Chapter 516: Chapter 340: Pulling Myself Down From the Divine Altar_l

Harrison Clark had anticipated Amelia Johnson’s reaction.

In a certain sense, the book Lover does indeed “disfigure” his image.

People have always regarded the sage Harrison Clark as a sacred totem and an unsurpassable peak of human wisdom from ancient times. He was like a god.

But if his great contribution was obtained from “stealing” from dreams, although it does not diminish his achievements and cannot deny his efforts, his talent slips from god to man, no longer as a lofty figure it makes him more down-to-earth and more accessible.

But most people cannot accept this.

Since Amelia Johnson’s research on Compound Eye Crisis is so profound, there is no doubt that she is also a hardcore fan.

It is appropriate for her to be angry.

Harrison Clark made a gesture with his hand, “Calm down. As I said, the author of the book knows only one part, but not the other. Have you ever thought that the so-called dream of sage Harrison Clark is actually a parallel universe a thousand years later?”

Amelia Johnson: “Huh? What do you mean?”

Harrison Clark played a trick here to avoid getting himself trapped in proving himself to be himself.

With such deeply rooted concepts this time, and no battlefield for him to show his skills, he was really reluctant to play logical thinking with people. It would be too exhausting; better let it happen naturally.

“Think about it, what if you combine the movies and games of Lover and Compound Eye Crisis, all three carriers together? Do you think the logic of the story will be smooth?”

Amelia Johnson thought for a long time, “You mean that the sage didn’t dream but went to the future of a parallel universe, then gained the knowledge, and countered it to the 21st century? And the sage really experienced the end of an extinction mind? And he tried five times as Lover said?”

Harrison Clark laughed, “You got it.”

“No… no… no, you’re joking. Even if you bypass the time paradox with parallel time and space, parallel time and space doesn’t exist.”

Harrison Clark countered, “Can science disprove, can it prove conclusively that parallel time and space do not exist?”

Amelia Johnson: “But it can’t prove the existence of parallel time and space either!”

“Okay, let’s assume this story isn’t true. But if others can write about the life of the sage in Lover, why can’t we create a new story that matches the background of Lover and changes the image of sage?”

“Think about it. An ordinary person continuously experiences the apocalyptic end, dies in battle, and then returns to the 21st century, trying to use their own efforts to change the tragedy of extinction in a parallel universe. Even if his talent is no longer astonishing, his unyielding spirit is worth extolling. So, the pessimism conveyed in your story finds another way?”

“The sage in the story is so unfortunate, and he could still bear it. Shouldn’t we learn more from his spirit rather than worship his talent? Can such stories save some people who have fallen into the Lost City and awaken some people who are content with fate in external environments and just want to be good screws?”

Harrison Clark said a lot in a row.

Amelia Johnson fell silent, staring at Harrison Clark for a long time.

For a moment, she felt that Harrison Clark was talking about himself.

In the War God Research Institute, tens of thousands of people had the same view.

Although Harrison Clark was talking about someone else’s story, his tone, heartbeat, micro-expressions, and blood circulation seemed to be expressing another sentence.

“It’s me.”

This sentence wasn’t spoken by Harrison Clark himself, but it was read out by others from his body.

The taste was different.

Harrison Clark played a trick here.

If someone else said the same thing directly, it might be difficult to convince others.

But if you come to realize it on your own, the simple and complicated process of self-convincing begins.

Amelia Johnson was tired of playing dumb with Harrison Clark to cooperate with the War God Plan, and directly asked, “So Captain Clark, what do you mean, and what do you want to convey?”

Harrison Clark asked with a smile, “You have always been immersed in your Cosmic Wisdom to write stories. Now I share my Cosmic Wisdom with you. Then we tell a good story together. According to what I said, create a new story that meets the needs of the times, can analyze enemies, inspire people, and turn the deified sage Harrison Clark into an ordinary person with a broader significance for learning.”

“Deification of great men is meaningless. Deification means detachment and irreplicability. People can never imitate gods. But the great ones do not want to be worshiped by future generations; instead, they only wish to be learned from. Serving as a role model is the greatest contribution that the great can make to civilization after their death.”

“When future generations build giant statues in every city, pushing ancient heroes onto the altar, and separating them from their people, they are actually deviating from the original intention of the great ones. So, don’t explore whether the story is true or not; that’s not important. Didn’t you say that you yourself is just a storyteller? As long as our story is useful to the times, there is no need to worry about whether it’s true or not.”

Amelia Johnson swallowed her saliva secretly.

He’s serious.

He really wants to pull the sage off the altar!