There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"I could feel it; it was the last cry of humanity beneath a body that resembled a human. Only this parchment records his most glorious years as a human being..."

"What you'll see next, emerging from the dead body, is nothing more than a pathetic monster that doesn't know why it lives..."

Gots, retaining the grotesque appearance of the Deep One, gradually ceased his narration. Beneath the skin concealed by his beastly form, a complex and human gaze shone through. He mumbled a vulgar, crude, and comical tune, which, from the fragmented description, Harris recalled as the funeral dirge that Old Man Hook had sung for Dolanco.

The music was thin, fragile, noisy, and vulgar, completely out of place in the face of despair, yet it steadfastly held its ground in the corner, refusing to yield an inch...

"Crossing high mountains and small rivers."

We are a group of penniless people.

Pickaxe clanging

Pickaxe clanging

Silver ore was mined like pearls

The mined copper ore looks like seashells.

Ding ding dang dong, gold mine found!

They all went into the old turtledoves' treasure chests.

…………

The enormous deep-diving being, the bizarre reborn from the dead, the demon that twisted the world, suddenly raised its enormous head, letting rotten, bluish-green blood drip from its mouth.

The annoying melody drifted from afar, seemingly provoking its displeasure. The colossal Deep One, trapped within the range of space-based weapons and narrowly escaped being crushed by a massive tungsten-titanium alloy pillar, desperately needed to consume the flesh and blood of extraterrestrial demons to heal its injuries. Therefore, it displayed extreme rage at the two ants disturbing its meal.

The enormous deep-sea creature stood up unsteadily, causing the earth to tremble.

The dark figure swayed in the firelight, gradually approaching the two seemingly unaware people.

The familiar aura emanating from Gots made the giant deep-sea creature hesitate, but the urge to feed quickly overwhelmed its curiosity. The cruel flames surging in its blood burned its heart; only continued slaughter and devouring could satisfy its thirsty soul—if it had a soul at all.

"Gotz, we're finished."

Harris suddenly laughed, suppressing his deep regret and longing, and jokingly pretended to be nonchalant.

The fish monster beside him was barely breathing, yet it was still humming that tune, unwilling to stop.

“We did our best this time,” Harris said, her voice trailing off as she saw Gotz remain silent. “I just regret that if only I had been brave enough to contact Anzo back then…”

Gots' ugly fish head shook, finally stopping his humming, and mumbled indistinctly, "Hannah... Malena..."

"No need to regret it. When we get to the underworld, I'll go with you to meet your wife and daughter."

A huge shadow had loomed over them, and Harris could even smell the stench and heavy breathing behind him, like a gust of wind blowing through a rotting swamp, making him want to vomit.

Harris closed his eyes, imagining the scene behind him. He could feel the tremors in the ground; the enormous monster raised its forelimbs high, revealing its ferocious claws, poised to pierce him and Gots in the next moment…

"Hey, you two are acting really weird since I haven't seen you for a while?"

Suddenly, a voice called out from the cliff of the lakeside mine. The tone was indistinguishable, but the words were light and playful, as if an old friend was teasing him about his embarrassment.

How could there be other people here?!

Harris opened his eyes in surprise and hurriedly searched for the direction of the sound, but he immediately heard the next sentence.

"I thought it was shameful enough that I called myself a superhero and secretly built a base to manufacture weapons, but I didn't expect you guys to be having more fun than me behind the scenes?"

"Take Gots for example, he actually turned himself into a low-budget version of the Hulk! Low-budget abilities are one thing, but even his looks are low-budget. You're really lacking in prestige! How come all those injuries look like he snapped his fingers ten times?"

Harris looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure moving quickly along the cliff edge, like a ghost. Even the giant Deep One was attracted and stopped its attack.

The sound soon rang out again.

"The most infuriating thing is you, Harris! You actually cosplayed as Iron Man! Although your looks are a bit lacking, your fighting ability is almost the same..."

The voice sounded like it was full of disappointment, and it said indignantly, "Do you know how hateful people with money powers are! How much money would it cost to have these two pillars fall from the sky, not to mention the equipment you're wearing!"

That sound...

Harris's hearing system was damaged multiple times during the battle, and he has lost the ability to distinguish timbre, so he can only shout loudly.

"Who are you? Get out of here! It's extremely dangerous! Tell the people in town to leave immediately! Hurry!"

"who am I?"

The voice ignored his warnings and grew closer, soon reaching him. The answer arrived as expected.

"I'm just a hero out of interest..."

"Grey, do it!"

The rapidly moving figure completely captivated the giant deep-sea creature's attention. As it raised its right limb, preparing to intercept the pesky intruder, a sharp pain suddenly shot through its back.

While it was distracted, a heavy javelin shot across half the battlefield and pierced its back!

Chapter 180 Heroes and Fools

Compared to the massive Deepsea Dweller, which is over four meters tall, a 1.5-meter-long javelin is not much of a threat. However, after being powerfully thrown, its destructive force is considerable.

After all, as early as the Late Paleolithic period, human ancestors had already begun to create stone spears that could be used for both thrusting and throwing. It was precisely this weapon, capable of killing prey from a distance, that ultimately helped humans defeat and eliminate various giant beasts of ancient times, and eventually ascend to the top of the food chain!

The monster, howling in the darkness, searched furiously for the culprit. Soon, it spotted a small black dot that had disappeared at the edge of a cliff. Enraged, the Deep One swung its hind legs, knocking away the javelin that was embedded in its charred flesh, almost touching its towering dorsal fin, letting blood flow from the burnt wound.

But even from a distance, it was clear that the blood gushing from beneath the monster's torn flesh quickly stopped. And beneath the surrounding skin, the pale green of new skin was already showing through…

He healed his injuries to this extent in such a short time by consuming the corpses of interstellar vampires?!

Gots shook his massive head and said to me in a hoarse voice, "The regenerative abilities of Deep Ones are astonishing, not to mention a pure-blooded Deep One like my father... If he had suffered an injury like mine, he probably would have recovered in a few breaths..."

I grumbled to myself, "I told Gray to yell 'Breakthrough! Death Shot Spear' when he throws it... Gots, what did you just say?"

“It’s nothing…” Gotz said sullenly, “How did you know it was me? Aren’t you surprised at all?”

I pointed to the distant cliffs: "Actually, we've been waiting there all night. We've been secretly lying in ambush ever since Harris first summoned the space-based weapon."

At this point, I couldn't help but look into the distance at the massive, silvery-white tungsten-titanium alloy pillar that seemed to support the heavens and the earth, and exclaimed, "Isn't that the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon? The level of accuracy is incredible!"

Harris's face darkened, and he asked me in surprise, "How do you know its name?"

"Is it really called the Armstrong Cannon? You guys also think its appearance is too sleazy, like it's up to no good?" I looked at him with respect, never expecting that the naming of weapons from the old world would coincide with my own!

"We saw what was going on here a long time ago and planned to come and help you from the beginning. But seeing you all with your transformations, armor, and palm strikes that seem to come down from the sky... we couldn't help but want to see how many more tricks you had up your sleeve."

Harris cried out in despair, "We're fighting for our lives! Why are you just standing by and watching?!"

I scratched my head sheepishly: "We were planning to be key players, making a dazzling appearance in times of crisis. Having the idea of ​​stepping in when the time is right is a reasonable choice for heroes, isn't it..."

"Apologize to the heroes of the world! This is just childish vanity!"

During the short time Harris talked to me, he became more emotional than during his fierce battle. He found that this young man seemed indifferent to everything, as if the world was nothing more than a source of amusement for him.

And for some reason, his tense and suppressed emotions gradually eased in front of this young man, and he also became tainted with that fearless aura.

“Marcus, you should leave now.” Harris forced a smile. “This monster is neither Doranco’s father nor something that should exist in this world. Go and tell the people in town to leave.”

Harris and Gotz, in his Deep One form, exchanged a glance and solemnly said, "All the calamities brought upon us by our ancestors should be borne by us. If we cannot protect all of this, we would rather die a glorious death than choose a life of ignominy."

Despite the burns and shockwaves that had ravaged his body, Gotz slowly stood up, helping Harris, whose left hand was badly injured and who had lost even more blood, to his feet and shielding me behind him.

I stared at the two of them, speechless.

Even from their ugly and disheveled backs, one could discern a hint of grandeur. Their silent dedication to protecting everything and upholding their mission made them resemble heroes.

Thinking about this, my eyes welled up with tears—from anger.

"Hey, you two. Who gave you permission to arbitrarily change the plot? Because of you two bastards, I, the main character, haven't appeared for a whole week and can only appear in dialogue! Are you planning to just die without apologizing to me?"

I didn't hold back and started criticizing them, leaving them both completely bewildered—what on earth was going on in this person's head? They couldn't understand a word I said!

I said in a harsh voice, "Don't think you can just die so easily. You've kept this a secret from the townspeople for so long, you'd better explain yourselves and apologize to each and every household!"

Harris, no longer counting on the already taciturn Gotz, said to me anxiously, "Marcus! This isn't the time for this! If we had a chance to survive, we'd be willing to kowtow and apologize! But the situation is critical now, you should leave immediately..."

Ignoring Harris's urging, I turned to Gots, whose appearance was unusually ugly, and asked, "One last question! Gots, is your transformation into this delicious amphibious seafood irreversible or can you recover?"

Gotz clearly didn't follow my train of thought and said blankly, "You can recover while asleep or unconscious... Why are you asking this?"

I nodded in relief and said to them, "Alright, that's the end of the conversation. I'll count to three, and you'll tell me whether you're coming with me or staying to die!"

"Let's start counting..."

"one……"

Gotz and Harris exchanged a determined look, about to speak, but I took advantage of their distraction and swiftly delivered a karate chop to Gotz's carotid artery.

This poor, heavily wounded Deep One, whose bloodline manifestation was still insufficient and whose structure was mostly similar to that of a human, was knocked unconscious by my single blow.

"Marcus! What are you doing! You've only counted to one!"

Harris stared at me in shock, astonished that I had been speaking so openly and honestly just a moment ago, and then the ball had used such underhanded tactics to sneak up on Gotz. He was utterly horrified.

"Shut up! A man can survive as long as he can count to one!"

I immediately retorted to Harris, and watched with satisfaction as Gotz, after falling into a coma, truly began to revert from a giant over two meters tall to a normal human form.

That monster was so big just now; even with my human strength of over 200 kilograms, I couldn't lift it. But these two people, one thin and one strong, are no problem at all!

Without a word, I grabbed Harris with one hand and carried the unconscious Gotz on my shoulder with the other, lifting them both high above my head, and quickly set off on the pre-planned escape route.

"Marcus! Put me down! You can't do this!"

Despite his severe injuries, Harris remained conscious and struggled to protest, demanding that I put him down; he wanted to die here honorably.

“Harris, stop talking nonsense…” I finally dropped my cynical tone and said to Harris in a low, serious voice, “Instead of always thinking about dying with dignity, you should think about how to live beautifully!”

Harris finally fell silent.

I quickened my pace through the deep forest, but my eyes couldn't help but drift to the spot where Green and the giant deep-diving creature were facing off, and I thought to myself.

"You must survive too..."

Chapter 181 Enforcing Justice

In the pitch-black night, countless bizarre and fantastical scenes took turns appearing, casting an unreal glow over the night.

Just as the two fools were giving it their all, pulling out all the stops, and fighting against those terrifying, indescribable things, two other fools lurking in the shadows were intensely discussing a far-fetched plan.

"...Boss, just like I said, only you could rescue these two people so quickly and without anyone noticing!"

Gray's young face was full of seriousness, which made me, an adult, feel ashamed of myself.