Chapter 514 - Chapter 514: Chapter 338: My Own Love and Truman s War God [Thanks to the Deep Sea Alliance Leader!]_3

Chapter 514: Chapter 338: My Own Love and Truman s War God [Thanks to the Deep Sea Alliance Leader!]_3

Harrison Clark continued to walk, passing through the crowds, aimlessly.

When he unconsciously got closer, a child who was following his father learning math suddenly asked, “Dad, once a cosmic war begins, is it impossible to stop? Must one side be completely obliterated?”

The father replied, “According to scholars, if two civilizations capable of ending a war were to meet each other, the war would not break out in the first place.”

“Once the war breaks out, it means one side must have a reason to annihilate the other. And the initiator of the war is usually stronger and holds an absolute advantage. Thus, the war will not cease until one side is completely destroyed, or perhaps enslaved for eternity.”

“The S Bacteria and Z Bacteria incidents tell us that the enemy does not intend to enslave us. We don’t even have a chance to be slaves to survive, so we have no choice but to fight.”

Child: “But are we weaker than the invaders? Aren’t we destined to lose?

Father: “Even if we are weak, we must fight. Even if we lose, we must fight. The highest goal of war is to win, but the lowest goal is not to die in silence. We just need to achieve the lowest goal.”

The child nodded, “That’s right.”

Harrison Clark: “…”

The dialogue between father and child was designed masterfully, without a hint of artifice.

If he hadn’t known in advance, he would have almost believed it.

The War God Plan really is professional. He admitted defeat.

“Star, can’t you change the routine? See how this affects others?

Star answered quickly, “No, your current discomfort is actually part of the War God Plan. It’s just that the executor of the plan has changed from others to

you.”

This undercover guy was also quite the show, and Harrison Clark turned and

ran.

By evening, he appeared in the Shakespeare Grand Theatre.

There will be an art performance in the Shakespeare Grand Theatre tonight.

The performer was the innovative artistic leader, Amelia Johnson.

He knew about the event at noon, and even saw the program list, knowing that Amelia Johnson was going to perform a purely speculative content this time.

The damned War God Plan was just too annoying.

The live audience for this performance would reach two million people, and with the program list already fixed, it shouldn’t change at the last minute, right?

Amelia Johnson imagined a situation in this speculative story.

What if at the beginning of the 30th century, humans had a way to send Earthlings out of the Solar System Barrier at a rate of 100,000 people per year?

How should the successful escapees survive in the Milky Way Galaxy, accumulate strength, and continue their species?

She explored this question.

The performance method this time wouldn’t be much different from last time, still interpreting some stories through new technology, but the direction of the story was very different from the desperate situation the soldiers saw. It wasn’t so pessimistic, leaving an air of mystery and white space.

Amelia Johnson had accidentally sent many people into the Lost City.

Art originates from life but is also higher than life, and it must also compromise with life.

But actually… Harrison Clark knew where her story would ultimately go.

The ending she hadn’t given was still a tragedy, just masked by the white space.

Since the invaders can travel across vast space to the Solar System in 500 years, and spherical battleships have a lifespan of 500,000 years, the invaders should not mind using another 50,000 years or even 500,000 years to hunt down humans throughout the Milky Way Galaxy.

Moreover, the Compound – Eyed Observer would not let a civilization that could threaten them grow in the Milky Way Galaxy.

This kind of harvesting and oppression should never have ceased.

Therefore, humans probably can’t find a way out.

Even if the preemptive escape had occurred, it would have been pointless. Escaping would not solve the problem, and the final result wouldn’t change much.

If humans want to live, there’s only one way.

Either within these 500 years, reach a technological height that can compete with the enemy.

Or, after escaping, quickly absorb the technologies of other civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy that are weaker than the Compound Eye Civilization but have some racial traits, integrate those technologies into our own system, and quickly achieve a technological explosion, fundamentally bridging the technological gap.

When the scale of war expands to interstellar space, no amount of tenacity can break the technological difference.

Harrison Clark’s continuous progress in multiple timelines was ultimately due to technological advancements.

His gene activation levels kept increasing, his personal equipment performance constantly improved, and the performance of battleships responsible for battlefield containment and main attack tasks, along with weapon equipment, particle-interference bomb controllers, and various targeted countermeasures, were all built on a foundation of continually improving technology that eventually surpassed a certain threshold.

Aside from killing time with performances, Harrison Clark had other plans.

He couldn’t let an artistic talent like this one slip through his fingers, so he wanted to chat with her more to find out why she was so sure the invaders were the Compound Eye Civilization.

If possible, Harrison Clark wanted to crack some of her secrets, see if he could find inspiration in his own thoughts, and deepen his understanding and relationship a little.

Maybe this way, he could save her from the randomness of the timelines.

There’s no guarantee of success, but it’s always worth a try.

At eight o’clock in the evening, the performance officially began.

Her performance was very stable, with some people seeing a mysterious and magnificent universe, while others smelled desperate sadness from her boundless imagination.

Harrison Clark’s experience was too deep, and his emotions remained unchanged throughout.

After witnessing the end of destruction too many times, all pessimistic conjectures and implications would only make him feel numb.

Towards the end of the performance, he noticed something wrong.

Amelia Johnson’s portrayal of the future seemed too optimistic.

She depicted a heroic character in the “Runaways.”

This person had immense wisdom, invincible will, and heaven-defying luck.

He successfully hijacked an invader’s battleship, repeatedly escaping from pursuit, leading a team of hundreds of thousands of humans and becoming a space pirate-like existence.

They constantly attacked and contacted other civilizations, experiencing small-scale technological explosions and progressively bridging the technological gap between the two civilizations.

Although victory had not been achieved by the end of the story, the overall atmosphere seemed too optimistic.

Harrison Clark immediately felt bored.

It was the War God Plan again.