I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1217 - 707 Unexpected Complications_4
Chapter 1217: Chapter 707: Unexpected Complications_4
Chapter 1217 -707: Unexpected Complications_4
The cave was pitch-black.
Of course, Nico Ross didn’t have a physical body right now, and his observation of the outside world relied on mechanical scanning, which directly projected signals into his thoughts for modeling.
After nearly two minutes of free fall, Nico’s armor began to decelerate, and landed with a click on a flat metal surface.
There was nothing around but the metal floor and the circular walls.
Then nearly a hundred thousand other units landed one after another.
Silverfish stayed with Nico all the way.
“It wants us to do nothing, the Ultimate Transformation is about to begin.”
Sophie Lee relayed the message.
In the next instant, Silverfish trembled slightly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Everyone just felt the ground vibrate slightly, and a puddle of sticky, transparent gel began to seep out from the ground.
Nico looked down.
Martha Owen outside was doing a synchronized analysis and reporting to Nico, Needham Brown, and other captains.
Martha said, “This is not ordinary gel.”
Nico, “I could deduce that with my pinky toe.”
Martha, “Can you stop interrupting?”
“Sorry.”
“You can think of it as countless tiny energy vortexes; the continuous surging of these vortexes forms a gel-like liquid. So far, I can’t analyze the pattern and composition of these vortexes. Its precision has reached below the Real Energy level.”
Nico was shocked, “Isn’t Real Energy already the endpoint of physical division?”
Martha sighed, “That’s why I told you to read more books. Besides Real Energy, aren’t there also Virtual Energy and Median Value? The latest research report suggests that there indeed exists an even lower unit. It existed before the birth of the universe and briefly appeared during the alternation of different cosmic generations.”
“Median Value?”
“Median Value is just one of its characteristics, just like when we describe something, we would mention its length, width, and height. In fact, people in ancient times had already explicitly proposed this hypothesis, but they had never been as close to it as we are now. The ancients called it ‘ether’. You have to admire their wisdom, being able to imagine it…”
Nico, “Say something useful, I can’t understand the high-tech stuff.”
“Next, this gel will spread upward along your armor, infiltrating it from the uncontrollable depth of information, and tampering with the underlying structure of your armor. The defense measures of ultra-micro robots and Intelligent Brain Chips may not be able to block it. This science transcends our cosmic generation.”
Nico was suddenly shocked, “This…”
With his relatively limited knowledge, he couldn’t imagine the concept of the science that transcended the universe, as Martha mentioned.
“What are you talking about? Just do it already!” Needham Brown stepped in impatiently at this point.
Edgar, Bainesta, and O’Brien chimed in unison, “That’s right.”
Marthus, “Where’s the enemy?”
Mitchell, “Yeah, where’s the enemy?”
There were only walls and other Glenoid Tribe individuals around, but no critical targets to attack.
Quentin Wallace, “Could we first test the waters by attacking randomly?”
At that moment, Martha Owen suddenly exclaimed, “Not good, just received a notification from the headquarters, the Compound-Eyed Observer’s main army has actively launched an attack on our fleet assembled in the Cloudtop War Zone. The Glenoid Tribe Evolutionary Form has appeared again!”
At that very moment, there was a violent tremor in the depths of the cave, and Martha’s voice abruptly ceased.
Nico and the others looked at each other.
Communication with the outside had been cut off.
In theory, this was impossible.
To ensure the success of the mission, Martha had developed a Real Energy-level composite communication medium with the support of the Academy.
Even across the Triple Space, simple language communication could be maintained.
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At that moment, on Nico’s mind, a voice echoed, both strange and familiar, as if from a distant sky but also within reach—a voice of a young man.
“Harrison Clark, I’ve been waiting for you.”
This voice sounded as if filled with a sense of accomplishment from a successful conspiracy, and a bit ferocious.
Nico’s mind exploded with a thunderous shock as if thousands of thunders collided.
“Who are you guys? Why do you call me Harrison Clark? That’s not my name.”
The voice then changed, becoming the ancient, vicissitudinous hoarse voice.
“No, you are Harrison Clark. We don’t know why we know your name, but it’s indeed engraved in our memory.”
This voice felt all too familiar to Nico.
In an instant, he recalled.
In the nonexistent history left by the sages, he once had a conversation with the Compound Eyed Observer and told the other party his name.
In the movie Compound Eye Crisis, based on the video material left by the sage, the other party’s voice had been simulated.
That was it.
But that was Sage Harrison Clark.
And it happened in non-existent history.
Why did this person remember?
Why did they call me that?
