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

Chapter 787: Chapter 473: Tiger Bro’s Seven Days and the Afterglow of the Fortress【6800 Words】_3

Among Daniel Thompson’s students, the highest in military rank at the moment was Marthus, who had been promoted to Major General through meritorious deeds.

Before Marthus, there was a young genius named Harrison Clark of 1987, known for his unparalleled command and combat skills. Before his death, he had, at the age of fewer than fifty, become a Lieutenant General in charge of an entire large fleet.

At that time, though Clark of 1987 repeatedly denied it, many people firmly believed he was the Reincarnation of Sages.

Daniel Thompson almost thought so as well.

That period was the proudest years of Thompson’s life; when he spoke to others, his nostrils were slightly turned skyward.

He didn’t understand why his path to promotion had been halted at the rank of second-level instructor at the Black Bear Training Base.

Like other instructors, if one taught a military officer, then at least, they should be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel.

But he stayed stuck at the Black Bear Training Base, unable to move, feeling very depressed.

He submitted promotion applications over and over again, even daring to slam the table at the headquarters.

His applications were rejected time and time again.

Later, he simply requested to join the external battlefield as a new recruit, but was still refused.

Though he never complained, he couldn’t help feeling disheartened.

But about thirty-six years ago, 1987 Harrison Clark died in the War of Sirius, his unrealistic dreams shattered.

People’s expectations were dashed.

From that point on, Daniel Thompson fell into decline, no longer going to headquarters, no longer thinking about promotions, and no longer hell-bent on getting out.

It seemed as if he had accepted his fate, peacefully becoming an ordinary instructor at the Black Bear Training Base and preparing himself, along with others in the Shadow Galaxy, for the final decisive battle.

Now, as someone who has taught countless “Harrison Clarks,” Daniel Thompson has finally met the Lord Sage himself.

Before being contacted by Harrison Clark, he didn’t know his own uniqueness.

Now he understood how much hope Harrison Clark had vested in him.

Humanity’s number one instructor.

Just six simple words, but they contained an immeasurable weight.

Daniel Thompson secretly resolved to make himself worthy of the Lord Sage’s approval.

On the third day, his judgment accuracy reached 60%.

On the fourth day, 70%.

On the fifth day, 80%.

On the sixth day, 90%.

On the seventh day, 100%.

Some who had previously disagreed with Thompson, including members of the Shadow Forces, gradually came around.

Indeed, each person’s talent is different.

Some are naturally good at charging into battle, while others can instantly spot imperfections in others, making them perfect for being instructors.

When it comes to contributions, no one is above another.

Perhaps Thompson would hold the others back on the battlefield, but with his help, if others could even perform just 1% more to their potential, his merit would be evident.

From then on, Harrison Clark promoted Daniel Thompson as his Chief Assistant Instructor, no longer personally intervening in teaching content, but instead, only reviewing the daily training report outlines that Thompson provided.

Daniel Thompson’s achievements over the years were finally fully recognized. Combining this with his current occupation, his military rank skyrocketed to Lieutenant General.

While formally deciding on a work transition, Harrison Clark patted Daniel Thompson on the shoulder and said, “I told you Lion, I knew you could do it.”

Daniel Thompson vowed with his hand on his chest, “It’s all thanks to your excellent guidance, Lord Sage. Since you said I can do it, I’m sure I can!”

Harrison Clark smiled, “Alright, get to work.”

Clark exited the virtual space and flipped open a new Cosmology textbook.

Before diving into the book, he chuckled to himself, secretly feeling a bit bemused.

Before trying to push Lion up in rank, Harrison Clark didn’t expect he would really take over his position and manage the entire teaching plan.

Clark wanted to be lazy himself and decided to give it a try with the mindset of treating a dead horse like a live one for medical purposes.

After all, he couldn’t just focus on being an instructor; he still needed to read, no longer continuing as an illiterate.

Clark also didn’t deny that he intentionally wanted to mess with Lion a bit.

As the first instructor of two separate timelines, this time Lion had been trapped by the Sage Institute for the majority of his life, his potential completely untapped; he deserved to work harder.

But the result was that in just seven days, Daniel Thompson truly returned to being a perfect instructor.

Harrison Clark was in for a shock.

It really was true that the bigger the risk, the bigger the reward.

Was this the power of faith?

God said to man, you can do it.

And so, the man really could.

Following the commotion came peace. After handing over most of the teaching work to Daniel Thompson, Clark’s daily life became much simpler.

He woke up on time every day, first completing two hours of physical training, then spending two hours in a simulation space operating the Star Shadow Battle Armor for high-intensity combat training.

After lunch, he took a brief nap and then spent the rest of the afternoon reading, studying more advanced Cosmology-related knowledge, and chatting informally with Freddy over dinner.

After dinner, Clark connected with the Shadow Galaxy, overseeing the big picture by looking at external war reports, and then played a few games of chess with Nora Camp.

Unknowingly, two more months passed in this peaceful life.

One day after dinner, instead of playing chess with Nora Camp, Clark participated in a high-level meeting.

The core of the meeting was a discussion on the analysis of the new war situation.

In these last two months, the external situation had changed dramatically, turning day by day.

The human bait laid in the Orion Arm was being peeled away, layer by layer, by the Compound-Eyed Observers as if it was an onion.

The Ourten and Black Turtle Galaxies were successively conquered.

And just three hours before the meeting took place, the DF-711 Fortress Starship was finally broken through.