I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 857 - 512: The Milky Way Explosion, Ephemeral Eternity, Growing Old_3
Chapter 857: Chapter 512: The Milky Way Explosion, Ephemeral Eternity, Growing Old_3
Unfortunately, this time it was too late, the earlier setbacks left the situation beyond redemption.
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It seemed that the higher-order civilization behind the Compound-Eyed Observer had given it a death order and even repeatedly upped the stakes.
Ultimately, all these events led to the brief appearance of human civilization, which was just beginning to blossom into an eternal civilization.
In reality, Kardashev’s classification of cosmic civilizations ended at the third level, with the fourth and fifth levels merely being the conjectures of twentieth-century theoretical scientists like Kaido Hideo and Carl Sagan.
There were some errors in ancient conjectures.
For example, the ancients overestimated the technological content of dark energy; developing dark energy was not as difficult as they thought. They also underestimated the mysteries of time. Even now, Harrison Clark does not know the source of the energy that allows him to travel through time, and he has also clearly discovered that black holes do not affect time.
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In the universe, time is a much more stable constant than space, even more so than the cosmos itself.
Even before the birth of the universe, time should have been a constant, always moving forward irreversibly.
It’s just that there were no people or sentient beings to perceive the objective existence of time at that moment.
Even if mass-energy is no longer conserved, and entropy is reversible, time remains irreversible, neither accelerating nor decelerating.
But the ancients guessed one thing right. Individuals in a fourth-level civilization could indeed live in black holes, and Harrison Clark himself was the proof.
Perhaps, in this timeline, humanity had become the most dazzling record in the Compound-Eyed Observer’s book of achievements.
Destroying a fourth-class civilization, even if it was just born and even with the help of a higher-order civilization, the Compound-Eyed Observer had broken the observable history of the universe.
Harrison Clark’s gaze remained fixed on the collision of the massive black hole and the Galactic Center.
Soon after, an even more dazzling explosion completely devoured his stream of consciousness.
Before that, his will had moved forward with the massive black hole, witnessing the empty “Cosmic City” built by the Compound-Eyed Observer around the Galactic Center.
It was a massive nebula chain that stretched for 150 light-years.
Within the nebula chain, a large number of “Slave Tribes” born in different eras and galaxies throughout the Milky Way were raised.
Compared to human civilization, which depended on Harrison Clark and lived openly, it is uncertain whether these alien civilizations that were unknowingly enslaved were fortunate or unfortunate.
In the past, Harrison Clark and the scholars at the academy thought that the Compound-Eyed Observer would destroy all races approaching the boundary of a Type I Civilization. But now it seemed that these races were moved to the “pigpen” by the Observer, silently observing and absorbing the creations and achievements that these slaves provided.
If it were not for the humans igniting the Milky Way Galaxy, these slave races might have existed for a long time in the state of eternal slavery until they were drained of all potential.
It was precisely their lowliness and failure that forced them to be involved in the high-intensity war between humans and the Compound-Eyed Observer, and to be buried with the entire Milky Way.
In this universe, regardless of right or wrong, the only thing that matters most is the existence itself.
It is true for humans and alien civilizations alike.
Harrison Clark closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes.
…
The morning sunlight was so glaring.
The furnishings in the room seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.
Outside the window of early summer, the cheerful chirping of magpies could be heard.
There was no one beside him, but his quilt still carried the faint scent of Carrie Thomas.
He slowly sat up and hugged his knees.
He was back.
He knew he should be full of emotions, but his heart was inexplicably calm, without any ups and downs.
Even though he had foreseen success in the next timeline, his excitement was replaced by indescribable tranquility.
He turned and looked at the pile of neatly stacked woolen pants on his bedside table.
It was a distant memory, but the woolen pants brought Harrison Clark back to the present in an instant.
These woolen pants were knitted by his grandmother before she passed away.
They had been shaken off the bed by him and Carrie Thomas the night before.
Carrie Thomas had a habit of getting up early, so she had folded the woolen pants.
The door of the villa bedroom opened, and Carrie Thomas walked in, wearing his plaid pajamas.
Harrison Clark’s pajamas looked very large on her, and the collar was loose.
She looked somewhat lazy, seductive, and expectant.
Her smile was radiant, her fingers still dripping with water, as if she had just washed her hands.
“You’re back?”
Carrie Thomas’s eyes curved like crescent moons, “You must be tired, I just made breakfast.”
Harrison Clark grinned, “I have a big appetite, you know.”
“I know.”
While talking, Carrie Thomas suddenly pounced on him, her fingers tracing his face and trembling as they touched the corners of his eyes.
Those were faint crow’s feet wrinkles.
Carrie Thomas whispered softly, “You’ve aged.”
At that moment, Harrison Clark was as rigid as a rock.
Aged.
Is that it?
That… is the price, isn’t it?
This price is too small.
Harrison Clark smiled, his crow’s feet becoming more pronounced.
“It’s fine. I have hundreds of years to live now. I can even live for thousands more.”
