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

Chapter 715: Chapter 440: Born in the Universe, Life as Insignificant as Grass 【6200 words】_1

Freddy’s life was coming to an end, but he had no idea, while Harrison Clark couldn’t help but feel somber.

That day, before setting out, Harrison delayed a little longer than usual.

He instructed Scarlett to order Freddy to stay put right where he was.

Although Harrison believed that no matter what he says, this person wouldn’t understand, but he couldn’t feel better without saying it.

It seemed as though Freddy just couldn’t stay idle.

After being told to stay put, he simply stood there, constantly gesturing with his hands in the air as if he were designing something.

Scarlett’s surveillance cameras projected the traces of his fingertips in the air using AR mode onto Harrison’s retina.

It was indeed a brand new interior design for Morrowind No.2.

With a length of fifty-five kilometers, the exterior of Morrowind No.2 was substantially complete, along with its powertrain layout, enabling it to achieve a stable cruising speed of 9.99 times the speed of light…

However, most of its interior remained empty, with various new features added but not completely filled out, still in need of completion.

Each new addition was not just about a single workshop but also involved coordination between different workshops to prevent accidents leading to an explosion and a chain of consequences, which had to deal with the entire ship’s energy distribution system.

With Harrison’s current mediocre skills, he could barely handle the original 5,000-kilometer-long Morrowind No.2, but when the ship expanded to fifty-five kilometers, he was utterly at a loss with the endless new features.

The difference between the two was like comparing a bamboo raft to an aircraft carrier.

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Harrison couldn’t do it, but Freddy could.

Thus, during this upgrade and renovation, Freddy took the lead while Harrison assisted.

During the previous renovations, the initially seemingly unconscious Freddy had already considered his posthumous circumstances, opting for a modular design.

If he couldn’t complete all of his work before he died, or if Harrison couldn’t realize all of Freddy’s designs on the 55-kilometer-long super-sized Morrowind No.2, it wouldn’t matter.

The front ten kilometers of the ship could be detached and become an independent, bullet-shaped vessel – just as stable, reliable, and high-performing.

Now, with only two days left in his life and his great plan unfinished, Freddy had everything calculated.

Perhaps he wasn’t entirely reconciled, so he kept busy, reluctant to rest for even a second.

It seemed he wanted to finish all of his designs before his death, leaving a complete legacy for Harrison.

He probably also had a problem with the limits of this era, wanting to surpass the 20-times-light-speed barrier.

Freddy’s fingers continued to gesture, then suddenly froze, both fingertips pointing upwards.

His neck went slack, his head tilting at a 45-degree angle, resting on his shoulder. His already hollow pupils grew even more unfocused – completely lacking direction.

Harrison knew he was spacing out once again.

The red indicator light on his wristwatch began to glow steadily.

Harrison received an urgent automatic alarm, reporting that Freddy’s brain was in an abnormally active state, his cranial quantum storm raging wildly, rapidly consuming the potential of his neuron cells and shortening his life-span.

Freddy’s neuron cells were peculiar, with a quantum stability state matching that of a young person, at their peak learning capacity and mental acuity. Yet, despite this, he exhibited the vitality of someone on the brink of death.

Neuron cells, already among the least regenerative cells in the human body, could hardly divide and multiply, their life-span virtually equal to that of the human body.

Each time Freddy spaced out, it placed immense strain on his brain, causing continuous deterioration and aging.

As much as Harrison wanted to save him, he was powerless to do so.

He had already tried sharing his own Resurrection Factor with Freddy, to no avail. It still failed to resolve Freddy’s inherent genetic deficiencies as a clone created from damaged stem cells due to long-term freezing.

This irreversible end to life was like Harrison’s own inability to achieve immortality through the Resurrection Factor.

Gradually, Freddy’s facial expression became more twisted, as though every cell on his face struggled to turn his body.

Even Harrison, with near-perfect control over his own body, could not replicate such a bizarre expression.

About forty minutes passed before Freddy returned to normal, adjusting his head and resuming his finger motions, which had become even faster.

Harrison said, “Freddy.”

“Come with me.”

Freddy mumbled in agreement, but his hands never stopped moving.

Harrison: “You know you’re about to die, right?”

This time, Freddy didn’t respond to him and busied himself even more.

Unfazed, Harrison continued speaking, regardless of whether or not Freddy could understand him.

“Sometimes I think this world really sucks. We could have done something great together. But why do you have only two days left to live?”

Harrison looked up at the ceiling of the armored room, “I don’t have a single familiar face left this time. If you die, I don’t know who I’ll talk to in the future. Will I really end up alone in this timeline?”

“Afterward… If my life can be sustained, if there is another timeline… Well, never mind. I probably won’t have any chance to meet you again, right? After all, you are a clone of Sergey, right? There’s still hope for me and others, but you…once we part, it will most likely be forever.”