I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1117 - 666 Husband and Wife Shop_2
Chapter 1117: Chapter 666: Husband and Wife Shop_2
Chapter 1117 -666: Husband and Wife Shop_2
After a long and meticulous analysis, the scholar drew a conclusion.
There are three main reasons.
First, after humans left Earth, they no longer viewed themselves based on skin color, birthplace, language, religion, and so on, which could cause internal divisions. Instead, they all referred to themselves as Earth Humans. Under the guidance of the same core concept of being human, they jointly dealt with the same powerful enemy. At this time, the relatively dominant culture that met the needs of the human community emerged and became the main body of civilization. With the same main body, facing the same enemy from another race, all of humanity inherited the same potential for war.
Second, the power of the Destiny Covenant Mark.
Third, the inevitable situation of not giving up until the death between completely different species – the Compound-Eyed Observer. It is obvious and indisputable who the enemy is. At the same time, due to the existence of the “Void History” and the continuous strengthening of propaganda by the Morrowind Empire, Sage Institute, and many education, science, and history departments, every Earth Human can soberly recognize the pure and irreconcilable hostile relationship with the other party from birth, completely destroying the soil for the emergence of surrenderist illusions.
The “Void History” that has not really happened played a crucial role here, making the unity of Earth people so easy and making the main body of “abandoning illusions and fighting with all-out” particularly clear.
In the dormitory, Nora Camp slowly stood up from the Brain-Link Command Chair after a busy day and night.
The shielding cover opened automatically, and she took a small step forward, but her feet were a little soft. Fortunately, the Intelligent Robot quickly followed and supported her.
Nico Ross’s head peeked out from behind the door, “How did it go? Did you win?”
He knew that Nora Camp had executed another significant mission.
Nora Camp grinned, “What do you mean by winning? I just successfully completed a containment mission, and my fleet is not part of the main attacking legion, so it can’t change the outcome of the battle.”
“Oh.”
“Nico, let’s have a cake to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
“There were 1,000 fleets of my same rank participating in the battle, and 2,000 were responsible for containment tasks. I was the commander with the smallest loss ratio and the only one without any casualties. Don’t you think we should celebrate?”
“I see!”
Nico Ross laughed, “Alright, I’ll make you a homemade cake.”
“No need. Aunt Emma Lee just told me that she made one for us, and it’s on its way.”
Nico Ross made a face, “My mom is so partial.”
“You don’t understand.”
“What don’t I understand? When I won first place in the simulation competition, neither my mom nor dad congratulated me. You just have a little bit of success, and the cake is immediately arranged.”
Nora Camp looked at him pouting and complaining and couldn’t help but laugh.
She really wanted to tell the young Nico Ross that he was too young to understand the sophistication of adults.
But in the end, she didn’t have the heart to say it.
Even though she was younger, Nora Camp felt as if she were an aunt of a teenager in ancient times, raising a young child as her “child bride.”
But she wasn’t in a hurry; she could wait for Nico Ross to grow up slowly and mature over time.
Such days were envied by others.
After eating the cake, Nora Camp originally wanted to surf the internet with Nico Ross and chat with Roger Baker and Tiffany Bell, but Nico Ross took out an electronic projection notebook, squatted at the table, and started writing and drawing seriously.
Nora Camp thought he wanted to draw a doodle for fun and leaned in to see, only to find a messy line of text on Nico Ross’s notebook: On the Self-Protection Techniques for a Single Soldier with Common Equipment in the Face of a Massive Enemy Attack>.
“Uh… what are you doing?”
Nora Camp asked.
Without looking up, Nico Ross said, “I got first place in the simulation competition the other day, remember? The teacher asked me how I did it, and I couldn’t explain it. I thought there were too many things to relate, so I decided to try and draw it, and sort out some of the ideas I had while reacting. I’ve already written more than half of it. Tiffany Bell said she read the first half and was very satisfied.”
Upon hearing this, Nora Camp’s eyes brightened, and she immediately said, “I want to write too.”
“What do you want to write?”
“A war book.”
“Uh, can you do that?””Just give it a try.”
She wasn’t convinced. Even though she had matured earlier than Nico and had accomplished quite a bit, she had never thought about writing down and sharing her experiences with others.
It wasn’t that she was too proud of her humble abilities; rather, she believed that she was still young and inexperienced, and didn’t dare to write easily, fearing that it would invite ridicule.
However, the daring actions of the “naïve” Nico gave her courage.
Writing down and sharing one’s experiences didn’t necessarily require immediate accomplishment; in fact, writing itself was a form of self-summary, and even if it turned out to be a failure or a joke, it was still an opportunity to identify and correct mistakes, and it might even help others.
Thus, like Nico Ross, Nora Camp also called up her electronic notebook.
In the small living room, the two “foolish and fearless” youngsters began their individual creative journeys.
Nora Camp started with a self-evaluation.
She particularly mentioned the merits and demerits of her leadership of the 9527 Fleet during their first mission.
“Although I exceeded the strategic objectives, the 9527 Fleet was almost entirely wiped out, and we nearly failed to complete the mission. If I had left enough reserve forces at the time, the situation might have been different…”
Having written this sentence, she slid her hand and began to outline a broader scope, attempting to shift her perspective from the tactical level to the strategic level.
Intelligence, main attack, breakthrough, containment, reserve, distribution of firepower, point breakthrough, area suppression, mobile interspersion, combination of mobile warfare and positional warfare, offensive defense, defensive offense…
One after another, these programmatic terms were left on her electronic notebook.
Finally, she looked at it again and titled her very first “book” in her life as “Complete Space Strategy Book.”
Next came the elaboration. She glanced at Nico Ross like a thief, and then wrote “Chapter One, Section One: The Use of Special Operations in Small-scale Engagements for Individuals with Exponential Combat Capabilities.”
At this moment, neither of them knew that many pairs of eyes were watching the two seemingly plump and cute kids in a daze.
People looked at each other and had nothing to say.
Nowadays, both Nico Ross and Nora Camp had very heavy learning and work schedules, much more difficult than that of other children. Thus, according to the original intention of the planning committee, they hoped that the two could rest more and clear their minds like ordinary children after their busy schedules, even engaging in some entertainment. However, the two began writing as soon as they disagreed.
Nico Ross was fine, focusing on a very specific point for his self-evaluation, still within an acceptable range. Moreover, the Sage Project had already decided not to interfere with any of his actions.
But Nora Camp was truly ambitious, starting with such a grand topic.
“You two are only three and a half years old!”
“What should we do? Should we stop them? Will this be too exhausting and prematurely advanced?”
“I think we should stop Nora Camp. There are already too many people doing this kind of programmatic stuff. She’s still in the learning adaptation phase, and it’s pointless to write about it now. It’s a bit of a waste of time.”
“But what if it’s really useful? Or, what if it actually helps her grow faster?”
“Moreover, this idea didn’t just pop into her head on its own; her decision was influenced by Nico’s actions.”
The executors of the Prometheus Project debated for a long time, each with their own insights.
However, the final conclusion became laissez-faire.
After Nico Ross had destroyed the morale of the Sage Project executors, he managed to ruin the Prometheus Project as well within half a year.
…
At this time, only a few people knew that in a hidden hub of a special space operations team in the outer layer of the Cloudtop War Zone, a white-haired woman was silently lost in thought. It was Tiffany Bell.
She stared blankly at the projection in front of her.
The image showed Nico Ross and Nora Camp talking.
After a long time, with a bitter smile that was barely visible to the ordinary eye, she stroked her aged face and muttered to herself, “Grandma Tiffany Bell. Sigh, I’m… old. Tom, I’m old.”
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Her emotions were complicated beyond measure.
When you were born, I hadn’t been born; when I was born, you were gone. When you were alive, I was already old, and looking back, it all seems like a dream.
