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Harrison Clark opened his eyes and didn’t rush to get out of bed. Instead, he covered his mouth and nose with the blanket, organizing his thoughts in bed.

After a long while, he lifted the blanket and jumped down.

He confirmed the most important thing.

He didn’t bring the S Bacteria back with him.

Although he still didn’t know the principle of time travel, every time he died, his body must have been shattered. When he came back, he was able to maintain the same physique as before. So, there must have been a complete reconstruction process for his body.

Although the S Bacteria coexisted with humans in the previous timeline, it was not part of human composition after all.

The process of reconstructing the body should not be insane enough to reconstruct the S Bacteria into the body as well.

Since it’s an incredible black technology that can even transcend time, it should have some dignity of black technology.

Additionally, he had defeated the S Bacteria, and his body contained antibodies. His body had been transformed by the impact of the particle-interference bomb, turning him into a Galactic Human. Theoretically, there should be no S Bacteria inside him, only the S Bacteria Antibodies.

As for possible adhesion on the body’s surface?

He had been exposed to the vacuum of space and had even bathed in radiation from nuclear explosions before. His skin had already died once, so any S Bacteria on it should have died as well.

So, it was foolproof.

He didn’t need to worry about bringing the S Bacteria catastrophe back to Earth 500 years earlier.

Otherwise, with the technology of the 21st century, what would happen if humans encountered the S Bacteria?

Just the thought of it made his scalp tingle.

Stepping onto the balcony, Harrison stretched and turned to look at the sun that had just emerged halfway in the distance.

Feeling its warmth on his face, he grinned.

Now it was 6:50 AM in Los Angeles.

Who would have thought that after experiencing such a tumultuous life a thousand years later and coming back to a thousand years earlier, it was just a night’s sleep?

From the balcony of the villa, he could faintly see the sparkling sea level between two intersecting mountains in the distance, and occasionally seagulls soaring across the sky.

The sunshine was so beautiful, and everything seemed peaceful and harmonious.

Although this was foreign land, as a “noble” Galactic Human, Harrison felt a sense of belonging under the dome of the sky.

When the invaders arrived, the apocalypse here would be no different from the one on the other side of the ocean.

All the people in the world felt the same pain.

Harrison clenched his fist, silently gathering his strength: today, he would continue to work hard. Huh!

He then turned his face to look in the direction of Carrie Thomas’s dormitory at Mason Academy.

Harrison squinted, very satisfied.

After reaching 35% gene awakening, everything felt different. His vision was much stronger; from such a distance, he could even see the pattern on Carrie’s chandelier.

Wait a minute.

Why was her light still on?

“What are you doing? Do you want to die? Go to sleep now! I’ll count to three, and if you don’t go to sleep, I’ll grab a stick and come in and knock you out! No arguments!”

After hanging up the phone, Harrison took a while to calm down.

Carrie’s hard work was a good thing, but if she overworked and harmed herself, it would be counterproductive.

A few seconds later, the light on the other side finally went off, and a cheeky face with dark circles appeared behind the curtain, sticking her tongue out guiltily in Harrison’s direction.

From far away, Harrison waved his fist at her, unsure if she saw it clearly.

Swipe!

Carrie obediently closed the curtain, supposedly went to sleep.

Harrison hummed through his nose.

Wow, that felt great.

For some reason, reprimanding the formerly aloof and snobbish Carrie like this was incredibly satisfying.

Feeling content, Harrison turned back and went to his desk, taking out pen and paper.

He needed to sort out his thoughts, take notes, summarize his gains, and formulate strategies.

This time, he successfully eliminated the psychological infiltration and lurking bombs, forcing the invaders to change their attack methods and expose their invisible bombs.

Now that he had captured the invaders’ invisible bomb attack methods, if he could achieve a high enough social status next time, he could personally lead the development of countermeasures.

For example, setting up spare engine rooms in the Battleship to act as bait, strengthening the ship’s defenses, and making preemptive judgments to escape.

Theoretically, the human fleet could avoid the attack of the particle-interference bomb.

Alternatively, he could create new arrangements, like constructing more high-power broadcasting devices outside the “Unnamed Planet” megaphone that Frankie designed, to enhance the broadcasting power of Morning Wind in time and disrupt the effects of the invader’s Song of the Wilderness.

This could be an excellent backup plan, fundamentally countering the other side’s bomb deployment.

However, this might only work in the short term. Based on the invaders’ technological level, their civilization was at a higher level, and they could keep increasing their broadcast energy level to eventually overpower humanity.

But Harrison didn’t expect a permanent solution. As long as it worked for a while, it was enough.

For the first time, he had seen the true face of the enemy, although it was just a pair of compound eyes.

Theoretically, organisms with compound eyes were arthropods, but that was common knowledge on Earth, and it might not hold true in the universe.

It was already a complete subversion of Earth’s common sense for arthropods to develop such a high level of technology. So Harrison didn’t rashly speculate on the characteristics of the invaders’ race and arrogantly think they were invincible just because they had the insecticide dioxathion.

There were other significant gains.

This time, Harrison had obtained the complete process of creating and detonating a particle-interference bomb, with the core content being the use of the Song of the Wilderness and the high-frequency short sound he named Dawn Light..