Chapter 520: Chapter 341: “Coincidence” 3
This ti, the audience’s ranks were lower, and their emotions were more easily swayed. Master Clark believed he could create another glorious mont. “…Anyway, what I want to tell you is that the so-called creator of the new script is not but the cosmic wisdom. What I want to express is…”
“Wait! “Just as Harrison Clark was speaking happily, he was interrupted.
A Lost One with a strong military deanor stood up, “Captain Clark, I understand your thoughts personally, but you shouldn’t try to raise our expectations by belittling the image of our sages.”
“Yes! I admit my failure, butthat’s my own problem, not the problem of the sages!”
“We admire your courage to beco a warrior, but we do not approve of your so-called cosmic wisdom!”
“Yes, we hope you can live up to your identity and not joke about the sages!” Harrison Clark was fiercely criticized.
He was stunned.
He made a mistake.
The tried and tested soup for the soul had failed.
Harrison’s mind-processing system quickly analyzed the situation.
Learning from past mistakes, he quickly found the reason.
He beca arrogant after having been a leader once before.
There wasn’t much difference in his speaking level in the two tilines he had experienced. However, in the previous tiline, he was recognized as a leader, whereas, in the current tiline, he was rely a potential warrior.
Losing the halo of leadership, his words were no longer the absolute truth, just ordinary chicken soup.
Moreover, those who fell into the Lost City must have read many psychological counseling books and were on average masters of inspirational sayings.
Chicken soup was no longer effective.
“Captain Clark, we know you an well, but we know what’s in our hearts. Let’s forget about it this ti. As long as you don’t do this play again, we won’t bla you.”
“Yeah, let’s call it a day.”
“We’ll go back first.”
The people saw that Harrison Clark was stuck on stage and didn’t hold him responsible. Thus, they dispersed.
The War God Project’s assessnt ca through Alia Johnson’s communication device.
“A terrible speech could severely damage his confidence. D-Class rating. Suggested improvent plan: Terminate the new play’s performance and eliminate its influence before Harrison Clark’s own influence improves.” Master Johnson felt wronged.
She didn’t do anything wrong.
“See, I told you it’s not that simple. But it’s not your fault, you have your understanding, but you shouldn’t try to change others’ worldview with your own understanding.”
Alia comforted him.
Harrison didn’t nod or shake his head, “It’s alright, it’s just a waste of a few months of my ti. Thank you for your trust and help.”
He planned to return to the Black Bear Training Base.
He was a little disappointed, but it wasn’t a big deal.
He originally wanted to use this thod to quickly improve his social status, so that he could accomplish many tasks, which could save a lot of accumulated ti.
Since the shortcut didn’t work, he could go back to the base and walk the old path by focusing on Brainwave Synchronization Resonance Training and improving his awakening percentage.
His current awakening percentage was 36.70%.
In another hundred days, he could reach 37.70%.
Then, he could spend 30 more days to reach 38% and return to the pinnacle height of the entire civilization’s awakening rate.
At that ti, his words and actions should be more effective.
After saying goodbye to Alia, Harrison soared into the sky and flew out of the theater.
Just as he floated out, he saw that the place outside was in chaos, so he looked up.
At so point, a giant do shield covered the open ground outside the theater.
The intelligence function of the Galaxy Basic Armor indicated that this was a very basic force field shield that could be easily breached by not only the Galaxy Equipnt but also the Drogon Armant.
In that case, the intention of the force field shield was obvious – to trap the other unard Lost Ones.
Far away, outside the do shield, more than a dozen people were floating in the air.
Among them, one person’s Galaxy Warrior armor looked particularly ferocious. Its Omnipotent Battle Armor form stood at 15 ters tall, with a huge weapon box on its back that wasn’t present in the standard battle armor.
Behind these dozen Galaxy Warriors, there were hundreds of thousands of white dical robots and tens of thousands of unmanned Galaxy Battle Ball Basic Armors floating.
“Damn it, how did this guy co again?”
“It’s not ti for this month yet, has he gone crazy?”
“Right, isn’t it the day after tomorrow? I told my wife I’d be back for supper when I left. It’s terrible now.”
“Alas, what should we do?”
Below Harrison, many strong n huddled together, looking quite distressed.
Without asking, Harrison knew who had arrived.
The labor model, Needham Brown, who took it upon himself to grind the Lost Warriors.
He organized another large-scale sweep this month.
It was unexpectedly coincidental for Harrison Clark to witness it in person.
“All forr combat personnel of the Lost Ones, stand up for !”
With the help of the auxiliary system, Needham Brown’s calm voice echoed in every person present.
As he spoke, Needham Brown led tens of thousands of Galaxy Basic Armors into the do shield.
The other innocent onlookers retreated while tens of thousands of people stepped forward, forming four neat square formations.
Each person maintained a distance of three ters from one another, showing that most of the Lost Ones were well-trained and had been real veterans.
“The usual rules: the battle armor will automatically recognize and match your level; it won’t actually let you die here. Put them on and attack with all your strength until you all fall by my hand, or until you defeat .”
“I won’t take advantage of my equipnt to bully others. If anyone attacks , my special instructor armor will recognize your current level, and my equipnt will automatically synchronize to the sa level.”
After Needham Brown finished speaking, tens of thousands of Galaxy Basic Armors began to drift forward.
But his gaze suddenly shifted to another place.
Harrison Clark was just floating there, watching the excitent.
“Who’s over there! Co here!”
Needham Brown spoke sternly.
Harrison Clark was startled, “Huh? I’m not a Lost One. You can train them, what does that have to do with ?”
Needham Brown grinned deeply, “Which unit are you from? Since you’re already wearing the equipnt, co join us. You’re really lucky. Normally, my lectures aren’t accessible to just anyone.”
At that mont, a warning from the War God Research Institute sounded in Needham Brown’s communication system, “General Needham Brown, that’s Harrison Clark! He’s part of the War God Project…”
Crack!
Needham Brown silently crushed the communication equipnt on the Basic Armor.
Of course, he knew that was Harrison Clark.
Why else would he be here today?
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