I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1171 - 692 The Melancholy of Young Nico Ross_2

Chapter 1171: Chapter 692: The Melancholy of Young Nico Ross_2

Chapter 1171 -692: The Melancholy of Young Nico Ross_2

“If his assumption is correct, then there’s really no difference between us and microscopic termites. However, if after the demise of our current universe, humans can continue to exist in some form, our history is not severed, but a new chapter is opened.”

“This would naturally mean that human civilization has broken through the boundaries of the universe in terms of philosophy and physics. When the lifespan of human civilization surpasses the universe, humans will naturally differ from stars, space meteorites, and background radiation under the laws of the universe.”

“The Sage must have subconsciously observed our current situation, believing that humans can defeat the Compound-Eyed Observer, and began to plan for the future. His subconscious is contemplating a way to make humanity eternal. He truly is a far-sighted sage, one who is worried about the world’s tribulations.”

Bernal Connor’s words stirred up a thousand-layer wave.

Nico Ross didn’t get a satisfactory answer, let alone knowing that a large group of people was inexplicably excited by his “sorrowful mood.”

A sleepless and wordless night.

Since he couldn’t fall asleep Nico Ross simply got up from the bed, activated the Force-Feeding Artifact, and immersed himself in the difficult sea of books.

Surprisingly, it worked wonders.

As soon as he opened “Alloy Coupling and Potential Energy Effects Detailed Explanation”, the constant noise in his head instantly disappeared, replaced by unparalleled focus.

By the time Nico Ross snapped back to reality, a full 12 hours had passed, and it was 8 o’clock in the morning the next day.

After a night of intensive reading, his head felt a bit swollen, so he rubbed his temples, got up and stretched, feeling much better.

Backtracking in his mind, Nico Ross suddenly realized that he had completed a difficult course in just 12 hours, which was originally planned to take at least 100 hours in ten days.

At first, he was not confident, thinking that he only had a vague understanding.

He opened the book again and picked up a few questions to do, and indeed, he knew how to do them.

Nico Ross scratched his head, carefully recalling the hazy night.

Teacher Vivian was still the same Vivian; what changed was himself.

His comprehension ability had mysteriously improved significantly.

On the path of learning, it felt as if there was a man-eating tiger chasing and forcing him from behind while an experienced horse pulling from the front.

Although he couldn’t understand what had happened, getting stronger wasn’t a bad thing, so Nico Ross decided not to dwell on it and turned to another matter.

He first input the ever-floating form of “Morrowind No.2” in his mind into the network by using a cerebral information recognition system, and then clicked on the large comprehensive data retrieval library of Star Main Ship. He tried to find historical information about this ghost ship that refused to fade away by comparing it to the form of this main ship.

Due to the overly large range of his comparison, which covered almost all large, medium, and small ship types made since ancient times, the main ship’s response was slightly slow. It took a full five seconds to provide an evaluation result.

Nico Ross was shocked.

Not a single spaceship with a similarity of over 99.99% was found.

Even the most seemingly similar ones had some differences that could not be ignored.

This meant that “Morrowind No.2” had not actually appeared in history.

He couldn’t find any results for two reasons.

Firstly, the words “Morrowind No.2” only exist in the material library related to the Sage Project and are blocked from his access. At the beginning, Harrison Clark only casually drew “Morrowind No.2” in his autobiography, but only provided an outline, which couldn’t be used as a reference now. Of course, even if Harrison Clark had drawn exactly the same ship, Nico Ross wouldn’t be able to find the information.

Secondly, given the vast number of humans and the countless ship types throughout history, there is surprisingly no ship that satisfies this strange coincidence.

After all, Morrowind No.2 was merely a “doodle” by half-baked ship designer Harrison Clark from an engineering perspective. Many details wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny and needed improvements.

“Captain, are you alright?”

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In the exclusive training room for the advancing team, Sophie Lee looked worriedly at Nico Ross, cautiously asking.

A whole night passed, and the captain’s state of unresolved doubts lingered. Could he handle the upcoming military competition?

Nico Ross forced a smile, unsure if his current state was good or bad.

His learning ability had improved, which is a good thing.

But as soon as he put down the book, there was constant noise in his head, making it difficult to concentrate, feeling like something was trying to burst out from his heart.

But when he tried to grasp it, he couldn’t figure it out, like the hidden shoe of the bride during a wedding ceremony.

Seeing the upcoming military competition, this is obviously a bad thing.

“It’s nothing, let’s start training. We’ve already trained for most of the possible competition modes in the rematch, whether it’s infiltration special warfare or simulated management. So now we need to strengthen another extreme situation.”

He waved his hand, saying this.

“What situation?” Edgar Julian asked, coming over.

Nico Ross shrugged, “When I lose my combat ability or fall into a coma, unable to take action, it’s about how you guys perform.”

Edgar’s face showed joy at first, and then he became troubled, “Uh, captain, what do you mean by that?”