I Really Didn t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 2
2 Chapter 2: Got it! _1
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Harrison Clark’s mind was a mess, causing him to be out of sorts the whole day.
Fortunately, the apartment manager’s job was straightforward and mechanical, without much technicality, making it easy for him to get through the day.
Moreover, Harrison Clark was lucky today; no troublesome issues arose, and he only dealt with a few minor matters.
In the afternoon, he attended a monthly summary meeting at the company, but was still distracted throughout the event.
The more he tried to recall everything from the dream, the more things seemed amiss.
As a “time traveler,” the first step to understanding a world is to learn its history.
In his dream, he had paid a lot of attention to this aspect.
He divided the dream world’s history into two parts, using his own present time as the dividing line.
The first half of the history was identical in both the dream world and the real world.
Upon waking up, he had thought that this was because the dream was based on his own worldview, making the first half of history inevitably identical to the real one.
But was the second half, which spanned a thousand years after the present, correct?
Harrison Clark had no clues, as all he could find on the second half of the history was sketchy and non-referential, even worse than middle school history textbooks.
A hundred years were summarized in just one sentence, with such a huge time gap that it seemed deliberately obscured by a thick fog, leaving no significant points of reference to make a fortune.
There were no lottery numbers, stock market trends, important policy changes, or relocation plans…
Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
What about various technologies?
Theoretical knowledge?
Speculations?
None! Absolutely none!
Harrison Clark couldn’t figure out why all of that had been concealed by some bastard, not allowing him to see any of it.
He was utterly puzzled at the time of the dream.
Storing such a history would take up very little hard drive space, but it just wasn’t there.
While organizing his thoughts shortly after waking up, he pondered for a long time before reaching a disheartening conclusion.
This “history” was fake, all existing in his dream world, built on his own worldview and imagination.
Since the dream began with an entirely fictional history, it was only logical that it would turn out like this.
If the history was just his own imagination in the dream, then his hopes of using foresight to get rich were shattered.
However, the songs he listened to, the novels and movies he watched, and the games he played as a welfare recipient in his dream were all incredibly realistic and complete.
The stark contrast between the detailed entertainment resources and the vague historical materials was simply unimaginable.
Harrison Clark didn’t think he had a creative talent, so how could he have imagined such detailed entertainment resources?
He couldn’t understand it.
Originally, he had decided to stop thinking about it, focus on work, and return to his real life, but then he met Carrie Thomas when he opened his door.
Harrison Clark hadn’t known her before, had no idea what she looked like or her background, and absolutely couldn’t have imagined her.
Yet her name was clearly recorded in the brief history of the dream world, where she enjoyed a thousand years of fame in the fields of art and entertainment.
Now she was right beside him!
It was hard for Harrison Clark to remain calm.
He began to actively believe that everything in his dream was true.
In the dream, Carrie Thomas’s life story never mentioned Harrison Clark, her former apartment manager, and neighbor.
It must have been because their relationship was too shallow; when Carrie soared to the sky, Harrison couldn’t even ride on her coattails and leave a name for himself.
Harrison didn’t know that before, nor did he like to interact with strangers.
But now that he had made this significant discovery, how could he not be tempted?
Put yourself in other people’s shoes: if the neighbors of Da Vinci, Picasso, or Shakespeare could have known that their neighbors would become famous, wouldn’t they have been tempted to befriend them?
Harrison Clark was just an ordinary person. After all, he didn’t have the avenue for high technology and extraordinary things, but it would be silly not to seize the opportunity to have such a successful shortcut.
This was no ordinary big thigh to cling to—it was Beethoven reincarnated!
They were neighbors in the same apartment building, sharing a common entrance, and practically roommates. Harrison felt that his chances of getting close to her were significant, given their proximity.
Carrie Thomas was now 21 and an unemployed college dropout, only to gain momentum four years later.
Getting to know her in her humble beginning would solidify their genuine relationship.
He didn’t expect to become famous by association, but if there was ever a chance for him to benefit from their relationship, that would be enough.
Having made up his mind, Harrison Clark began to think of ways to get to know Carrie Thomas better.
He imagined several conversational scenarios in his mind.
However, he soon found himself growing somewhat frustrated.
Due to his unique family background, he had been an introvert since childhood and wasn’t good at socializing, counting only a few legitimate friends.
Being asked to approach someone of the opposite sex proactively, even if not for the purpose of dating, was a daunting task for him.
Harrison Clark felt bitter and thought it might be best to go with the flow and take things as they came.
After the company meeting ended, he had a simple dinner outside and then went home.
It was around seven-thirty when he got home and found Carrie Thomas coming downstairs as he opened the door, and they ran into each other again.
She still seemed a little dazed, likely from sleeping the entire day.
She had applied light makeup on her face, but he couldn’t figure out what she was planning on doing.
Since their conversation was awkward in the morning, Harrison gave an embarrassed smile and said, “Good evening.”
Seemingly unaccustomed to being greeted by Harrison, Carrie Thomas glanced at him for a moment.
