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

Chapter 713: Chapter 439: There Are No Everlasting Banquets in the World_1

Seeing that Harrison Clark remained silent, Freddy repeated, “Freddy, come with me.”

At this point, Harrison understood his meaning.

He wanted to go out as well.

Freddy could only say these two sentences, so he used them to express any intentions he had.

Harrison Clark was surprised that he could have the initiative to come up with ideas.

Harrison glanced at the spare Galaxy Armor beside him, hesitated for a moment, and began to weigh the pros and cons in his heart.

At this time, a faint red light flickered on the smart terminal wristwatch on Freddy’s arm.

This indicated that the wearer’s physical condition was not good and needed treatment.

Clark’s wristwatch automatically performed a full-body scan every 24 hours, mainly to check his gene activation state.

As for Freddy’s wristwatch, it scanned every hour, mainly to track and investigate his innate defects as a clone, to monitor the stability of his genes, to provide medical treatment at any time and calculate the length of his remaining life.

With the continuous use of Ceylon Tea, Harrison’s activation rate finally slowly increased to 43.01%. However, it hardly increased recently, taking several days to rise just 0.01%.

The benefits he received were quite obvious: his mind became extraordinarily agile, his ability to retrieve information and carry out comprehensive analysis was top-notch, he had countless ideas, commonly referred to as having a wide range of thoughts like a mentally ill person.

But there were also drawbacks.

At most, he only lived for about thirty years and did not have enough knowledge, and though he had rich experiences, they lacked the precipitation of time.

In strict terms, his life experience was not as good as those of the centenarian “old people”. The quantum spirals storing memories in his brain lacked consolidation and strengthening, requiring a time-consuming grinding process.

So, after encountering the drastic change this time, he easily got stuck in a rut, and his decisions were somewhat extreme.

Harrison pulled up Freddy’s most recent physical examination report and glanced at it briefly.

There was no need to look closely at the extensive genetic stability analysis; he simply noticed Freddy’s life countdown.

There were only slightly over seven months left in this young man’s lifespan.

Clark suddenly realized.

According to Sergey’s preset timetable for the clones before his death, Freddy was about to leave the underground base and go to the surface to collect information on ZS animals, commonly known as signing his death warrant.

“Alright, you wear that suit.”

Harrison pointed to the spare Galaxy Armor and ordered Scarlett to install engineering auxiliary equipment for him as well.

About ten minutes later, the two of them stepped onto the surface of Star 9175, one after another.

The ground beneath their feet was the shell of a small space station.

Harrison looked around, the sky was gray, and the air had a faint yellow tint.

Enormous peaks towered, with countless gullies and ravines.

On the surface of the metal planet, some huge decommissioned ships were placed haphazardly, either pointing at the sky or half-leaning on the ground.

There was also an even larger disc-shaped space station, just showing the tip of the iceberg, partially exposed on the planet’s surface, forming the largest and highest mountain range on Star 9175’s surface, about 700 kilometers tall.

In the gaps between the huge ships, various-sized small ship wreckage and engineering machinery were hidden, and even torn Dyson membrane remains fluttered like cloth.

The metal structures had far greater stability than soil, so even though the gravity was nearly five times that of Earth, these scattered metal creations did not deform the ground to make it flat.

The ravines were caused by the staggered positions of the huge ships and abandoned space stations, and it would take at least hundreds of millions of years for this garbage star to slowly transform into a solid metal sphere.

As for now, it was not possible.

For example, the three or four meters wide ravine in front of Harrison’s eyes might lead straight to the center of the planet if he dropped down from it.

Harrison Clark looked back at Freddy who was following him, and instructed Scarlett, “Use simulated images to guide him, let him follow me, and not to run off. In addition, select the 300 most stable intelligent robots out of more than 600 and send them all out to search for materials.”

Scarlett: “Yes, sir.”

From then on, Harrison Clark and Freddy traveled back and forth across the giant garbage planet, collecting usable parts everywhere they went.

Energy modules, communication modules, high-energy reaction modules, ultra-fine scanning probes, monomer capacitors, well-preserved biological superconducting lines…

In short, they took anything that could be used or not, and threw them into the temporary warehouse near the Morrowind No.2.

Master Technician Clark was well versed in scavenging.

This time he had an even better scanner to assist him, Scarlett was continuously pulling technical information from the quantum network, guiding his direction, and he had functional engineering parts that could be used for cutting, transporting, dragging, and dismantling objects on site.

His efficiency was high.

After he successfully scavenged a complete miniature high-energy reactor and used new materials to make a composite string energy phase cutting knife, and assembled it into the engineering parts, his dismantling efficiency increased even more.

Not only that, but he occasionally upgraded the Galaxy Battle Armor from five hundred years ago.

Some parts that he could really use were also installed in the Morrowind No.2, to enhance the performance of Scarlett’s computing power, energy transfer efficiency, ship shields, and other components.

He even found a biological battery regenerator. This device was originally used to reverse the potential of biological batteries, allowing the depleted batteries to recover approximately 50% of their additional energy. After he modified it, it turned into a super copy machine capable of replicating base gene information.