I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO BE THE SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD

Chapter 919: Chapter 555: The Same Direction_1

“Alright, let’s set a deadline of ten years. If you can replicate the ZS Bacteria within that time, I guarantee you, even if it costs me my life, I will create a three-dimensional subspace for you.”

After some hesitation, Maxwell Owen decided to go all in.

Willian smiled, his usually serious expression revealing a youthful vitality for once. “Director Owen, you’re too modest. After all, in the previous timeline, you were able to create a Particle-interference Bomb under conditions where the technology was completely unavailable.”

Maxwell Owen waved dismissively, “Alright, alright, I don’t need you to praise me.”

Just as Willian was about to leave, Maxwell Owen reminded him sharply from behind, “It’s fine if you can read and understand history on your own; that’s your own ability. But let me warn you: do not share what you’ve discovered with others who don’t know. As the sages once said…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Everyone has their own different, ever-changing fate. So knowing one’s future in advance might not necessarily be a happy thing. Right? I may only be sixteen, but I’m wise beyond my years.”

“Go on, go on.”

Maxwell Owen waved irritably.

It was only after Willian left the office that Maxwell Owen murmured to himself, “I wonder how high this kid can reach this time.”

Though he didn’t want to admit it, the Institute Director secretly envied Willian’s accomplishments.

He knew perfectly well.

Even if he hadn’t aged and was at the same starting line as Willian, he could never catch up to Willian’s heights.

Creating a three-dimensional subspace was his limit.

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But Maxwell Owen knew that if Willian succeeded, the ZS Bacteria would just be the beginning.

“The sages were right. People without perseverance really can’t stand this kind of blow.”

Maxwell Owen muttered to himself, closed the book, and stepped out of the room.

He needed some fresh air.

The sun was shining brightly outside.

The sun hung high in the sky.

Green trees, like a thick carpet, adorned the garden-style Summit Research Institute, where birds occasionally flew overhead and beasts roamed through the woods.

Pointed white houses were scattered among the trees.

By the time technology reached the new peak of the twenty-sixth century, humanity dressed the Earth as if it were the ancient world of millions of years ago.

Space-time seemed like a subtle cycle.

…

“Commander Glen, in seventy-two hours, we will arrive at Methuselah Star.”

A small-scale fleet was slowly traveling through the universe at half the speed of light.

In the command cabin of the New Heart Fire, Sumit, dressed in a dashing military uniform, addressed Glen, who was dozing off in the commander’s seat.

Glen opened his sleepy eyes, “Is that so? Alright, execute Plan A.”

Plan A was the most ordinary and routine development plan formulated by the Empire’s Science Department before departure.

The Bonnie Fleet would first establish a residential space station colony around Methuselah Star and initiate a rapid racial propagation plan, aiming to reach a population of ten billion within twenty years.

The fleet carried as many as twenty billion frozen embryos.

The mission of the nearly one million crew members accompanying the fleet included both conducting scientific investigations on site and constructing bases.

In the age of interstellar travel, as humans were unable to master cryogenic technology for the human body, and the human lifespan could never break the threshold of five hundred years, frozen embryos played an unprecedentedly important role in the process of human colonization and expansion.

With their finite lifespans, humanity faced birth, aging, sickness, and death, and could only pin their hopes on successive generations to occupy more cosmic space.

Of course, some yearned for eternal life and, in the twenty-fourth century, some resource allocators even invested enormous funds and a great deal of manpower in trying to find the technology for immortality beyond Harrison Clark’s Millennium Plan.

Although Harrison Clark had long said that immortality was a pipe dream for humans, people still dreamt of it.

These people tried various methods such as anti-aging, mind freezing, cryogenics, mechanical transformation, cloning substitution… and so on, but there was always one insurmountable problem.

Human thought could not be fixed.

Even if someone successfully transferred the memories of an elderly person into their own cloned brain, the resulting person’s mind would collapse within days, rendering the copied brain a meaningless mass of organic matter.

Others, like Harrison Clark, tried to convert their thoughts into quantum forms and enter the Quantum Network, but the memories of these people were cruelly assimilated as data into the network and became the “nutrients” for countless stars.

The independent consciousness of these people vanished.

Their lives became a minute part of the vast narrative of human history.Human desire for immortality persisted until the end of the 25th century before finally coming to an end.

Only then did people fully recognize reality.

“No one” can live forever.

That is the fundamental rule that the universe has bestowed upon humanity.

Now, Glen seemed to be facing the end of his life in no time.

Soon to be 180 years old, Glen looked much older than his peers, with sparse hair and cloudy eyes, and his years of alcohol abuse left his cheeks flushed.

He didn’t look like a fleet commander at all, but rather an old, fallen man who was despised by others.

Sumit had privately filed many reports demanding a change of commander, but her requests were ignored, with no response.

Nobody rejected them or signed and sealed them for her.

Sumit was helpless.

Being a chief of staff was truly frustrating.

She could only secretly rejoice in the fact that, thankfully, the journey lasted only ten years; otherwise, her life could have been ruined here.

Sumit: “Mr. Glen, our journey is about to reach its end, so do you only have one sentence to say? Execute Plan A? That’s it?”

Glen nodded, “Yeah. What else should I say? Give an impassioned speech?”

Sumit held her forehead, “I can’t believe it. You were the hero who saved the day during the K Star journey.”

Glen laughed loudly, “Little girl, the universe is so vast and full of wonders, there are many things you wouldn’t dare believe.”

“I’ve seen your resume, and you used to be… ”

“Someone full of passion for life?”

“Yes.”

“People change. Anyway, I remember in Plan A, it was written that after the establishment of the colony, you will be transferred to be an administrative officer, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good. Then please use your privilege to prepare a small combat-class spacecraft for me.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Go where I’m supposed to go.”

Sumit: “…”

Back on Earth, Willian was waving goodbye to his many close friends and parents.

During the past ten years, not only had he completed the reconstruction of ZS Bacteria, but he had also completed the theoretical deduction of the pseudo-quantum virus.

Now, he was about to continue his “dangerous” research in the world’s first complete three-dimensional subspace, built for him by Principal Maxwell Owen himself.

The three-dimensional subspace was created inside a palm-sized metal sphere.

The characteristics of the metal sphere were somewhat similar to those of the Egyptian tribe core.

During Maxwell Owen’s research process, the stable unified aggregation force within the Egyptian tribe core provided him with numerous references and ideas.

The metal sphere would be buried inside an unnamed asteroid in the Kuiper asteroid belt.

From now on, Willian would be isolated and alone, until he completed all his unfinished business.

At the age of 27, Willian refused all assistants.

Compared to ten years ago, his body was even thinner.

In this era of nutritional advancement, being as thin as Willian was nothing short of a miracle.

As Willian stepped onto the spacecraft, Victor Wright approached him, shook hands with his son, patted him on the shoulder, but said nothing.

Willian’s mother looked at him anxiously, “Once you’re in there alone, be sure to strictly follow the AI reminders, eat on time, and ensure proper nutrition. If your body breaks down first, nothing can be accomplished.”

Willian nodded, “I understand.”

He turned around.

The spacecraft took off.

In two completely different places, separated by 190 light-years and blocked by a dome, two people with different destinies unknowingly moved toward the same direction.

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