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Chapter 764 - 462: Still Youth Upon Return【6500 Words】_4
Chapter 764: Chapter 462: Still Youth Upon Return【6500 Words】_4
“You used the screened data as the basis for your judgment, causing your route to eventually become like this, with a high probability of appearing in the vicinity of the Shadow Galaxy at this time. It’s not surprising that we’ve prepared so much to achieve this effect. There’s more than a 33% success rate, which is the extreme probability calculated by scholars, and it can’t be improved any further. But, a one in three chance is already worth a try, as we must meet up with you to maximize our interests, right?”
After Star finished speaking, a winding and convoluted golden route appeared on the star map, involving many jumps through the Stargate – this was precisely the entire trail Harrison Clark had left within the Imperial Territory over the past century.
Harrison stayed silent for a long time. “Yes, an amazing plan—successful.”
Star: “But we also made a significant mistake. We didn’t detect the Egyptian tribe’s ships hidden on that molten planet ahead of time, nor did we expect the Compound Eye Civilization to suddenly intensify its offensive due to your powerful combat power. Otherwise, we could have dragged this out for a few more years.”
Harrison chuckled, “Nothing is foolproof. Winning always requires finding possible variables in the impossible, the so-called X-factor.”
Star: “You’re the biggest X-factor.”
Harrison nodded, “Alright, that’s enough chatting. I understand the ins and outs of the situation. The most important thing now is to find a way to reach the Shadow Galaxy as quickly as possible.”
Star: “Mhm.”
“Before that, Star, prepare the list for me.”
“What list?”
Harrison rolled his eyes, “Don’t play innocent.”
That was the downside of Scarlett becoming Star – she could be quite cheeky.
In the next instant, a long list of names appeared before Harrison’s eyes.
Reading from top to bottom, they were:
Daniel Thompson, Marthus, Mitchell, Samuel Owens, Nora Camp, Oliver Yeoman, Scott, Martha Owen, Needham Brown …
Harrison’s eyes rapidly scanned from top to bottom.
Unconsciously, his heartbeat gradually sped up.
Yes, they were all there.
Wait, some people were missing.
“Where’s Bernal Connor? Where’s Emmanuel Berto?”
Star: “Some people have already passed away due to old age.”
Harrison shuddered, then sighed deeply, “They’re gone.”
Star: “Yes, time is, after all, the deadliest weapon in the universe.”
Harrison felt a sense of loss and couldn’t help but think of Mr. Connor’s mischievous yet stable demeanor.
Old Connor was already 170 years old in 3020, and it was now 3121.
Given the intensity of his work, it was only natural that he could not wait for Harrison’s return.
“There’s a video Mr. Connor recorded before he passed away. He said only you should watch it. Do you want to see it?”
Harrison nodded, “I’ll watch it.”
A projection in front of Harrison showed an old-fashioned room with an elderly man sitting in a chair, his white hair flowing and his face covered in wrinkles. He appeared to be sleeping with one leg propped up.
A voice from off-screen said, “Mr. Connor, we’re filming now.”
The old man suddenly straightened up, his previously muddy eyes becoming clear and bright.
Old Connor stared ahead, a smile slowly appearing on his lips.
Then, he began to speak loudly and clearly, his words coming fast like a torrent: “This time, my dear grand ancestor, you went too far! I waited for you so long and so painfully! I couldn’t wait any longer! Hey, you don’t know how difficult it was for me this time. Since I was little, I’ve been taught to worship you, respect you, look up to you. I tried my best to learn, but I just couldn’t do it. I remember from the movie that I was the one who pricked your buttocks with a needle. How could I possibly revere you? Look at what I’ve prepared this time.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Mr. Connor waved his hand and grabbed a huge syringe the size of a man’s thigh from the side. The tip of the needle glowed black, resembling a particle effect in an online game.
“What do you think? This time I’ve prepared a big syringe for you, my grand ancestor! But you didn’t come, so I didn’t have anywhere to jab it! Alright, alright, enough of that. I have one request, brother. My dear grand ancestor, you must remember my name well. Don’t forget me next time just because we haven’t met. If people find out, I’ll be done for.”
A voice interrupted, “Mr. Connor, mind your image! Your image! You’re already 250 years old.”
Mr. Connor glared at the side, “The hell with image! I’m about to die, and you want me to care about my image? I’ll do whatever it takes to make him remember me. Oh, by the way, am I really 250 years old?”
“You’ll be 251 in ten seconds.”
“Aiyo, damn! I’ve got to hang on! Otherwise, when people read the history books, they’ll see my age, Bernal Connor, died at 250. Isn’t that sabotaging me? Are the ten seconds up yet?”
“It’s up. You’re 251 now.”
Old Mr. Connor let out a long sigh, “That’s more like it. Oh, I’ve also prepared a poem. Grand ancestor, listen, I’ll recite it for you…”
Old Mr. Connor never managed to recite the poem, and with a sudden tilt of his head, he stopped moving.
The sound from off-screen instantly turned into loud sobbing.
The video abruptly ended.
Across the screen, Harrison wore a smile on his face, but for some reason, his eyes were moist.
That old man was really desperate to gain fame – completely shameless.
Despite being so old, he acted like a little kid, still so young at heart.
Rather reminiscent of my younger self trying to cling to Carrie Thomas.