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

Wait a minute, something seems off...

What kind of sword am I looking for? What is this sword called?

What Rainbow Sword? What Rainbow Sword? Could it be the Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Swords?

In the brief moment my mind went blank, I skipped over this place and continued up the mountain. The next stop was the place where Gray had pushed beyond his limits and knocked the Deep One off the cliff.

In this respect, I admire Gray the most. As a character similar to a super minion, he actually killed Baron Nashor and almost pushed down towers all the way, trapping the enemy heroes in their fountain.

If I had known Gray was such a good fighter, I wouldn't have gone back to perform that Liu Bei throwing A Dou act.

However, the area is densely forested, and only a patch of broken trees in the jungle hinted at the tragic accident that had occurred there, leaving no obvious clues.

The peerless sword is nowhere to be seen here either. The peerless sword is a supreme weapon forged through generations of crafting at the Sword-Forging Manor; it can only be created by combining the blood of the three rarest elements in the world: greed, anger, and ignorance…

Hmm... wait a minute, this town can provide all three types of blood, right?

Jeff, the boss, is greedy, treacherous, and cunning; no one embodies greed more thoroughly than him. Dick, the boss, is concerned with appearances and loves to fight; to save face, he often speaks sarcastically and harbors resentment, clearly violating the precept against anger. Sebala, on the other hand, is obsessed with alcohol, seemingly suffering from alcohol-induced brain damage and exhibiting obvious symptoms of Alzheimer's disease—truly deranged. If their blood were used to forge a sword, it might even produce extraordinary results, adding some strange properties to the blade.

I'm not trying to criticize them, but I always feel that this trio's shameless behavior is only good for occasionally making cameo appearances in Gintama.

Well, it seems the peerless sword isn't here either. I'd better head to the lakeside instead.

Next, as I gazed at the beautiful scenery of the lagoon halfway up Mount Maders, I was surprised to find traces of waterbirds nearby, fluttering their wings and skimming across the water, snatching a small fish from the clear waves!

On my previous visits, I had never seen any creatures in this lake, not even snails, frogs, or snakes along its shores.

It seems that after the Deep Ones were subdued, the Flowing Sand River finally returned to its former beauty, and many creatures began to compete for limited ecological niches, living a traditional life of survival of the fittest.

I walked around the lake but didn't see any decent traces. This area is far from the main battlefield of the day before yesterday, and it's clean enough as it is without any need for cleaning.

So I looked at the distant mountains and embarked on a rugged climbing path, finally heading back to the battlefield of last night.

The rugged mountain road was a piece of cake for me. In just ten minutes, I traversed a distance that most people could hardly imagine and stepped into the heart of last night's battle.

…………

I sat dejectedly by the lake, staring blankly at the distant sky, muttering to myself, "Where could it be? What did I miss? Where is Curry Stick?"

I have completely given up on the name of this sword; all I can think about is where it is.

The two towering tungsten-titanium alloy pillars that once stood in this area have been dug up and removed, leaving only two shallow burial marks on the ground. The newer soil color at the fault line indicates that this area was recently filled in.

However, the mine in the lake, whose first floor had been destroyed, had an entrance directly opened on the surface, and the tall mine roof was gone. From that entrance, one should directly reach the second floor of the mine, which looked quite ordinary from the outside.

The charred trees and crumbling rocks on the edge of the site, when viewed from a distance, actually fit perfectly with this desolate mine, as natural as a bald man wearing a wig or French troops carrying a white flag!

Strangely, however, many tender vines have somehow climbed onto the trees that were recently burned, and tiny new leaves have sprouted on the trees that were not completely dead.

Another unusual sight was old Yorkson's grave, which stubbornly remained standing.

In a broad sense, this place is indeed the burial place of old Yorkson's remains, but in a narrow sense, this old swindler should now be crammed into a one-room apartment with old man Hooker, playing Robinson Crusoe in some unknown corner of outer space. This poor grave probably means nothing to him.

This black and white grave, with its tombstone now mostly broken and a corner of the mound missing, looks like a holdout whose property has been partially demolished, stubbornly defending its rights.

Out of consideration for our past acquaintance, I made some minor repairs to the tomb mound and picked up the scattered fragments of the tombstones, placing them on the grave.

But right now I'm not concerned about this old guy's grave; what I'm looking for is that sword!

"Any kind of sword will do, just give me one, please?!"

"I just want to go back and report!"

As I repaired the grave with my back to the lake, I shouted at the top of my lungs, not expecting any response.

But suddenly, I heard a soft voice behind me, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, echoing in my ears.

"Young traveler, are you looking for this golden greatsword, this silver greatsword, or this rainbow greatsword?"

In the lake before them, a semi-transparent human figure made of water suddenly rose from the surface, relying on the surging water against gravity to maintain its body, making it impossible to discern its specific features.

...After Sebala and his two companions traveled from the Gintama set, has someone else made a cameo appearance at the 100,000 Cold Jokes set?

My brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment.

"What gold sword, silver sword, rainbow sword! What kind of imposter is this Lady of the Lake?!" I retorted instinctively, forgetting what sword I was actually looking for: "You should give me Excalibur!"

Chapter 238 Sharp Eyes

"Uh... um... what did you say?"

The strange aquatic creature before them seemed to freeze for a moment, its body trembling in disbelief. "You...shouldn't you...express your gratitude?"

I glanced at the object for a moment, then asked, "Let's put the sword aside for now. Shouldn't you introduce yourself and tell me who you are?"

The aquatic creature seemed to be trying to maintain its form, struggling to move towards the shore: "As you can see, I am a goddess..."

"Wait a minute!" I reached out to stop the suspicious creature in front of me from getting closer. "Goddess? You don't even have any simps around, yet you dare to call yourself a goddess? You're quite confident."

The aquatic creature was taken aback again. "It seems our communication has resulted in a subtle misunderstanding. Have I been trapped for too long and fallen behind the times?"

I shook my head regretfully: "That feigned innocence was indeed very clever. It not only resolved the awkwardness but also put myself in the position of the understanding party, giving me a subtle psychological advantage. You may not be a goddess, but you have the potential to be a typical green tea b*tch or a white lotus."

"You must have misunderstood something..."

“That’s right! Just keep this attitude. As long as the sycophant realizes that his previous understanding was wrong and takes the initiative to change his mind and accept your values, he’ll be willing to do anything, not just be a backup plan, but even a jack.” I continued to give advice, but then immediately changed the subject.

"But... you know you have a huge weakness."

"A flaw?" The aquatic creature turned its head in confusion, stopping at a spot on the lake shore where there were very few ripples. Finally, it was able to break free from the influence of the lake waves on the water flow and barely manage to stand firm.

“That’s right! As a goddess, even if you don’t have a curvy figure, you should at least be a normal person, right? Even a flat body with the same shape from front to back can be marketable, but who can accept a sticky, slippery jelly?” I said bluntly, looking at her with regret in my eyes.

The aquatic creature suddenly trembled, as if its emotions were fluctuating intensely: "If I hadn't been sealed in the lake, how could I have lost even my physical form!"

"Hmm, you're getting the hang of it. But it's not enough. Your tone shouldn't be angry, but rather one of grievance, despair, and a touch of resilience! Try again!"

"Oh... I'm sealed in the lake, I can't even maintain my physical form... Waaaaah..."

"No! The words 'in the lake' should be said with even more grievance and despair, and the tone of 'unable to hold on' should carry a hint of self-destructive strength. Only then can the sycophant be made to sacrifice himself!"

"I...I'm sealed in the lake...Waaah...But it's okay, it's just that I can't maintain my physical form."

"That's right!"

I applauded, applauding this exceptionally talented student. "Remember this feeling," I said, "and practice it extensively in different contexts and scenarios. Never give the impression of a pathetic, clingy person; instead, portray them as an inspirational figure from a difficult background. Only then will sycophants be so eager to help you succeed!"

"Okay... I'll remember that... Just kidding!" The aquatic creature suddenly rippled the water, sending large sprays of water cascading down its body. "The kind of person you're talking about isn't a goddess at all! Just a con artist! I'm a goddess! A real goddess!"

I stood up from the ground and retorted in a tone of exasperation, "The goddess you speak of is nothing more than someone who gives believers a false faith, bestows scraps upon them with a condescending attitude, and then lets them sink into misery. Is it because you've discovered that the more people sink into despair, the more steadfast their faith becomes, that you euphemistically call it fate's arrangement, constantly testing their faith?"

"You... how do you know? Are you a god from somewhere?" The water-like creature rippled and even seemed about to turn and run away.

I let out a cold laugh: "Does this simple truth require a god to understand? Show some awareness!"

I spoke passionately: "How could the goddesses I speak of be emotional con artists? Have they ever begged for affection or attention? Or asked for gifts or money?"

"But...this is clearly just rhetoric and deception..."

"Deception? Then you can ask the simps, isn't what they see fake? Isn't the concern they feel a deception? Aren't every 'I'm going to take a shower' and 'Let's talk another day' sincere? Isn't this state of mutual emotional investment without expecting anything in return the purest and noblest emotion?"

"But... something just doesn't feel right..." the aquatic creature continued to try to argue.

I said firmly, "The goddess you speak of is nothing but a false idol, who has never truly shown the world a shred of pity, using her innate power as a reason to be superior. What I'm talking about, however, is about getting to know oneself step by step, correcting one's attitude, and holding oneself to high standards. In summer, one cannot have disheveled hair; in winter, one cannot wear cotton pants and woolen socks. One must be dignified and elegant when others are around, and never wear slippers and shorts when no one is around. No matter what, one should treat those around them with a spring-like attitude, infecting them with unparalleled personal charm, and earning them heartfelt praise!"

"You think someone who lives proudly through their own efforts doesn't deserve the title of goddess? Instead, you worship those who are born with everything and don't have to work for it. Aren't you ashamed?"

The aquatic creature froze on the spot, barely moving the water. The water that made up its body gradually collapsed back into the lake, almost melting away and disappearing.

"I...I really didn't expect that..."

"Then let me ask you." My eyes were filled with compassion as I reached out a hand to the aquatic creature.

"Then let me ask you, have you understood?"

The aquatic creature shuddered, and the water flowed back up in layers, coalescing into a complete body that looked much more solid than before.

"I got it!"

My tone was full of the Taoist principle of non-action: "No, you still have doubts in your heart. I'll ask you one more time, have you understood?"

The aquatic creature's tone gradually shifted from hurried and mixed to firm.

"I... understand!"

I reached out and stroked the non-existent beard, then grabbed the aquatic creature's hand. Surprisingly, I actually grasped something that felt real, instead of just passing through the water and missing my target.

The aquatic creature seemed moved and approached me, but suddenly I heard it say:

"Then come with me. I'm from *******, and you'll be taken in by our organization!"

"Eh!!! I'm a goddess!!!" the aquatic creature exclaimed.

I remained completely unmoved: "I know, the Foundation is after goddesses! If you were just an ordinary water elemental, I wouldn't bother taking you in!"

"Well... I'm actually a water elemental! I'm from the water elemental world! There's been a misunderstanding between us!" the water-type creature immediately corrected itself.

"Water element, is that it? You're suspected of polluting the town's water source. I'm also the town's sheriff. Come with me!"

"Eh!!!!!"

Chapter 239 Water Element

How dare a mere water elemental try to outsmart me and even attempt to deceive the police with clever words? I think it's incredibly audacious.

"You water elemental, tell me the truth, what's your background?" I ruthlessly confiscated the three swords this mysterious water elemental brought with it. "You also have a controlled knife hidden in your possession. Where did you come from? Do you have any criminal record? Show me your ID card and temporary residence permit."

"N-nothing..." the water elemental stammered. "I actually just woke up and was sitting at the bottom of the lake doing nothing. I heard some noise on the surface and came to check it out. You're suddenly asking me so many questions... I haven't even brushed my teeth yet!"

"..." I took a deep breath. "Do you know that confessing leads to leniency? Do you think the police will believe your lies?"

The water elemental was being held by the arm, but didn't try to pull away. She asked hesitantly, "I've really been trapped for a long time, and my divine power is almost completely depleted now. I don't really understand what you're saying... Before I went to sleep last time, everyone admired me just because I said that line..."

"That was before! Now, even if a water elemental like you comes out to act all mysterious, people will still check if you're cool enough!"

"Prestige?"

"You don't even understand this?"

Since it asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully analyze it for it: "If you're going to have a miracle, choose the most prestigious and famous location! Project the divine light directly onto the screen, and the glow will be hundreds of meters high, right? Make a miracle at famous mountains and rivers, heavenly pools and underground palaces, and hire some blind StarCraft players and lifelong solo anime fans to stand on the sidelines and act as straight men. Whether they see it or not, they should all jump out, kneel down, and shout: 'Holy crap, this is amazing!' In authentic Qin dialect, it'll be incredibly impressive!"

"When the real body appears, it will be even more incredible. First, we'll have seven or eight black men wearing sunglasses waiting at the door. As soon as the music starts, they'll start dancing. We'll provide 24-hour security. If anyone causes trouble, we'll take them away. The funeral procession alone will take ten days to half a month!"

"Invite your relatives and friends from the divine realm too. Just ask around and you'll find it's either the Sun God or the Earth Mother Goddess. If Aqua showed up, you'd be embarrassed to even greet her! You tell me, on such an occasion, the number of believers would increase by at least seventy or eighty thousand, right? I'm telling you, seventy or eighty thousand is the minimum, not even counting those who die of excitement on the spot and return to glory! You have to study the psychology of these believers. People who have time to chase after celebrities... ptooey, ptooey, people who chase after gods, would they care about such small favors? They're all about saving face! These believers don't care if you're a real god or a fake god, they just want to have fun!"