Chapter 605: Chapter 388: Suddenly Wanting to Give Up and Be a Salted Fish_3


    About half an hourter, Harrison rk finished summarizing his thoughts and picked up a pen and paper to n his actions after returning this time.


    He first recalled the “nning” that Star had transmitted to him in his mind.


    Having been in a state of constant tension and anxiety due to the war, he hadn’t even looked at the full name of “nning.”


    Now he knew that the full name was “500 Years of Human Civilization Development.”


    Another couple of hours passed.


    He began to hiss in his mouth.


    What the hell!


    They really know how to y this game.


    These people are so ruthless!


    Can it really be yed like this?


    He stared nkly at the dense text and patterns in his memory, expressing hisplex emotions.


    Compared to the huge and perfect n brought out by these professionals, his past reliance on wits and tricks was nothing.


    Can the development of civilization really be arranged like this?


    His signature work “The Madman’s Conjectures Collection” and the breakthrough applications of science and technology in the 21st century were all in “nning.”


    These people even prepared the sheet music for the songs he needed to giarize and the scripts for the movies.


    When Harrison was listening to music and watching movies in his spare time, these things quietly appeared before him.


    These people arranged almost every detail to perfection and could list the scientific basis in the notes, which could convince both themselves and Harrison.


    After briefly looking at the ns for the first few decades, carefully savoring the scientific basis and logical reasoning, two words jumped out frantically in Harrison’s mind.


    Managed.


    Hang it up.


    After eight years and eight months of busyness, he even passed on his negative emotions to Carrie Thomas in the previous timeline, and Carrie and the others had tofort him in return.


    Harrison felt it was time to take a month off and ck off.


    Besides, he had memorized so much this time, and this huge, all-epassing document couldn’t be sorted out in a short time. It needed to be done slowly, a little bit every day.


    But Harrison did not n to execute this n perfectly.


    Because in the n, the fanatics who were addicted to the Think Tank actually had the audacity to hope that he would enjoy all the benefits alone, which conflicted with Harrison’s personal n to weaken his sense of self.


    This still required re-bncing, and the n needed some changes.


    Harrison didn’t write a single word, put down his pen, and got up to stretchzily.


    He hesitated for a moment.


    Wait, I just read so fast, much faster than usual.


    A tenth of a secondter, he figured out the reason: most of the features of his Gene-Modified Warrior were stripped away, but the ultra-fast brainwavemand transmission speed remained, which meant his thinking speed became extremely fast, and his brain’s information processing speed increased a lot.


    Harrison clenched his fist proudly, and this gamble finally gained some extra benefits.


    He checked his watch again, wondering what he should do next, whether he should go to thepany for a stroll or something.


    And then…


    He screamed.


    Harrison remembered.


    At 9 a.m. on May 26, 2020, Avril Green announced the news conference for her “engagement.”


    He looked at the clock in despair.


    With a click, the minute hand pointed exactly at twelve o’clock.


    In an instant, the previously beaming Mr. rk suddenly turned deathly pale.


    No wonder the sunlight outside seemed particrly bright when he had just woken up.


    He thought it was an illusion caused by his good mood.


    Bullshit!


    It’s clear that this time he pushed himself too hard, and his Gene-Modified Warrior’s gic makeup was especially chaotic, which might haveplicated the body’s remodeling process…


    In short, he overslept.


    When he woke up, it was long past nine in the morning, and after another dy of more than two hours, it was now twelve o’clock, just in time for everything to go cold.


    Harrison pped his own mouth.


    He had nned to stop Avril’s press conference as soon as he got back, but hepletely missed the timing.


    How did I not think of that just now?


    It seems that having a fast brain doesn’t mean it’s urate, and you still forget when you’re supposed to be distracted.


    After all, Quantum Copse is random.