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The restraints on his body quickly retracted, and the jellyfish helmet detached from his head as Harrison Clark stood up weakly from the chair.

He was drenched in sweat, as if he had just gone through a tough battle.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead, not feeling any particularly noticeable changes in his body.

Thank goodness he didn’t fail this time.

It seemed that his predecessor was too much of a salted fish, and it might also be that the time flow had locked his state, so as soon as his real body replaced it, his potential was restored immediately.

He clenched his fist.

This training was quite tricky, but it was indeed effective.

With 365 days left until the invaders’ advent, as long as he persisted in training, and if his potential limit remained so high, he would have a chance to surpass Needham Brown once again.

Needham had been quite arrogant lately, and he needed to teach him a lesson.

In this timeline, the training schedule for the reserve soldiers was extremely tight. When the brainwave synchronization training ended, there were only twenty minutes left until Daniel Thompson led the Galaxy Equipment simulation training in the afternoon.

Harrison hurriedly got up and headed straight for the bathroom.

“Star, prepare a new set of training clothes for me!”

Before entering the bathroom, he habitually shouted.

In the previous timeline, he and Star worked well together. Star could handle such personal life assistant matters with just a fraction of her computing power, so he developed a habit like this.

But this time, after he finished shouting, he froze.

He had forgotten that he hadn’t connected with Star yet, and hadn’t confirmed her existence.

A cold auxiliary intelligence reminder sounded in his mind.

“Hello, Private Harrison Clark, I’m your intelligent assistant HX-DXS-86133, also known as ‘Lucia.1 Do you need me to rename myself for you to give commands more conveniently?”

Harrison thought for a moment, “Change the name to Star.”

His heartbeat started to speed up, as if he could hear it pounding.

“Naming failed, please rename.”

“Tell me the reason for the naming failure.”

“The name Star is reserved for the Supreme Intelligent Brain, and secondary intelligences are not allowed to use it.”

Harrison clenched his fist tightly.

Yes!

“No need to change the name, you’ll be called Lucia.”

“Okay.”

He entered the bathroom, started bathing, and began to whistle.

At this moment, his mood was indescribably good. With a clever trick, he confirmed Star’s existence through a reserve soldier’s auxiliary intelligence.

What a smart guy I am.

He felt relieved, both surprised and as expected.

“Lucia, play a song for me.”

How could he take a bath without listening to music?

“Okay, what song would you like to hear?”

Harrison thought for a moment, “Never Walk Alone.”

Immediately, the prelude of his own electric guitar SOLO played, and the melodious music sounded.

After a thousand years, he heard this music as if it was just yesterday.

Their familiar smiles and laughter seemed vivid in his mind.

Wait.

Emmm.

It seemed that it had only been a few hours since he had finished recording the song.

He was touched for nothing.

As the music gradually died down, he got dressed and walked out, leaping into a free fall.

A thin metal sheet the size of a fingernail was ejected from the multifunctional wristwatch on his wrist.

The thin sheet exploded into countless fragments in mid-air.

The fragments quickly expanded into special structures the size of snake scales, and then reassembled into individual components.

The components included a helmet with a full-coverage transparent mask, simple and refreshing arm guards, shoulder guards, body armor, leg armor, and so on.

About ten meters below Harrison, these components automatically converged on his body, finally forming a full-coverage close-fitting metal armor.

A pale blue flame burst from the medium engine on his back, and he roared forward at high speed.

This was the basic training armor for Galaxy Warrior reserve members, called Drogon Armament. Its overall performance was very similar to the Summit Armor Harrison had worn “many years ago,” even down to its cool activation method.

But back then, the loading card for the Summit Armor was the size of a bank card, hidden in the belt buckle.

Now, the Drogon Armament was only the size of a fingernail, hidden in the wristwatch.

The Drogon Armament did not have a transformation function.

After all, it was just suitable for training purposes, and qualified Galaxy Warriors wouldn’t wear it on the battlefield.Three minutes later, he and his fellow new recruits landed almost simultaneously on the training ground.

During the flight, Harrison Clark carefully observed the situation at the new Black Bear Training Base.

The training base, covering hundreds of square kilometers, was far from empty, with a variety of large buildings standing close together.

Just by looking at the exterior of each building, one could guess its function.

For example, there were the battleship maintenance areas where battleships were currently ascending, neatly arranged production workshops, gigantic space power transmission energy towers with light pillars reaching the sky, dormitories and commercial areas full of life, and a towering giant Ben Tower, etc.

In fact, when he saw this familiar yet unfamiliar Ben Tower, Harrison Clark did not feel too good.

He wanted to go and see if the Ben Tower was still covered with names as before, but reason drove him not to think about the matters of the Ben Tower.

Even though there had been major casualties in history again, technology had clearly progressed, and everything seemed to be thriving. Wasn’t that good enough?

In addition to these technologically advanced buildings, the medium and small-sized ships and battleships flying by from time to time in the sky also refreshed his perception.

In the previous timeline, humans had experienced a fierce battle with radium, and only then had they managed to grasp pseudo-curvature flying battleships with great difficulty, just barely completing a full-scale transformation in time for the final decisive battle.

But the situation had changed again this time.

Firstly, the shapes of the ships changed once more, taking on very unique forms.

Some ships had a strange hollow structure, connected by rods, with dozens or even more than ten units—appearing to be huge snowflakes floating in the air.

Some other ships were completely devoid of any design sense, a ridiculous cube.

In these few minutes, Harrison Clark saw nearly fifty ships, either ascending or flying by, and the overall types were basically snowflake-shaped or cubic ships. Rarely did he see a water droplet-shaped ship.

It seemed that human spacecraft design had undergone a drastic change this time.

Now that Harrison Clark himself was an experienced commander, he could roughly determine the functions of these ships without anyone else having to explain them to him.

Snowflake-shaped ships should be offensive or defensive battleships, and the various unit structures that make up the snowflakes are combat units with different functions.

If fighting in space, these snowflake warships would turn around, aim their horizontal surface at the enemy, and all combat units with attack capabilities would fire simultaneously, forming the largest firepower coverage.

In cluster-type space combat, if millions of snowflake-shaped warships are assembled into a bowl-shaped structure, interlocking with each other, using the same central control system to achieve the highest firepower density, and then simultaneously concentrated attack on one point ahead.

The sight, just thinking about it, makes Harrison Clark feel awesome.

The new battleship design concept also told him a fact: daring to create such warships, humans must have reached a new level of mastery in using simulated gravity to control the law of universal gravitation—more accurate, smaller in scope, more stable.

This can be seen in the inhuman function of the runway at Black Bear Training Base.

Humans are now more adept at using gravity fields, new battleships no longer need to simulate gravity conditions through structural spin.

This new concept of battleship design is likely derived from his own attempt to transform Mercury and create a Dyson Cloud earlier, inspired by action-driven thinking.

Without any surprises, Mercury should be gone by now.

Harrison Clark glanced at the auxiliary intelligence data library for a description of the eight major planets in the Solar System.

Now it really was just seven major planets.

Mercury was first dismembered into the Dyson Cloud, then, after completing its historical task, it was recycled and transformed into an immense Summit Fortress, patrolling along the edge of the Solar System Barrier, serving various functions such as monitoring the external environment and assisting with scientific research.

Mourn Mercury for three seconds.

Light incense.

Mourning ends.

As for the function of the cubic ship, it wasn’t difficult to guess: transport ship, without any other thoughts.

After all, cubic structures have the largest loading capacity and are easy to stack.

Water droplet-shaped ships should also be transport ships, but with higher mobility, capable of performing tasks such as deploying Galaxy Warriors that require rapid penetration.

Except for water droplet-shaped ships, the exterior designs of other snowflake battleships and cubic transport ships are not suitable for ground-based flight.

In conventional flight, air resistance becomes infinite.

But this problem seemed not to exist.

All ships had hovering capabilities without emitting any medium.

Even when suddenly accelerating, Harrison Clark didn’t see any ship engines ignite; instead, the ship’s entire appearance suddenly changed color, from various painted hues to sudden black, and then it sped away.

Even if a huge battleship was flying at high speed over the Black Bear Training Base, he didn’t see any clouds being rolled up.

Even if a battleship fell through a cloud and flew past, there was no hole in the clouds afterward, as if nothing had just passed through.

This indicates that humans not only mastered pseudo-curvature engines ahead of time but also applied them more proficiently.

The impact of spatial oscillation was reduced to a thin film on the surface of the warship, the energy leakage was controlled to a very small extent, and it no longer caused storms like before.

This method of application is very similar to the Dragonfly fighters of the Invaders that he had once briefly dealt with.

He turned on the optical zoom function of the Drogon Armament and carefully observed that humans were still a bit inferior to the Invaders.

When the ship switched its flight state, the black space membrane layer on the surface of the ship was much thicker than that of the Invaders’ Dragonfly fighters.

But he was satisfied, as long as it was stronger than last time.

“Harrison Clark, what are you in a daze for?”

As he was lost in thought about the matters at hand, Daniel Thompson’s chatter sounded beside him again.

“Nothing, Lion, nothing.”

Harrison Clark habitually waved his hand, showing no respect for Lion.

At first, Daniel Thompson was taken aback, wanting to get angry, but it seemed as if he thought of something and calmed down.

He patted Harrison Clark on the shoulder, “Forget it, don’t be sad.”

Harrison Clark: “Huh?”

Which eye of yours sees that I’m sad?

What am I sad about?