hearts was like playing with fire on the edge of an oil barrel – severely vulnerable to the silent bites of the space-time storm.

When he fell into the illusion that he could control everything, he had unwittingly stepped onto the dangerous edge of a cliff.

Now, Harrison was paying the price for his arrogance.

Harrison punched himself in the chest.

I’m such an idiot!

All day, people called me Mr. Clark, teacher, boss, sage, and leader, making me think I was God, omnipotent and omniscient.

I should have noticed Ward’s mental state earlier and not always put him down like that.

It’s not that Ward is weak and can’t take a blow.

This is simply an unforeseen accident.

Sigh.

Harrison let out a silent sigh, clenched his teeth, and continued running forward.

Thank heaven.

Just as Harrison was about to arrive at Silias Villa, Samantha called and gave him some good news.

After Mr. Louie used a cardiac pacemaker and CPR, breaking three of Ward’s ribs in the process, Ward’s heartbeat and consciousness gradually returned.

Harrison felt a huge weight lifted from his chest.

Only then did he feel the cold sweat soaking his body.That was close.

Even though this time-space rebound didn’t look as thrilling as when Carrie Thomas nearly had a car accident before, it was no less dangerous.

If Fat brother really died, it would be even more unfair.

Who knows how the historical records will write about this a thousand years later.

A perfectly good reincarnation of an emperor turned into a tragic comedy.

If Fat brother knew, he would definitely die with his eyes wide open.

As a top luxury residence in Oxfordshire, the security of Silias Villa is very professional with almost no dead ends within the community.

Running short on time, Harrison Clark didn’t bother notifying the security guards and decided to climb over the fence.

The security system, which could defend against 99% of thieves in the world, was like nothing to Harrison Clark.

With a light jump, he crossed the iron grid wall, then landed on the ground and dashed directly to Fat brother’s house.

The 24-hour manned surveillance didn’t even have time to send an automatic alarm, let alone being caught by the security patrol’s naked eyes.

Harrison Clark used a total of 2 minutes and 37 seconds from receiving the call to arriving at the scene.

“How’s the situation?”

Harrison Clark opened the floor-to-ceiling window of the first-floor gym and hurriedly entered, asking.

Fat brother, still lying on the floor, had a half-red half-white face, still sweating from his forehead, occasionally coughing dryly, but trying to suppress the urge to cough continuously and mumbling.

Breaking three ribs was not a joke, it must have hurt like hell.

Samantha was anxiously sitting next to Fat brother, only able to watch him with worried eyes.

Now that she’s pregnant, she doesn’t dare to take any more risks.

Mr. Louie, who was about to turn around and get some water, glanced back, “Mr. Clark?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Mr. Louie swallowed, “No… there shouldn’t be any serious problems.”

As a professional bodyguard, Mr. Louie knew the terrain of the whole Oxfordshire city very well.

He was also very familiar with Harrison Clark’s location.

Now his mind was a bit dazed.

The distance he had to travel was more than ten kilometers, and Samantha had only just called him a few minutes ago, how could he have arrived so quickly?

Even a helicopter taking off and landing wouldn’t be that fast!

Ward Owen heard Harrison Clark’s voice, and his slightly dazed mind due to severe pain sobered up a bit, “Master… Master, I’m fine.”

Harrison Clark came over and took his pulse first, “Not bad, but saying you’re fine is a bit of a stretch. Sigh, I don’t know what to say about you. If you want to lose weight, don’t be so reckless, have a plan.”

After saying that, he felt it wasn’t right to scold Fat brother who just escaped death.

“Forget it, learn from your mistakes and be smarter in the future. I’d rather you stay fat. Haven’t I told you, you’re not that bad like this, there’s no need to be so hard on yourself.”

Fat brother’s situation was complicated, Harrison Clark didn’t know how to comfort him, so he just said something like that.

Ward Owen muttered in agreement, indicating that he understood, but whether he truly understood was hard to say.

Without wasting any more time, Mr. Louie handed Fat brother a glass of water in one hand and a painkiller in the other.

The painkiller was not ordinary, it was a lifesaving item from Mr. Louie’s days fighting overseas, it could barely suppress even gunshot pain, its effects were extraordinary.

In less than a minute, Fat brother stopped groaning, but his head was a bit dazed, looking a bit like a drunkard.

There were still a few minutes before the ambulance would arrive, and Chris Owen was rushing over from the Owen family mansion.

As Fat brother’s eyes gradually closed, seemingly falling asleep.

Harrison Clark whispered to Samantha to keep a close eye on him later to prevent him from doing any reckless acts.

Unexpectedly, Ward Owen suddenly opened his eyes and wailed, “I’m sorry, Master! I’m really sorry for causing you trouble. I’m sorry, my wife, for making you scared. I’m sorry, Mr. Louie, I’m really sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I… ”

Perhaps he was really upset, or perhaps the hallucinogenic painkiller had broken through his psychological defenses, exposing his slightly collapsed state without reservation.

Harrison Clark sighed, “Sigh… ”

By then, he knew where he was wrong.

Dragging Ward Owen into the quest for the Solution was his mistake.

In the six people for the Solution, Carrie Thomas, Avril Green, Rainer, and Julia Lambert were not ordinary, possessing strong mental attributes and astonishing talents.

There were different strengths, each having their own unique skills.

Compared to these people, Ward Owen, who was born in a rich family, was more like an ordinary person.

It’s not that Ward Owen had no abilities.

Fat brother’s talent was already quite good, at least surpassing 99.99% of people.

His mental qualities could also surpass 99.99% of people.

But that’s still not enough, because the other five people in the Solution had at least a 99.9999% overall quality.

The difference in two decimal points seemed small but was actually worlds apart.

Although Ward Owen was already quite outstanding, he still couldn’t bear such a heavy responsibility as the savior.

He couldn’t bear the psychological pressure, so much so that his judgment was unbalanced, and in order to lose weight, he became impatient and forgot to advance step by step, making a major mistake.

“You all go out for a while, I’ll have a talk with him alone.”

It wasn’t time for Samantha and Mr. Louie to know the truth, so he spoke calmly in an irresistible tone, fearing Fat brother would accidentally reveal something if he continued like this.

Mr. Louie’s lips quivered, wanting to argue, but he didn’t say anything in the end.

Samantha was a little worried, but she figured Harrison Clark would be watching, so nothing should go wrong.

Once they left, Harrison Clark sat down on the ground.

“Alright, I know you’re wronged, they’re both gone now, so you can vent properly. But don’t move too much to avoid rib dislocation and puncturing your lung.”

Fat brother was initially frightened and quickly adjusted his pace of breathing, just sobbing incessantly.

After about half a minute, he sobbed and whispered, “Master, I’m so unwilling. I wanted to help you, wanted to do something, but I couldn’t do anything right. Why am I such a loser?”