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

Father Carter, his signature squinty eyes remaining expressionless, smiled and said, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Say something?

Am I supposed to leave my last words?

Oh no, I'm about to be silenced!

Judging from the fact that he could control the Deep One with one hand, the priest could easily kill me, who was seriously injured.

Could this priest be a generic humanoid weapon for the Church of the Living? Yet he exudes an air of nonchalance and idleness. Rather than a Church EVA, he's more like a failed MADAO of the Church's education.

Just as I was thinking about how to get out of this predicament, I noticed that Father Carter's gaze wasn't on me, but rather fixed on the area behind me...

A strange man, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, his face deeply hidden in the shadow of the brim, and a thin body shrouded in a cloak, quietly emerged from behind me.

His voice was deep and magnetic, and he spoke slowly in a slightly aged tone: "You've been watching from the sidelines for so long without showing up, I thought this had nothing to do with you."

Father Carter smiled and replied, "I originally thought this was the most relaxed and harmless Old One twist point, which is why I volunteered to be the priest of this church. Even if I wanted to help, I'm not able to."

His expression was very sincere, as if he were explaining to a friend that it wasn't that he didn't want to lend money, but that his wife controlled all the money and he couldn't get it out.

The strange male voice remained ethereal: "Then you should completely refrain from interfering and leave immediately. I will completely resolve the Old Twisted Point you mentioned."

But Father Carter changed his tune again: "I'm sorry, although I don't have the ability to solve it, the Holy See has been responsible for monitoring, controlling and sealing the Old Twisted Points since the Third Age, and I can't just leave like this."

The strange man's voice carried a hint of disdain: "You're good at picking the fruits of others' labor, but you're not good at handling problems. You can watch from the sidelines, but if you interfere with my plans, be prepared to face my wrath."

Father Carter smiled and bowed, then bent down and pressed his hand on the head of the unconscious Deep One. His figure slowly faded away, like the last wisp of morning mist, and disappeared completely into the air.

Until then, only the strange man and I were left on the field, and the situation became awkward.

This outfit undoubtedly belongs to Old Yorkson, but wasn't Old Yorkson trapped in a dream by Old Man Hooker before? How did he escape so easily?

There was no sign of Old Man Hook nearby. Could it be that his plan of stalking the cicada while unaware of the oriole behind had backfired and he had been killed?

The story was supposed to be about a professional player who had been AFK for decades, only to log back in and find his skills completely outclassed by his former underlings. How did it turn into a veteran player making a triumphant return?

If I chatted and laughed with Old Man Hook in his dream and even accepted his plan, would I also be considered a traitor?

The person remained motionless and asked me in a low voice, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"..." My expression was complicated.

When will you guys ever stop?!

Chapter 203 Men Have Two Sides

"A true man dies when he dies, why waste words!" I said righteously, with the air of someone ready to die a martyr.

The strange man asked in a deep voice, "Well said!"

Then he added, "What do you mean?"

That's so lame!

I don't understand why you're playing the straight man for me!

"It means I'm going to die soon, so I'm giving up rapping..." I explained with a shrug.

The person opposite me paused for a moment, seemingly unable to keep up with my train of thought, then took off his hat, revealing a familiar old face.

It wasn't the face of old Yorkson, a handsome man with a touch of mystery, but a face filled with suspicion, strange and ugly. Even with its many wrinkles, there was not a trace of kindness or gentleness to be seen.

"Old Man Hook?!" I exclaimed in surprise. It turned out that the person in front of me, dressed in Old Yorkson's full suit, was Old Man Hook.

As expected, the classic storyline of killing and looting equipment is still the best!

The Old Yorkson set has been leaked!

“Marcus, you’d better not have any wild ideas in front of us.”

Another voice came from behind Old Man Hook. He turned his head and saw another elderly face on the back of his head, with a slightly hooked nose, but a noble appearance, and even some of the handsome features left over from his youth.

On one head, there's Old Man Hooker on the front and Old Man Yorkson on the back; the two of them are just casually stuck together like that.

"...Are you Gogeta or Vegito?" I looked at the two people in front of me with a strange gaze, and finally realized that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.

From the moment Father Carter appeared, not a single leaf trembled on the trees around him, and there was no sound of birds chirping or insects buzzing. The whole world seemed to have frozen in time.

I bet if I took a spinning top and threw it on the ground, it would spin forever...

This is a dream world!

"Not quite. It should be said that this is a shallow dream within the United Dream, and the foundation of the world is in your dream." The old gentleman, Yorkson, still spoke to me with great elegance, seemingly not concerned with the details.

"My dream?"

"You brat, you've knocked yourself out! Don't you know that? Do we have to remind you of something so embarrassing?" Old Man Hook's first words were sarcastic and sarcastic, befitting an old master of sarcasm.

In a sense, this combination of an old swindler and an old troll is invincible!

"No wonder I tried to move just now, but my body felt like I was in a nightmare, yet I didn't feel much pain..."

How embarrassing! I actually knocked myself unconscious? Could it be that the colonist system was deactivated because I passed out?

To change the subject, I quickly steered the conversation elsewhere: "Father Carter also appeared in my dream just now. Does that mean he also knows your dream-stealing techniques?"

Old Yorkson said expressionlessly, “It’s not quite the same. The laws of the Holy Spirit Church regard the Dream Gate and the Distortion Point together as a calamity. If this person is truly a member of the Vatican, he must have used another method to enter the dream.”

Old Man Hook snorted coldly, "From the moment I sensed that old bastard's presence, that man was already spying on everything through dreams. And the way he controlled the Deep Ones just now..."

I know he was referring to Father Carter's technique of putting the Deep One to sleep by touching its head. This is clearly a dream manipulation technique, presumably locking the Deep One's consciousness into a deeper layer of dreams.

But old Yorkson had a different opinion.

"It should be a special potion from the Vatican. You should have noticed that the Perrin potion I left behind has the function of assisting in the creation of dreams, so it's quite normal for the Vatican to have potions that go even further."

It seems I misunderstood this slacking-off priest. Was he actually sleeping all day to protect world peace?

When I saw that the two of them were getting more and more engrossed in their conversation after I steered them off-topic, I quickly interrupted them.

"Gentlemen, I don't object to you transforming into Voldemort-like figures. But you need to explain why you want to see me!"

Old Man Hook paused for a moment after hearing this, then said, "We're going to finish our last task and we're going to give you a mission."

A mission? To protect world peace, huh? I think that unscrupulous priest from earlier would be perfect for it. Why don't you go find him?

After reading my thoughts, Old Man Hook snorted and adopted his heavy-handed conspiracy theory attitude: "If the Holy See had a way to solve the problem, they would have solved the so-called Old Twisted Points in the last era. Would they have declined to this point?"

"If the Vatican can't solve this, I can't either..." You've come to the wrong person. Apart from having a strange system in my head and a bunch of bizarre knowledge, I'm not even as good as Harris and Gotz, those two knock-off Avengers members.

Old Yorkson, however, echoed Old Man Hook's point of view, saying gently, "You are different from them. And the task we've given you is different from theirs."

"What mission?"

"Live."

Old Yorkson put on his hat, concealing his powerful hairstyle, and lowered the brim to hide his expression in the shadows once more.

But you've completely exposed Old Man Hook's true colors!

Do you even realize that with your outfit, wearing a hat is less effective than just covering your head with a headscarf?

Old Man Hook also spoke to me earnestly.

"In my dream, this old swindler proposed a brand new plan. Although I didn't quite believe him, my lifespan was coming to an end, and I couldn't wait any longer."

"So my condition is that my consciousness be transferred to his immortal interstellar vampire body, so that our consciousnesses are combined. I want to monitor all his actions!"

I looked at him with a strange expression. The final fate of these two old enemies was to become one? That's too weird!

"So what's your plan...?"

"Next, we will follow the old liar's plan, swallowing the anchor point of the final catastrophe into the monster's body, and then exiling ourselves into outer space. In this way, that terrifying being will no longer be able to find the location of Earth. We have already filled the monster's body with holy seals, so even if the final catastrophe decides to spy on this anchor point, it will be repelled."

"This is a great idea! Why didn't anyone think of it before?"

You two must be Tal Rasha's personal disciples, right? Even your thought processes are exactly the same!

Old Man Hook scoffed, “You brat, it’s not that simple. You need the talent and skill to cross the dream gate, and you also need to resist the corruption of the interstellar vampires. I only have confidence in my will and this old swindler’s wild ideas. As for whether I can succeed, I have no confidence at all.”

Will that terrifying being return?

"I don't know. We might hold out until the universe is destroyed, or we might fail at the last second," Old Man Hook said honestly, pouring cold water on the plan as always.

I started to sense something was off and asked, "Wait... besides that Ancient Twisting Point itself, isn't there also the Memetic Disaster? How do you plan to deal with that?"

At this point, Old Man Hook gave a sly smile. "But we still have you... We'll leave behind a unique meme that connects us while absorbing the disaster meme and erasing related memories. If something happens to us, you'll know immediately."

"From now on, you will be the only person in the world who knows about our deeds."

"Why are you asking me?!" I said, annoyed. Shouldn't this be asked of the two gay guys in the cave?

"If you're asking why..." Old Man Hook, unusually, hesitated to speak, "I should say it's because what's in your head is more unpredictable than the calamity meme, so you're not worried about it being corrupted at all."

...Don't think that just because you phrased it differently, I won't realize you're calling me an idiot.

Chapter 204 Rhodes' Identity

"Ugh, it's infuriating to think about. How did those two old bastards even end up together? I shouldn't have had such high expectations of them."

At first, I felt that these miners were a group of heroes who saved the world, silently guarding this small island for decades, and their selfless dedication was a moral model.

I only found out today that the Church of Holy Light does this kind of thing, and is much more professional than them. Judging from Father Carter's tone, they must have been protecting world peace for hundreds of years.

Then the behavior of these miners is very suspicious.

The most likely reason for their actions is that they distrust the Papacy and trust companies, and are stubbornly standing on the front line against the "final calamity" in order to make money.

The decades of perseverance that followed were nothing more than a form of compensation for the unscrupulous behavior of causing harm.

Okay, I admit that my thoughts employ the conspiracy theory approach of Daddy Hooker. But I'm just annoyed that they tricked me.

Why should they imprint memes on me without my consent? Just live a normal life as a human radar, and we'll figure out another way once those two old guys can't take it anymore.

Although neither of them explicitly stated this so-called solution, I could guess that it involved finding Father Carter.

Connecting the island's overly grand church with the mysterious successive priests, I realized that the reason someone built a church on an island with no believers more than 20 years ago was to monitor the behavior of these miners and, at the same time, to keep an eye on the unusual movements of the "final calamity."

Father Carter came to the island to take over the position of overseer of the church.

...Luckily, this priest isn't named Kotomine, nor does he like Mapo Tofu. Otherwise, I would have suspected that Mineral Town was originally Fuyuki City, and that what happened that year was an unknown Holy Grail War.

I had no doubts about what the two old men said. Both were extraordinary doers, always acting on wildly imaginative ideas. If they said they would swallow the anchor point of the "ultimate catastrophe," then they would swallow it; one more bite or one less bite wouldn't count as completing the mission.