I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO BE THE SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD

Chapter 912: Chapter 548: Other People’s Life【3700 words】_2

But nobody would believe that just three years ago, he was a loafer on the streets, making a living through scams under the guise of psychological counseling.

At that time, his motto was to play the field, with no taboos.

As someone who was kicked out of school at a young age, and labeled an incurable E-class mess with no self-control, Glen’s value in life could only be measured by the diversity of species he enriched.

However, a prison disaster three years ago changed his destiny completely.

He didn’t know which link went wrong, but his misdeeds were exposed.

He just took a bit more from society than necessary, exploiting the loopholes.

He thought he would only be sentenced to a few years of community service at most.

To better protect himself, he had spent a lot of effort studying the law.

Glen was such a peculiar person that, in order to gain more freedom, he actually had some self-discipline.

Unexpectedly, he was made an example of and sentenced to life imprisonment.

He almost collapsed.

The staff told him that the Human Resources Department had conducted a new test on him and deemed him to have the talent for being a navigator. If he became an S-class Curvature Navigator, he would be eligible to serve in the military to make up for his “losses.”

Glen almost killed himself on the spot.

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The basic requirement for becoming a curvature navigator is to first obtain a master’s degree in space navigation, basic physics, and the history of cosmic civilizations.

Three subjects, each estimated to take him 20 to 30 years to learn with his potential.

Even after all that, he would only be a C-class navigator.

What was the difference between that and life imprisonment?

When he was most desperate, he heard a voice.

Then he had a dream.

He dreamt of his “previous life.”

When he woke up from the dream, he was overjoyed to find that he had inherited his previous life’s memory.

He spent three years digesting the “memories of his previous life.”

What came next was only natural. To avoid actually performing his service, he chose to enlist in the first batch of supercurved fleets that were being formed.

He thought that since humans had just mastered supercurved flight, it would take at least several decades for the fleets under formation to take shape, and it would be one or two centuries before their first mission.

By that time, he would have enjoyed life enough, and it would be too late.

However, to his surprise, the Third Advance Fleet set off just one week after he reported to the fleet.

Glen couldn’t help feeling desolate about his miserable fate.

What did I do wrong?

Why treat me like this?

Ah, why is this?

I did listen to that person’s advice and became the “best version of myself,” but why did I sign up for the Third Advance Fleet?

One wrong move and everything is lost.

That’s how Glen feels now.

He doesn’t know that he is actually Harrison Clark’s new experimental subject.

So far, every decision he has made, every thought he has had, has come from the calculation of mechanized thinking.

Of course, that includes his current regret.

Harrison Clark is trying to test whether the Reshapers transformed by the Song of the Wilderness can break through the limits of machinery under the strong emotional drive that should belong to humans.

Three years passed unconsciously.

Glen was suffering and tormented every day during these three years.

In the entire fleet, he was probably the laziest person of all.

He wasn’t like others, willing to learn something new when not busy. Instead, he either idled about or dragged others into playing cards and wasting time.

“Glen, when will you learn to be a normal person?”

In the brightly lit, swanky shipboard bar, a blonde woman looked at the scruffy man in front of her with a mix of pity and anger.

She didn’t know what had gotten into the Captain, agreeing to Glen’s request to turn the bar into a nightclub styled after the 2010s, making her quite uncomfortable.

“Bonnie, mind your own business. I have my own plans,” Glen said lazily while stretching and rubbing his eyes.

Bonnie Westford glared at him. “Just my luck, having to work with someone like you. Your plan is to slack off until we come back empty-handed or die on K Star, right?”

K Star was the code name Harrison Clark gave to the red giant star containing over 80,000 Egyptian tribe cores.

Currently, only the Captain and the Navigator knew the exact location of K Star, while others only the name and code.

Glen chuckled and said, “Don’t say such discouraging words. We will surely return with glory under the guidance of the great sages.”

“Get lost! The sage’s exact words were that he couldn’t save anyone, and everyone had to rely on themselves.”

Glen shrugged, “Exactly, isn’t that what I’m doing by living in a way that makes me comfortable?”

“You…”

That day, Glen lost his girlfriend and partner with whom he had only been together for two years.

He didn’t really care.

Bonnie had chosen him mainly because he was an S-class Navigator.

This wasn’t the kind of love he wanted. It was just a mutual benefit.

As time went by, people became more and more familiar with each other and their flaws amplified, eventually leading to a parting of ways.

In the following days, Bonnie Westford’s rank as a worker in the field of mechanical excavation kept getting higher and higher.

A year later, their son was born through artificial cultivation on the ship.

Although there was AI to help, so parents didn’t need to worry about raising their children, Bonnie still insisted on seeing her son at least once every seven days, reluctantly inviting the even more reluctant Glen for a family activity during their long journey.

At first, Glen was willing to go, but soon he became impatient and refused to show up.

Bonnie was rejected by him several times, and she shouted angrily, “Fine, then little Jammie and I will act like you’re already dead!”

Glen nonchalantly sipped his brandy, “When I boarded this ship, the real me had already been long dead. There was a great saying from ancient times before the sages: Give me liberty, or give me death. I chose to believe it.”

Bonnie was nearly crumbling, “Why do we have to entrust the lives of tens of thousands on this ship to a scum like you!?”

Glen shrugged, “Who knows? Don’t worry, Lord Starshine is in control of everything, and I won’t even have a chance to play my part, alright?”

In 2431, fifty-five years after the departure, the First Advance Fleet encountered a rare Quantum Virus during their journey.

In the Curvature Subspace, all the ships disintegrated in an instant.

Compared to the human ships in the previous timeline, these three advance fleets also had supercurved flight capabilities, but the materials and shields were still not on par with those of the battleship in the previous timeline.

Supercurved motion was advancing at least a hundred years ahead of the normal development.

Now, human cosmic navigation technology was somewhat top-heavy.

This was the crisis faced by the three fleets, as well as the reason for initially sending out three fleets at once.

The destruction of the First Fleet put enormous pressure on the Second and Third Fleets.

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