I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 612: Chapter 391: You’re Really Good at Being Reborn_2

Old Meng had never changed.

He might be the most adamant person in Salvation who believed that China should stand at the peak of the world and lead the way forward.

That’s why he didn’t want to see Harrison turning his attention overseas; he wanted most of Harrison’s energy and focus to remain on the domestic front.

Julia Lambert sincerely apologized, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Old Meng. You don’t have to say sorry. My thoughts are actually the same as yours, but I’ve experienced some different things, which has led to a slight change in perspective. But actually, I’m even more Chinese than you at heart; I haven’t even studied abroad.” Harrison spread his hands, “It’s good this way.”

Julia understood his meaning and nodded.

Harrison thought for a while and continued, “Oh, by the way, I’ve got some new songs ready, some by Carrie Thomas and some by Avril Green. I might as well change my pen name for the songs I wrote for others and the new movie scripts I’ve written. I’m planning to use a pseudonym.”

Since Harrison wanted to weaken his presence, he decided to start now.

Julia was taken aback, “A pseudonym?”

“Yes, I thought of a stage name. There’s no need to use my name all the time, and I don’t need that much fame now. So, the real identity of this pseudonym should only be known by the six members of Salvation, and not be spread further.”

Julia, quick-witted, immediately asked, “You plan to retreat behind the scenes?”

“Yes, my position in the future is too high. It’s almost like being wrapped up in some kind of feudal superstition. Can you imagine walking around Venus, Mars, and various large space stations, and every city on Earth, and seeing your own statues everywhere?”

Julia actually tried to imagine it, “That would be quite nice.”

“What’s nice about it? Never mind, I can’t explain it to you, summer insects can’t speak of ice,” Harrison said.

“Fine, what’s the pseudonym going to be?” Julia asked.

Harrison: “Let me think.”

Many names popped into his head.

Nora Camp, Daniel Thompson, Needham Brown, Gaius, Logan Lee, and so on.

But in the end, he rejected all of them.

“Just call it Broken Pot.”

“Broken Pot?”

“Yes, the Broken Pot from the phrase ‘broken pots and sunken ships.'”

“Alright, I got it. I’ll pass the word on. There are also some documents here…”

Harrison waved his hand, “No, I’m not looking. All up to you. This month I plan to take a break for myself.”

After saying that, he really did snuggle into his boss chair, his head invisible.

Julia paused, then laughed, “Alright, you do deserve a break.”

As soon as Julia left the room, Harrison didn’t dare to do anything serious. He opened his computer, clicked on a simulation management interstellar-themed game, and started playing happily.

Although he had experienced various immersive brainwave games in the future, using a mouse and keyboard to operate and staring at the monitor to play some “antique” games had its own charm.

But he quickly realized something was amiss and cursed in his heart.

He was annoyed that he had forgotten to ask Star to prepare some powerful, unprecedented, and entertaining games for him this time.

Not long after, another pillar artist under his banner arrived.

Knock, knock, knock.

A slightly nervous knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Two people entered the room – Ward Owen and Rainer.

After entering the room, Ward quickly locked the door behind him, and ran towards Harrison, his head landing on Harrison’s desk.

“Master! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have kept it from you! I actually knew about Lucia and Carrie’s bad ideas a long time ago, and I was against it at the time. But I didn’t have much influence, and my opposition was ineffective!”

This guy immediately became garrulous upon arrival. Rainer, on the other hand, remained calm and didn’t rush to speak.

Harrison looked at the chubby face, pretending to be sincere, and rolled his eyes, “Keep pretending, keep pretending to me.”

Ward sheepishly stood up straight, “Okay, I won’t pretend anymore. But I was really scared when I first heard about it.”

Harrison: “You can’t jump, you’re too fat.”

“I’ll start losing weight tomorrow!”

Harrison waved his hand, “Save it, your words are even more sci-fi than an old smoker saying he’ll quit smoking tomorrow.”

In the past N timelines, Fatty had shown amazing resilience – he never lost weight.

If Harrison Clark went to a restaurant, it would be like a big holiday for the owner; if Fatty went alone, it would at least be equivalent to a Lantern Festival celebration.

However, the difference was that Harrison had a high metabolic rate and never gained weight no matter how much he ate, whereas Fatty got chubby just from drinking water, let alone his great appetite.

Fatty scratched his head, “Is that so? No one knows me better than my master. After all, the master can read historical records.”

“Stop sucking up and just say what you want to say.”

Fatty grinned and approached, “Master, I want to know what my future is like. Can you reveal a bit of it for me?”

Seeing his shameless face, Harrison’s mind inexplicably thought of that terrible nightmare where half the world’s population bore the surname Owen.

He silently gave Fatty a thumbs up.

“Even though I’ve said before that you guys shouldn’t ask about your own futures, that’s because knowing those things would do you no good. It would make you feel uncomfortable, and it would be completely useless. All you need to do is focus on the key points in your own life. However, I can still give you a compliment – you’ve done a great job and haven’t let down the Owen ancestors.”

Fatty was overjoyed, “Is that true? Did our Salvation Band become famous? Have I become a better singer? Or did Whale Group thrive even more after I returned to take over the family business?”

Harrison looked at him with the same expression one would give a dead fish, his inner thoughts racing a mile a minute.

He really wanted to tell Fatty the truth, but he was afraid it would be too devastating.

“Master, just give me a little hint, I promise, only heaven, earth, you and I will know, I will never tell a third party! I swear! I really want to know!”

Rainer, who was standing nearby, was startled and pointed at himself, “What am I then?”

Fatty decisively said, “You’re tight-lipped and so smart that you don’t seem human.”

Rainer: “…”

Unable to fight off this shameless guy any longer, Harrison decided to reveal a bit of the secret, “Salvation Band indeed becomes famous, and we’re all remembered.”

Fatty clenched his fists vigorously, “Score!”

From the moment he started burying items earlier, it was clear how much he valued posthumous fame.

Hearing what Harrison said, Fatty was happier than anyone else.

“Of course, the main people remembered in Salvation Band are the five of us, as well as Mr. Chris Owen’s son, Samantha’s husband, and Terry Owen’s father and Harrison Clark’s only disciple.”

Ward Owen: “Huh? This…”

Fatty suddenly looked devastated with a huge “tragic” written across his forehead.

Seeing his dispirited appearance, Harrison comforted him, “Actually, it’s not so bad. By around the 30th century, you become quite famous too. Really, you’re super famous.”

Fatty’s spirits lifted again, “Is that true? How did I get famous?”

Harrison cleared his throat, “Just like you guessed.”

“What?”

“You’re the founder of the Owen family, and your child with Samantha will be incredibly talented. One thousand years later, the Owen family will be a great family with top-notch talents in every generation.”

Fatty understood.

Rainer, who had been holding back his laughter nearby, couldn’t help but offer some rational analysis.

“Like top-tier racehorse bloodlines, each generation can be traced back. The current number one racehorse, Lightning, has ancestors dating back one thousand years.”

Harrison nodded, “Correct.”

Rainer continued his rational analysis, “But the main credit should go to Samantha’s superior genes, resulting in high intelligence for the offspring.”

Harrison cleared his throat, “It’s not easy to say; gene combination is quite a mysterious thing. It’s not impossible that a magical mutation could occur between a genius and an idiot.”

Fatty’s mood exploded on the spot.

“So either I’m my father’s son, my son’s father, my daughter-in-law’s man, your disciple master, Martha’s great-great-great-great… grandfather, or the First Generation stallion of the entire Owen family?”

Harrison spread his hands, “Exactly, what else could it be? Aren’t you? Do you want to do a paternity test with Mr. Owen?”

Fatty Owen: “Ah… never mind forget it, I can handle it. I’ll find another solution.”

“I told you not to ask, now you can’t handle it. Is it my fault?”

Ward Owen hung his head in defeat, “It’s not Master’s fault; it’s my own incompetence.”

At last, Harrison stood up and patted Fatty’s shoulder with heartfelt words, “Don’t underestimate yourself. Honestly, little brother, you really know how to pick the right family to be born into.”

Fatty burst into tears.