I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 671 - 419: The Trash Man’s Autumn (4500 words)_3

Chapter 671: Chapter 419: The Trash Man’s Autumn (4500 words)_3

The second day without speaking, he gradually felt uneasy.

He once thought he could become a homebody who didn’t care about the world; as long as he had internet and a computer, he could survive without talking to people for months.

But when the whole world really left only him, he realized things weren’t that simple.

The feeling of loneliness was so strong it seemed unreasonable.

Three days passed.

In order to build the central control system for the aircraft, Harrison Clark made thirty-six explosions, seventy-one short-circuit fires, and burned two hundred and sixty-three components in the underground warehouse.

He had no idea whether it was his assembly methods that were wrong or there were hidden issues in seemingly perfect components; all that was certain was that after painstakingly assembling it, as soon as he tried powering it up, it would instantly BOOM and be wrecked, resembling a scene where a curious child takes apart and reassembles a TV only to find extra parts left over afterward.

Facing high-tech products produced by an ultra-fine society, without instructions or repair reports, Mr. Clark was also at a loss.

He had no choice but to leave the underground warehouse and search through rubble again.

His experience scavenging grew richer, and this time he mainly targeted some seemingly unimportant, low-rise detached buildings in the town center.

These buildings looked like villas at first glance, and the people living in them probably owned a few personal vehicles.

After all, the wealthy pursued enjoying life.

Two more days passed, and he found a transportation tool that looked like a motorcycle, only four meters long, and could be ridden.

Inside, the intelligent chip, antigravity engine, and force field shield engine were destroyed, but the overall energy transmission channel was intact.

Mr. Clark immediately realized this was his best chance at success yet.

He began to carefully inspect the components of the floating motorcycle, then went to the bottom level of the underground warehouse to rummage through the storage.

His many previous BOOM experiences came in handy. Although he couldn’t confirm how to correctly piece it together, he could at least keep eliminating wrong answers. Two more days of hard work later, he finally assembled a miniature antigravity engine bit by bit!

This antigravity engine wasn’t an original part of the floating motorcycle, but it fit, and the interface standards were the same!

Without an intelligent chip, he could only control it manually, but that wasn’t a big problem.

Without a force field shield, strong winds would hit his face when flying, but a helmet could solve this issue.

Harrison Clark carefully installed the engine, connected the power source, and gently pressed the switch.

Amidst the humming noise, the floating motorcycle floated up.

Mr. Clark clenched his fist, “NICE!”

After stabilizing for several minutes, Harrison Clark, who had rich experience with Battle Armor control, slowly climbed onto the motorcycle and relished the wobbly, floating sensation, feeling truly content.

Diligent effort finally paid off!

If there was an intelligent chip, the motorcycle could automatically read his brainwaves and fly freely.

While facing some changing terrain, the motorcycle could also automatically correct and adjust its route.

With no artificial intelligence assistance for now, he had to control it manually.

The manual control mode had only four functions: increase or decrease speed and raise or lower the antigravity engine’s power.

But that didn’t stop him. After a brief adaptation, Harrison Clark could already balance himself on the floating motorcycle and maneuver it to lift, lower, and change directions.

To turn left, he would first throw his upper body left and then use his foot to alter the Medium Engine’s jet, forcibly completing the turn.

The equipment was advanced, but the control method was primitive, even more so than riding a horse. Still, at least it worked.

After flying low around the town, Harrison Clark estimated the floating motorcycle’s top speed to be 500 kilometers per hour.

At last, he could travel long distances without relying on his legs.

Checking the consumption rate of the Snake Gallbladder Battery, he found that a single small battery could travel 20,000 kilometers. The stock in his hand was enough for him to fly six and a half times around the Earth, which should suffice.

Harrison Clark parked the motorcycle next to some collapsed buildings and pondered for two minutes.

It was time to leave.

This small town, with an original population of about 500,000 people, had been turned upside down by him.

There was no point in staying here any longer.

Two hours later, he packed everything he could use onto the backseat of the motorcycle, placing the military knife on his waist.

A two-cubic-meter refrigerator hung on the bottom of the motorcycle.

The motorcycle slowly took off, heading toward the direction of Oxfordshire in his memory.

If a super-large city still existed in this age, then the most likely location would be his old base, Oxfordshire.