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

"..."

"Grey, are you some kind of one-in-a-million martial arts prodigy? Have you ever considered becoming a doctor or a lawyer?"

"If you were to open up your Ren and Du meridians, wouldn't you be able to soar to the heavens like a flying dragon!"

Ahem, right now we shouldn't be busy complaining about the wounded; we should be focusing on finishing them off!

The problem is, how do I finish off the enemy?

My current melee ability is only 4, which is not enough to use kill mode on a non-active target, so I can't easily and cleanly take down this monster.

What other options are there?

Use my arm armor?

Should I use my scythe to scrape the monster's feet? Or should I use my hidden blade to give it acupuncture? The weapon proportions are completely asymmetrical!

I wonder where Gray threw his rainbow greatsword, otherwise I could have chopped his head off with one strike.

But now is not the time to dwell on these things. While I'm thinking of a solution, I can't just wait for the monster to slowly recover, can I? I can clearly see that the monster has begun to heal some of its shallow wounds!

"Then this is the only option left."

I made up my mind to start by doing some things that I could manage, such as...

"Select work command: rescue target".

It felt like an electric current ran through my body. I quickly stretched out my hands, lifted the monster high above my head, and grabbed the weakly breathing creature in my hands, entering rescue mode.

"Cancel the rescue order!"

"Snapped!"

I quickly issued the cancellation order, and the enormous monster was immediately thrown to the ground, face down and back up, falling inhumanly face-first. Its slightly healed wounds were instantly torn open by the impact, bleeding again...

The plan is working!

"Select work command: rescue target".

"Cancel the rescue order!"

"Snapped!"

It works! Let's try again!

"Select work command: rescue target".

"Cancel the rescue order!"

"Snapped!"

Again!

……

If Gray were to wake up at this moment, he would see his shrewd and insightful leader, who, after taking over the baton of battle, was actually playing a bizarre game of catching and tossing the Deep Ones on the spot, repeatedly slamming the half-dead monsters to the ground every two seconds, further dissipating the already meager life force within them.

Throwing someone about two meters at a rate of thirty times per minute—not to mention an injured monster, even a stone couldn't withstand that! If Liu Bei had genuinely intended to throw A Dou, two throws at that frequency would have given Zhao Yun, who was catching the child, a mild concussion.

What's even more absurd is that, while I was thinking about what to do next, I got bored and started giving the action a voiceover, reciting lines as I fell.

"For the sake of you, you brat, I almost lost one of my great generals!"

I've already discovered it!

The most correct way to use the Colonizer System is to have your body managed by the system while you transform into an Onmyoji and spout strange remarks. Normal enemies will have their minds collapse before their bodies are even defeated by my foul mouth!

Humor aside, I'm genuinely thinking about the monster's weaknesses. How can we effectively end a monster's life?

This isn't a Titan... Did cutting off the back of the neck of a Deviant Titan have any effect back then?

In the gap between throwing movements, I drew the scythe from my right arm guard and began slashing at the monster's body and face.

I first tested the monster's head and neck, and found that its face, which looked human, was actually a hard skull similar to that of a fish. Scratching its face only revealed pale bone fragments and was of no practical use. Its neck was thickly covered with scales, and it took a lot of effort to pry off a piece. Even with the still interwoven layers of scales, I still couldn't find a weak point.

One of the monster's eyeballs had been pierced and shattered by the short spear Gray had thrown, leaving it a bloody mess, but it hadn't been fatal. The other eye's eyelid was tightly closed, also covered in thick scales. Even if it were pried open, the short scythe couldn't inflict more damage than the spear.

This monster's brain is probably not in the location we expected...

Since I couldn't find a starting point with the head, I had to turn my attention to the body.

The monster had a huge gash cut open in front of it, from which foul blood flowed. Many twisted and mutated organs were hidden under a layer of pale white mucus, and their appearance was completely unlike the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys of a normal human.

Every organ was enveloped by mutated muscles and twisted connective tissue, like ugly cicada pupae, trembling and throbbing together at a bizarre frequency, supplying unimaginable energy to this miserable body!

"Which one is the heart..."

As I tossed and turned the monster... no, the Deep One, I tried to identify its internal organs. To my dismay, my slightly slower pace of attack caused the monster's injuries to heal slowly but steadily! The marrow flowing from its arm bones slowly solidified like jelly, gently connecting the broken bones together.

I pulled my hand out and slashed, only to find that the blade couldn't cut through the monster's remaining limbs; it could only sever the connecting parts of the marrow fluid...

This is bad. All my efforts have been in vain, and it turns out I haven't even done as much damage to him as I have from throwing him around like a grandson? If the monster regains its mobility, how am I supposed to use the command system for those without behavioral abilities to ignore the difference in weight and size and throw the monster around like a grandson?

"Never mind, let's just do it! Who knows where this monster's heart is? Or maybe it doesn't even have a heart at all!"

Time could not be delayed any longer. I sheathed the ineffective scythe, gently pressed the mechanism in my palm, and a cold rapier emerged from the front of my arm armor, emitting a dim light in the moonlight.

At times like this, the slashing attacks of the scythe are completely insufficient, and the only option is to use a rapier that specializes in thrusting and is adept at armor-piercing!

I slammed the monster to the ground, and taking advantage of its flip-up position, I swiftly swung my right arm, stabbing it heavily into the monster's damaged chest and abdomen area. Without any regard for the monster's defenses, I pierced through the Deep One's body armor and tore open a large area of ​​twisted, indescribable organs!

Blood and putrefied matter gushed out like a fountain, shooting skyward from the abdomen in an instant, recreating the classic scene of intestines being pierced through...

Did I accidentally hit a vital spot with a casual thrust...?

Hey, I won!

Chapter 188 The Twisted Man

A fountain of blood and flesh gushed forth from my abdomen, the flow exceeding my wildest imagination. Even stranger, initially there was also a spurting of bluish-purple filthy blood, but gradually the color of the filthy blood faded noticeably, leaving only a large stream of pus-like substance gushing from my abdomen.

This situation no longer resembles bleeding from a living body; it's more like a long-accumulated abscess being punctured, with disgusting, rotting matter gushing out. Did I accidentally remove the monster's appendix, and even more coincidentally, its appendix was severely inflamed?

Something's not right...

The gushing blood and putrefied matter were clearly corrosive; the rapier made of mithril on the right arm armor was noticeably blackened, and the surrounding soil was being corroded in a rustling sound.

In order to prevent my body from being corroded by the splashes, I could no longer continue throwing and slamming, and could only stand in a safe place and watch the strange changes there.

On such a moonlit night, deep in the mountains, a person lay motionless on the ground, a monster convulsing, its body covered in blood, and I, the only living person present, formed a bizarre and sinister scene.

Even the most audacious painters and the most unconventional writers would never have imagined depicting such a horrific scene in their most secret and profane dreams. Perhaps only Pickman, who spent so long immersed in forbidden creation, could have encountered such a sinful vision in his nightmarish basement.

I felt as if I had stumbled into an abyss of sin and madness, overwhelmed by waves of irrationality, powerless to resist. What was most terrifying was not the theme of the scene or the strangeness of that theme. Horror stories and movies are nothing more than clumsy depictions and imitations of what the human soul fears.

Each time, a tiny fragment is plucked from the intangible world of terror and stuffed into the shell of reality, it can be proudly presented as a "masterpiece." In reality, those superfluous backstory elements have already lowered the quality of the horror itself. True terror lies in the invisible core that is hidden deep within.

But before my eyes, there was no blurring, distortion, or symbolization; the figures were vividly outlined, lifelike, and even the smallest details were a torment to the viewer. The stench of evil, the horrific scenes, the maddening abyss, seemed to tangibly resonate in my ears.

It seems there's a voice constantly tempting me, trying to drag me into this swamp of madness, urging me to cross the boundaries of humanity, jump into the abyss of legend and madness, and become the most filthy being at the bottom of hell...

…………

Before me, where the enormous Deep One spewed putrid matter, a gooey mass of flesh and blood, dripping with blood, detached itself from the filthy liquid...

A jelly-like limb, constantly wriggling and pulsating, snaked out from the abdomen of the giant deep-sea creature, slowly climbing up to my level.

If I look closely, I'll find that this writhing monster is very similar to the tentacles of a dead interstellar vampire. The only difference is that this writhing tentacle doesn't have a hideous mouthpart; instead, it's topped with a withered head, its face tightly closed, as if it had been dead for a long time.

However, the dry, cracked lips of that head trembled slightly, as if chanting some unclean incantation, spreading a terrifying melody from the universe towards me.

Just as this ethereal melody was about to ring in my ears, and that terrifying song from decades ago was about to resonate across this land, the monster's withered head twisted into a bizarre expression, a mixture of the holiness of monks' chanting and the madness of shamanic invocation, transforming into a terrifying vortex that drew me deeper and deeper...

Suddenly, the voice of the fleshy, tentacle-like monster stopped abruptly. The cold rapier mercilessly pierced the middle of the fleshy tentacle, cutting the upright monster into two pieces lying on the ground.

The withered head seemed not to have expected that I could recover from it; its shriveled face was torn into a horrifying shape, and a hoarse, exhausted voice slowly emerged from it.

"How...did you resist...mental pollution...?"

The confusion and bewilderment in my eyes gradually faded, and a clear look returned. I slowly withdrew my right hand, which had swiftly severed flesh and limbs, and stared at the severed head on the ground, saying firmly.

Do you know what I've been through these days?!

"I spend every night immersed in mental pollution. Your little tricks are nothing compared to real mental pollution!"

This monster is too naive! Does it think I'm so easily corrupted by its mind?

It's really funny, but it seems to actually work?

Every night I'm subjected to all sorts of bizarre and absurd brainwashing, with all sorts of iconic scenes playing out in my head. The fact that I've managed to fall asleep peacefully under these circumstances and survive to this day suggests that I've developed a natural resistance to this kind of brainwashing and mind control...

Have you ever discussed heroes with Prime Minister Cao?

Have you ever seen Billy King's philosophical performance?

Have you ever faced off against a gambling monster invasion?

Have you ever played the bullet-guessing game with Yan Shuangying?

Have you heard Professor Luo Xiang talk about the story of Zhang San, the freeloader?

What? Never heard of it?

Then I suggest you learn some posture techniques before you try to impart your life experience to me.

This monster emits brainwashing sound waves and transmits brainwashing images to me, which initially causes me distress. But after I got used to it for a while, I found it quite enjoyable?

In that instant, I realized that my mental control had weakened and my body had regained its mobility, so I instinctively thrust out my sword and cut the monster in two.

"Since you can speak, then answer me honestly, what exactly are you!"

Without hesitation, I stomped on the monster's head, letting the sole of my shoe rub against its withered skull, ready to crush it at any moment. I guessed that this terrifying creature, with its human-like head, was nothing more than a brain worm from Star Trek. It was simply an organ for mind control, releasing mental pollution.

I must hold the knife to its neck to prevent it from continuing to corrupt my mind when I'm not looking!

"I...was inside the Deep One's...stomach...being devoured by it..."

The man spoke haltingly, his voice still hoarse and unpleasant, his tone stiff.

胃？

I immediately guessed that the blow I delivered to the Deep One's abdomen hadn't hit its heart, but rather its stomach!

So after some blood was shed, the putrid substance that initially sprayed out and then intensified was actually the flesh and blood of an interstellar vampire!

This flesh and blood was swallowed by the heavily wounded Deep One, compressed into an organ similar to the stomach within its body, and gradually decomposed into nutrients. However, I unintentionally broke through it, allowing the fleshy tentacle of this interstellar vampire, which was not quite dead, to break free and swim towards me, preparing to attack.