Chapter 332 - Chapter 332: Chapter 231: If I Can't Create a Leader, I'll Be One Myself_l

Chapter 332: Chapter 231: If I Can’t Create a Leader, I’ll Be One Myself_l

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Similar situations had never been witnessed by Harrison Clark in the thirty- first century of the past.

In those timelines where humanity was suppressed by the “Song of the Wilderness”, the higher-ups in the World Government had few disagreements, even almost none at all.

Even if they had different views on the same matter due to their respective specialties, it was not an emotional confrontation, but a logical clash instead.

Though a logical clash seemed complicated, it was much easier to determine the winner or loser than an emotional confrontation, just like the saying “there is no first in literature, only second in martial arts”.

Divergent opinions would quickly disappear, unified consensus would be reached, and immediate action taken, with responsibility shared by all.

In the previous timeline where the World Government was not affected by the Song of the Wilderness, differences began to emerge, but under the unified will of the government, dissenters would quickly learn to compromise and understand each other, eventually reaching a relatively consistent view after compromise.

However, the sharp disagreement in front of Harrison Clark this time was something he had never seen before.

When Harrison Clark witnessed Nora Camp’s meeting on the establishment of the Giant Wave Vertical Team, he had some premonitions. However, under his secret manipulation, the subsequent progress of the event went smoothly, and others quickly followed his personal rhythm, causing him to gradually forget about the issue of different ideologies.

The scene in the present conference room was as noisy as a marketplace, quickly bringing the issue of ideological differences back to Harrison Clark’s mind.

Everyone had different opinions.

Some thought that since the Titan Institute had been exposed, the researchers inside should be transferred out as individuals, abandoning the research base.

Others thought that if radium hadn’t taken any action, the Titan Institute should act as if nothing had happened, maintain its research progress, and strive to achieve more viable technological breakthroughs in the shortest time possible; after all, there wasn’t much time left for humanity — even if it was attacked by radium eventually, it would only mean dying a few months earlier.

Some suggested relocating the institute and enhancing its network security, completely blocking external connections and waiting until there were enough results to be brought out by the Permanent Outsiders. This way, even if the radium detected it during its second large-scale information sweep, it would at least consume some of radium’s valuable resources again.

There were smaller disagreements within the larger ones regarding radium’s actions. Some believed that radium’s restart of the large-scale sweep would consume as much energy as last time, while others thought that given radium’s rate of progress, it would definitely find a more efficient yet equally effective method the second time around.

For example, the strength of the quantum information flow released by radium last time was a billion times the normal state, just to ensure success, but next time, radium might only increase it by a hundred million times or even just several tens of millions of times.

This loss would no longer be devastating for radium.

In that case, the relocation of the Titan Institute would lose its meaning, and relocating might even expose more information and affect the research progress as a result.

The debate over whether to strengthen battleships or expand the production capacity of the Elite Eagle Strike Armor was even more intense, to the point that if everyone wasn’t physically separated by vast distances and could only attend the meeting through virtual images, they might have even started a physical fight in the conference room right then and there.

Throughout the entire process, Harrison Clark, who pretended to be profound and playfully watched the drama unfold, was filled with emotion.

From time to time, people asked for the opinion of this strongest warrior and instructor, but he would simply wave his hand, indicating that they should continue talking as he listened; this was his first time attending such a meeting, so he just wanted to learn from it.

In reality, he was still simply observing.

If he hadn’t seen it for himself, he wouldn’t have dared to believe that such a chaotic scene could actually occur in a futuristic human society’s high-level meeting, a thousand years after the development of advanced technology. It seemed utterly surreal.

Such a scenario was unimaginable even in large-scale domestic meetings a thousand years ago.

But Harrison Clark wasn’t surprised by this.

As history had changed, the “Morning Wind” had ignited the self-awareness of the majority of people, and “Sharp edges fully exposed” caused the self­confidence of many to inflate excessively.

Before the crisis of radium, humanity had experienced nearly four hundred years of medium-intensity wars and conflicts.

Although hatred could be diluted by time and common goals, it still existed and was merely suppressed.

Furthermore, there was the loosely structured alliance of vertical teams that made up the current human society as a whole.

All these factors, when accumulated and converged, formed the peculiar pattern that could be seen from the microcosm in this small conference room.

It was not to say that those with different opinions had ulterior motives.

If it helped the survival of the race, these people would still rush forward without hesitation to sacrifice themselves and buy time for their comrades.

On the battlefield, everyone could trust any of their comrades with their backs.

It was just that they couldn’t agree on what decisions would be most helpful.

Given the overwhelming threat posed by radium, even though everyone knew there was no hope, they had no choice but to gather and pool their wisdom in an attempt to find a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Individual differences had begun to emerge in people’s judgement of the war.

This was an irreconcilable ideological divide.

But eventually, a conclusion had to be reached, as continuing to argue like this would only waste time.

Harrison Clark closed his eyes and sank into thought.

At some level, since he had personally created the current situation, he believed that it was his responsibility to put an end to this pointless argument and not waste the precious limited time remaining.

It was not difficult to find a solution to the problem.

Harrison Clark had always known and wanted to do something, but hadn’t succeeded.

During peacetime, a leader with unrivaled wisdom in both politics and science was needed, such as Sergey in a previous timeline.

During wartime, however, a hard-nosed, competent, and durable war leader who also had widespread support was needed.

Currently, humanity was in a state of war.

The social structure of the Freedom Front in terms of tactics allowed each vertical team to maximize their capabilities.

In the early and middle stages of the Hundred Years’ War, this was the perfect strategy and greatly increased humanity’s ability to survive.

But now, times had changed again; radium had made its decision and possessed the ability to swiftly destroy humanity.

There were only eight months left before the invaders would arrive.

Humanity had to, and could only, face a new era.

The new era put forward higher requirements on a more macro level of strategy.

In a guerrilla warfare strategy, the Freedom Front could only rely on the implicit group wisdom formed by their war instincts.

This wisdom was not clear enough, seemingly stable, but actually chaotic and fragile.But if there is a sufficiently outstanding war leader, who can put an end to disagreements or draw conclusions from their relatively correct stance, the full combat power of the Freedom Front can be brought together as a whole.

Then, humanity’s fighting strength will inevitably become stronger.

Guerilla warfare strategy is outdated. It’s time to fully unite and execute a decisive battle strategy, initiating an all-out attack.

Harrison Clark had once been lazy, hoping that “Sharp edges fully exposed” would cultivate a great leader for him in history, and that he could still easily be the ultimate assassin leading the charge.

Now, he has thoroughly realized his strategic failure and given up on wishful thinking.

I tried, but I failed.

Since I cannot create a leader in the times, I will do it myself I

This responsibility is infinitely heavy, and I will carry it!

Without realizing it himself, this ordinary man has awakened his sense of leadership through the constant external environmental influences and self­observation and thinking.

He began to find a way.

There is only one way to instantly convince everyone present.

Prove he is himself.

Harrison Clark’s eyes suddenly widened, the sharp light in them flashing.

He stood up abruptly and headed out of the meeting room.

Gaius from the Caesar Vertical Team, who sat next to Nora Camp, called out to him.

“Coach Harrison, where are you going? Please have your say about the Elite Eagle Strike Armor.”

“That’s right. Coach Harrison is the most authoritative. What he says goes.”

Harrison Clark turned back and grinned, “If I say it, will you definitely execute it without condition? Will you trust that my judgment is absolutely correct?”

The meeting room was quiet again.

“Then let me ask another question. Raise your hand if you unconditionally support me.”

There were a total of 365 people in the meeting room, including leaders from the scientific and military sectors.

About 173 people, led by Nora Camp, Gaius, and Needham Brown, raised their hands.

192 people, represented by Bernal Connor, some Institute presidents, and Venus and Mercury Bases, did not raise their hands.

However, Mr. Connor immediately added, “It’s not that we don’t respect your opinion, it’s just that there can be no one who is absolutely right, so can we negotiate?”

Harrison Clark smiled and shook his head, “As expected.”

With that, he left for real.

Nora Camp followed him out, “Where are you going?”

Harrison thought about it and whispered in her ear, “After the meeting, have Mr. Connor modify a miniature fighter with twenty Pseudo-Curvature Engines and adjust my Ultimate Eagle Strike Armor. I’m going to Earth.”

“What?”

Nora was stunned, “You want to die? What are you trying to do? Do you think Radium will change its form and fight you one-on-one?”

Harrison blinked, “Why, don’t you trust me unconditionally? I say, you do, go on. Be good.”

He unreservedly patted Nora’s buttocks in public on the square.

Nora blushed but did not question him further. Instead, she clenched her teeth and hurried back.

Ten minutes later, Nora Camp and Bernal Connor left the meeting early.

Bernal Connor, Dr. Bart Owen, and many technicians began to intensively refit the miniature warship in preparation for Harrison Clark’s solo mission.

“What is he going to do?”

Bernal Connor debated bitterly while glancing at the blueprint and asking casually.

He knew Harrison wanted a warship like this, but he was unsure where Harrison would go.

He would never guess that Harrison would dare return to Earth after Radium had fully mastered the gravitational wave technology and just demonstrated a nearly invulnerable quantum information stream.

Nora Camp shook her head, “I’m not sure. Just do what he says. Wait, Mr. Connor, can you think of a way to further strengthen the transmission energy field algorithm on this warship and enhance its stealth capabilities?”

Mr. Connor scratched his head, “I’ll think about it. It involves some unified force field principles that we haven’t fully researched yet. I’ll ask Martha Owen.”

“Is she better than you now?”

Mr. Connor disagreed, shaking his head, “It’s not that. It’s just that young people have more creative ideas.”

“Alright.”

Four hours later, at 3 pm Beijing time on Earth, Harrison Clark boarded the newly-modified miniature warship.

Mr. Connor watched him from a distance, with mixed feelings.

Dr. Owen approached, “Coach Harrison, besides the power you requested, we also installed a newly experimentally validated transmission force field. If our calculations are correct, you can maintain a deep invisibility effect for about ten minutes after turning on the high-efficiency mode, with the camouflage capability approaching that of Radium’s Triangular Warships.”

“However, our new transmission performance is not stable enough, and it will automatically collapse and release extremely strong electromagnetic waves. You will become a non-luminous artificial sun and be instantly detected by Radium’s surveillance.”

Harrison Clark nodded, “I got it. Thank you.”

The engine started, rose into the sky, and disappeared.

He set off with some uncertain judgments that he had finally sorted out from his second review of history.

If it doesn’t work, it’s just death, and he’ll come back next time.

I, Harrison Clark, am as steady as an old dog.