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

Chapter 657: Chapter 414: For The Sake of Reproduction, Without Losing Face (5500 words, additional update)_1

“Harrison Clark?”

Carrie Thomas called out from downstairs, but no one answered.

The spacious villa’s lobby was so vacant, one could even hear the echo.

“Where is he?”

Carrie muttered to herself as she went upstairs, just to find a big suitcase by the master bedroom’s door.

She knew that was Harrison’s luggage.

Harrison only returned to Carlisle today, ostensibly to show North America Branch Company’s business to Europe’s fat man.

But Carrie knew that today was the day of time travel, so she felt that, in reality, this guy just wanted to be closer to her before each trip, even if he would never admit it.

Actions speak louder than words; it was the standard for successful men.

Carrie chuckled sweetly.

She could feel that, out of everyone, Harrison cared the most about her.

Maybe it was because of feelings, or perhaps it was because of Morning Wind.

Did it matter why he cared?

Not really.

What mattered was the fact itself.

Carrie walked over and peeked into the master bedroom, “What are you doing? What are you daydreaming about?”

Harrison, lost in thought, got startled, “Ahem, ahem. No, nothing, I was just figuring out how to protect and escort the fat man so that he can showcase his talents.”

Carrie gave him a doubtful look, “I don’t believe you. Something so trivial couldn’t have gotten you lost in thought. You must be considering something much more significant. What? Are you feeling down again? Do you need me to give you a boost?”

Harrison quickly shook his head, “No, no, no, nothing big. No need for a boost, I’m already full of energy.”

“Then what were you thinking?”

Carrie stood in front of Harrison, hands on hips, with a tenacious expression, determined to get to the bottom of it.

Harrison nervously looked up at her, and his heart raced.

Damn it, he had forgotten that Carrie would send her head over tonight, and his mind was too relaxed, which allowed her to catch him in the act.

How could Mr. Clark admit that the problem he was considering was somewhat… taboo?

On a grand scale, it could be called “On the Necessity of Improving Racial Genes Unscrupulously for the Survival of Civilization – As a Savior, Should We Have More Responsibility and Give It Our All, Even If There Is Only A One-in-a-Billion Chance.”

On a smaller scale, it was simply, “should the two of us, you know, do it.”

Yes, it was that concise, blunt, and shameless.

But Mr. Clark eventually had to save face, “Oh, there’s really nothing. As you know, I have many issues to consider every time before I travel, and I have to be very meticulous.”

This reason was quite sufficient, and Carrie reluctantly believed him, “Alright, but I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Huh?”

Carrie shrugged, “In the memories of your time travels, you may have gone back, but in the memories of your stay and what we see and remember, you never left – you’re still you. The things you think about today; you can still ponder them after waking up tomorrow.”

Harrison nodded, “That’s true. But last time, we successfully destroyed the enemy’s vanguard battleship and saw their main force. I can’t help but ponder how to do even better; I can’t control myself.”

“You’re trying to calculate the possible situation after going back, right?”

Harrison smiled again, “That too, I guess. You understand me pretty well, Carrie.”

Carrie smiled sweetly, shook her long hair, and flicked her head, “Of course, I’m not stupid. And I also know that when you fall asleep and start dreaming, everyone in the world, including me and possibly the entire solar system, the Milky Way, and even the entire universe, turn into a reflection. We live in a false timeline destined to disappear. This timeline will keep extending until a thousand years later, when you die in the catastrophe a thousand years from now.”

Harrison: “According to your theory, from a philosophical perspective, whether it’s the ‘me’ who stays or you all, everyone becomes someone who seemingly exists but is, in fact, a falsehood?”

Carrie blinked, “Mhm. Don’t you think it’s kind of sad?”

“Uh?”

“But it’s also pretty happy.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t I say it in my last life’s dying words? This way, we can be together for many lifetimes. Ancient people say that a thousand past lives of glancing back could exchange for just passing by each other in this life. They also say that being on the same boat for a hundred years of cultivation and sharing the same pillow for a thousand years of cultivation. I can have a relationship with you that lasts for several lifetimes. I’m entirely satisfied. Whether it’s real or fake, dream or reality, I don’t care. In tens of millions of years, if humans still exist, if they can still remember our names, remember our efforts for the sake of civilization, our stories will be passed down, and people will envy our luck of knowing and accompanying each other forever.”

“At first, my ideal was very lofty, but even without knowing it, I was moved by the previous timeline where I completed Morning Wind simply because I loved you and didn’t want to disappoint you. Whenever I think about it, I feel moved too. Furthermore, I understand that even though my motivation for creating Morning Wind isn’t solely for you anymore but also for all of humanity, I know my starting point has never changed. Because when I see you happy, I feel happy, so I try, and I succeed. Will such love last for billions of years?” She chuckled again, “Like Romeo and Juliet?”

Harrison’s eyes widened, and his face was full of shock.

Carrie’s words… were utterly unfair.

Something was off today, it felt strange.

She didn’t seem like herself, very uncharacteristic.