I Really Didn t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 696: Chapter 431: Missed Opportunity【Thanks to Alliance Leader Junsi Hua Zhong Xian】_2

Members of the Solution, who also held important positions in various fields, nodded in agreement in the meeting room.

Yes, this was not only our judgment but also that of the clairvoyant philosopher Harrison Clark, who could perceive time and foresee the future.

Thanks to the philosopher, he made the best preparations for us.

He protected mankind and spared us from the hardships of the early wars.

The war broke out with a bang.

Galaxy Warriors on the ground had an overwhelming advantage against mutated animals, easily outnumbering them in battle and gaining the upper hand.

Mutated animals were quickly suppressed and slaughtered.

Within just two years, most large mutated animals that posed a threat had been eliminated, with victory seemingly within reach.

Of course, in this favorable situation, there were always some discordant voices that forcefully emerged.

A prime example was the internationally renowned biologist, Willian, who had made significant contributions to his field.

He brought up new concerns on more than one occasion.

He firmly believed that Z Bacteria could affect humans as well and should not be taken lightly.

He hoped that during combat, the warriors would pay more attention to self-isolation and protection, maintaining a safe distance and self-isolation among themselves.

At the same time, Willian also opposed the recall of ground troops to large space stations for rest, and opposed transporting supplies under low protection levels.

Even if the warriors must rest, a separate isolation space station should be established, allowing those who had been to Earth to only move within that space station.

If supplies were to be transported into the isolation space station, strict disinfection protocols must be followed.

Willian and several other respected scholars at the time proposed these suggestions more than once, setting strict comprehensive protection strategies.

Unfortunately, Willian’s assertions were not unanimously passed and firmly implemented.

At that time, the prevailing view was that this was the intelligence that the previous generation sacrificed their lives for, and even the ironclad facts handed down by the philosopher Harrison Clark himself, how could it be wrong?

The capabilities of the Solar Dome were limited, so Z Bacteria could only be Z Bacteria, not S Bacteria. How could they infect humans again?

Furthermore, they continued to monitor the soldiers’ immune conditions, and there seemed to be no problems.

Of course, Willian’s words still had some effect, as humankind raised the protection level to a certain extent.

However, one item was rejected.

Although Galaxy Warriors were formidable, mutated animals were vast in number and had an organized structure, employing some tricky tactics. Thus, casualties among the warriors were inevitable.

They were already exhausted and had sacrificed so much by fighting on the frontline. Now, they also couldn’t reunite with their families during the rest period, which would dampen their spirits.

Despite this, Willian’s demands were approved for a time, from February 2540 to January 2542, spanning a year and eleven months when warriors hadn’t seen their families once.

Even those who did have occasional contact had all personnel sent to the temporarily constructed isolation space station.

It wasn’t until the fall of 2542 that the situation began to change slightly.

The reproduction capacity of mutated animals suddenly increased, and their regenerative abilities also improved.

Previously dismembered and reduced to decaying piles of flesh on the ground, mutated animals were reintegrated into new hybrid organisms, resembling the stitched abominations from European and American fantasy stories.

It seemed that to eradicate them, their organ tissues had to be completely broken down, reducing them to pure low-level particles.

The war, which initially seemed to be resolved quickly, was now dragging on, and the previous rigorous isolation policy advocated by Willian faced opposition.

Many soldiers stated that they hadn’t seen their families in nearly two years and were truly exhausted, mentally and physically drained.

Furthermore, they never relaxed their personal medical examinations, so there were no real issues.

It was just the definitive Z Bacteria, and the isolation was overkill; it was like taking off one’s pants to fart, completely unnecessary.

Even Willian began to waver because he was the one responsible for medical examinations and had found no problems.

To treat warriors so coldly due to the concerns and guesses of a few was overly harsh.

From then on, the strong isolation policy was abolished.

Mankind missed its last chance.

However, Harrison Clark believed that even if the policy had continued, there would not have been much difference.

As long as humans had not realized the essence of ZS Bacteria and still blindly believed in his judgment, they were doomed to be infected unless they had a thorough high-temperature sterilization on the planetary surface before returning to the planet, completely destroying the planet’s ecology.

In the world, there seems to be a subtle coincidence in every sip and bite of life.

At the end of March 2542, an elite soldier named Bapurlov Bonomarenko was granted a day’s leave.

He dragged his weary body back home and had a brief reunion with his long-lost wife, Nikola Bonomarenko.

Bapurlov’s gene awakening reached 35.71%, while his beloved wife’s was only 31.58%.

Bapurlov was a Galactic Human, but Nikola fell significantly short.

Theoretically, the possibility of the two of them conceiving a child through love was minimal, as the success rate of traditional reproduction methods was less than one percent.

Although Bapurlov deeply loved his wife, as an outstanding warrior with an iron will and a high sense of responsibility, he was not interested in traditional reproduction methods, believing they were a waste of time.

Nikola, although her awakening rate was not high, had an astonishingly high IQ and was also a busy physicist.

Most of the time, the couple respected each other and guarded each other in silence, leaving procreation to the artificial intelligence’s full-intelligence matching system, hoping for success.

Even when the couple had occasional needs, they would rather engage in holographic simulation technology separately during their busy work and felt the experience was the same.

But on this occasion, they shared a romantic candlelit dinner together and, for some reason, played “Happiness to the Nth Power” as a diversion during the meal.

Both of their emotional intensities were suddenly heightened, and they couldn’t help themselves.

After spending the night together, Bapurlov returned to the battlefield and died in a large-scale encounter battle three months later.

In early February 2543, Sergey Ponomarenko was born successfully.

In July 2558, when fifteen-year-old Sergey had just displayed his astonishingly high IQ and learning abilities, becoming the youngest double Ph.D. in physics and engineering in a century, the war situation experienced irreversible, overwhelming changes.

This month, wearing a full protective isolation suit, fifteen-year-old Sergey personally killed his respected mentor – the Dean of the High Energy Physics Research Institute, Maxwell Owen.

The day before the incident, Maxwell Owen had met with his great-grandson, who had just returned from the frontlines.

He stood outside the gates of the High Energy Physics Research Institute, forcing Sergey to accompany him on his last journey.

The still young Sergey was also forced to assume the position of Dean of the High Energy Physics Research Institute.