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

Who told you not to film a separate series for Lord Shafulin!

Without a doubt, the Super Beast was that person's subordinate, and the Disc Creature's attack was also at that person's behest!

"The situation here is extremely complicated. In short, although the Ancient Group's reputation remains, it has moved behind the scenes—this was also instructed by that great one. The Plasma Spark Tower, which was responsible for the dimensional ascension of the entire population, has also been withdrawn from M78, only sending stellar observers like myself into space to carry out some special missions..."

I smiled and said to them, "With your short lifespans, of course you wouldn't know our names. How old do you think I am, Seven?"

The fat warden, with a smug grin, guessed what I meant and began to boast: "Lord Seven, although you look young, you are exceptionally capable, ruthless, and able to anticipate your enemy's moves and foresee the future. It would take at least five hundred years of life experience to do that!"

Eaton, standing to the side, covered his face and looked at his former colleague. He probably couldn't bear to see him say such shameless things and felt ashamed for him.

But I chuckled and waved my hand dismissively: "I'm not that young anymore! To be honest, I'm already 17,000 years old. I spent a thousand years in space creating star orbit maps and only recently landed on this planet!"

A collective gasp immediately filled the room; it was unclear whether they believed my nonsense or were astonished by my shamelessness.

But what's wrong with Seventh Master being a stellar observer and having an age of 17,000?! If you don't believe me, go look at the official setting book published by Tsuburaya Productions!

At least I didn't say I'm 40 meters tall, fly at Mach 7, swim at 240 knots, or have a wrist strength of 10 tons. I was being very modest, okay?

"Silence! Silence!"

Although the traitor leader didn't believe me, he still tried his best to help me control the situation and maintain good order at the meeting.

I continued, "Although I can no longer rely on the powerful Plasma Spark Tower after coming to this planet, I still possess abilities and technology that surpass yours. If needed, more superhuman warriors, even those far superior to me, will come to this planet."

I abruptly changed my tone, "From today onwards, you are the unofficial Earth personnel of the Reverse-Flash Legion. For this, you must possess power commensurate with the Reverse-Flash Legion! I will show you a path to transcend humanity like mine, you bastards, so risk your lives to carry it out!"

“Lucall, Visca!” I suddenly called out.

"Yes...yes, sir!" This was probably the first time the fat man had been called by his full name. He didn't even react for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he hurriedly replied.

"From today onwards, this will be the Reverse Lightning Legion's base. You will be responsible for serving as the quartermaster, and you will be in charge of the production and distribution of all supplies within the base."

The fat man nodded and bowed repeatedly, overjoyed at this cushy job. But I immediately said, "Of course, if anyone in this territory goes hungry or there is a shortage of supplies, then you will take responsibility and perform a seppuku for me!"

I then ignored the wailing fat man and began the next appointment.

"Alexander, Jessup!"

"Yes, sir!" The bald man did remember his name, even though it was a name that appeared very rarely.

"You will be the political commissar of the Reverse Lightning Legion base from now on, responsible for the ideological work of all personnel. At the same time, you will supervise all matters of the base in my absence, and in wartime you will have the right to act first and report later!"

The bald man's role is somewhat special, so he has a bit more power. But this power originates from me; he's merely exercising it on my behalf, so I'm not worried about him overstepping his bounds—overstepping me? How many lives does he have left?

“Stryker Eaton!” I continued, issuing the appointment.

"Here!" Seeing that the two people in front of him had been appointed to important positions, the traitorous leader, a soldier, answered swiftly and decisively, waiting expectantly for my instructions.

"You...you're in charge of training the troops. I'm taking all your former subordinates with me. If you haven't trained the slaves into competent soldiers by the time I come next time, I'll send you back to the loader's territory!"

"Hey!!!! Sir, something's not right!!! Why are they all getting preferential treatment, but I'm just a lowly training soldier? And I don't even have a proper job title!!!"

Chapter 380 Everyone is Like a Dragon

Young hero, you're the prince of landmines, and you still need to ask why? The landmines you've stepped on could circle the Earth and detonate the entire moon, right?

"Eaton, don't misunderstand, this is all part of the organization's arrangements." I said calmly. "Last night when we were drinking, you offered to relinquish your military command. I couldn't very well give you a commander's position and offend you, could I? But the territory can't be without someone to coordinate military affairs, so I'll assign you a job for now and not officially appoint you. You can be officially appointed when the time is right."

Eaton, on the verge of tears, said, "But sir, all my men have been transferred away. How can I train so many slaves by myself? Their military skills are not even as good as the lapdogs I keep at home!"

Upon hearing this, the slaves who were imitating tree stumps glared angrily at him.

Oh right, I almost forgot about Eton last night. He secretly used slaves as human punching bags, placing them in front of the troops to attract hatred. Such behavior must have planted seeds of hatred in the hearts of these poor souls. If he were to train them alone, Eton would probably be devoured by them in a couple of days.

"What you said makes sense..."

I originally hoped to take all the original town garrison soldiers with me, but it seems that if all of them are withdrawn, the Reverse Lightning Legion base will have to come to a standstill.

"That's settled then. I'll leave the crossbowmen to you. You don't need to put much effort into training these people in formations, drills, or assault tactics. I only need you to train two things: shooting and physical fitness!"

I took a crossbow from the soldier and tossed it to him. “For now, we’ll use crossbows and bows and arrows as training equipment. You’ll keep the live guns. Every day, apart from working in the fields, all your time will be devoted to shooting and physical training. I want to see them transformed within a month.”

Eaton's devastated mood improved slightly, and he began to seriously consider the plan: "Sir, I understand shooting, but why is physical fitness placed in such an important position?"

I said with a serious expression, "I hope to see this unit eventually become a special force that is flexible in thinking, quick in action, and can quickly appear in the corners of the battlefield where they are needed! Due to long-term malnutrition, their physical condition is no longer able to carry out heavy armor charges as I envision, so we can only develop them towards a lighter build and improve their physical fitness to create a highly mobile force!"

Then I turned my gaze to everyone present and announced in a loud voice, "Listen up, everyone! From now on, you will all follow my physical training plan every day: 100 push-ups, 100 squats, 100 sit-ups, and a 10-kilometer run! Unless you are missing an arm or a leg, no one can escape this training!"

A commotion arose from the audience. I always felt that these slaves were oddballs; they were capable of anything, from slacking off to self-harm to evade military service, so after giving them a beating, I quickly offered them a treat.

"However, those who participate in the training will receive an extra portion of food rations, while those who cannot participate will have their food rations halved! If they meet my standards after a month of training, they will be transferred from the reserve camp to the Reverse Lightning Legion, receiving the same treatment as the regular army! They will be provided with unlimited armor, weapons, food, and medicine!"

These words caused a stir in the room, and many people beamed with joy—they were probably not happy about the empty promise of unlimited supplies, but rather about the chance to escape the tragic fate of being cannon fodder.

After the gathering was dismissed, everyone entered a hot afternoon break. I specifically sought out the traitorous leader and whispered to Eton, "So? I've offered you so much support, do you still dare to have any objections?"

The traitor leader said gratefully, "Sir! I am extremely grateful for your kindness! With these resources and the help of the soldiers, I am confident that I can quickly train them into qualified soldiers!"

I shook my head: "Don't talk big like that. A real soldier needs not only a strong physique and rich experience, but also a strong will. The first two can be accumulated through training and combat, but willpower is not so easy to change. Some people never break through their own limits in their entire lives."

"Hmm...that is a problem..." Eaton pondered. As someone focused on training soldiers, he knew that excellent soldiers were like rough gems, which could shine with a little polishing, while others were like stubborn rocks, which could not be used even if smashed, and might even become troublemakers in the camp, making internal relations a mess.

"Don't worry, people must constantly surpass themselves to achieve ultimate transcendence. Baldy has already grasped the concept of surpassing humanity very deeply. I'll keep him here to handle ideological work. If you encounter any troublemakers you can't deal with, just hand them over to him!"

I patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Eaton, you are a rare talent I have discovered here, so you are also required to shoulder the heaviest responsibility. After that person's order is issued, other super soldiers from the Ancient Group will also come to this planet in droves to carry out unknown orders. If your achievements can impress them, I, Seven, will recommend you to join the real legion and bask in the light of the Plasma Spark Tower!"

Eaton bowed deeply, moved: "Thank you so much, Lord Seven! By the way, the Plasma Spark Tower must be something truly amazing!"

I gave a mysterious smile: "Amazing? That word doesn't do justice to the great Spark Tower. You know, I was originally just like you, an ordinary human being, or even just a genetically modified one, someone who doesn't even have human rights in the universe..."

"What! This... is impossible!"

Eaton was shocked and dropped the crossbow in his hand. The crossbow made a sharp, whistling sound as it hit the ground.

"Ah... I'm sorry, sir! I was just too shocked!"

Eaton's expression of surprise was just like Er Kang's whimsical metaphor—it was not only full but almost overflowing (???).

"It's normal for you to be making a fuss. Human genetic engineering products are prohibited at the cosmic level. All civilizations strive to become 'pure-blooded humans' of the old world and severely crack down on the development of intelligent AI and genetic engineering."

I spoke eloquently to him: "But under that great man's command, there are no such rigid restrictions. All technological advancements are for liberating human productivity, and all genetic explorations are for purifying the flaws in nature and the soul. As long as one possesses a will that transcends everything, one can achieve an absolute evolution beyond humanity under the illumination of the Plasma Spark Tower, just like me!"

"That great man once described the purpose of doing this. He said it was all so that there would be no more oppression, distortion, or chaos in this universe, and that this world..."

"Everyone can be a dragon!"

Chapter 381 Chemical Reactions

For the foreseeable future, I do not intend to interfere with this base any further.

This is merely a strategic move, a preemptive step to seize control of this undeveloped land. In the midst of power struggles, gaining an early and effective force that is guaranteed to win is an advantage that cannot be missed.

Inspired by my spirit, I appointed Eaton as the military observer of the Reverse Lightning Legion base, responsible for the military training and personnel selection of the reserve battalion there, and recommending those he deemed qualified to join my personal guard (that is, the town guard force I had taken from him).

At the same time, he and I developed a detailed training plan.

Step 1: Every day at 3:00 AM, after 15 minutes of washing up, everyone does 100 push-ups, then lines up to eat, and begins farming, digging, reinforcing irrigation ditches, and building barracks.

Step 2: At 7:00 AM, do 100 squats in place. Then, the group gathers food in the valley. Each person is limited to collecting 10 kilograms of edible items; if they don't have enough, they use stones instead. This is a weighted cross-country training exercise to enhance their wilderness survival skills.

Step 3: At noon, after a morning of running around, they were too tired to walk anymore, so they all lay down and did 100 sit-ups together. Then they continued to practice archery at the edge of the forest, gradually transitioning from fixed targets to moving targets. Those who missed the target were not given food.

Step 4: During the hottest part of the afternoon, from 3 pm to 6 pm, in order to reduce physical exertion, everyone takes a three-hour lunch break. Anyone who dares to run around will have their legs broken and be hung up as a mural.

Step 5: At 6 PM, around dusk, everyone completes the final 10km run around Silent Valley. Those who come in last will run with added weight the next day. Then, before going to sleep, the bald man will give a thorough summary report and ideological education, reviewing the day's shortcomings and achievements, before finally letting them go to sleep.

With Eaton and Baldy as two capable lieutenants, and thirty or forty crossbowmen as the backbone of the camp, building a brand new army would not be a problem.

But what I wanted was to use this to create a team that would be revitalized. So the crossbowmen were also reorganized and joined in, serving as squad leaders, living and eating with them, and receiving military training together.

The remaining twenty-odd armored soldiers were taken under my wing. Being around them, learning from their example, and being taught by me, they will surely grow into qualified Reverse Lightning Legion soldiers much faster.

Each of us can become light!

(If that doesn't work, then with this training method, everyone can become bald!)

As for supplies, as long as they can survive the food shortages of the first few days and the barley ripens, there will be no shortage of staple food. With the remaining supplies, they can rely on archery training and hunting to find enough food.

Anyway, that's what I told Fatty. I hope that when he sees this empty (even more desolate than the secret warehouse of Shisong Village) reserve warehouse, he won't burst into tears.

My instructions to Eaton were: "If there's not enough food, turn this fat guy into military rations!"

That way, I can confidently entrust him with all the logistics of the Reverse Lightning military base.

As a kind-hearted person, I certainly wouldn't force him to conjure up supplies out of thin air. Apart from a slight shortage of food, which requires collective hunting and gathering to replenish, I've filled the warehouse with more important supplies.

As I walked, I casually used the timber I had cleared to build a warehouse, and then used that timber to make a large number of weapons. Among them were 150 short bows, 150 great bows, and countless featherless arrows, for use in military training at the base. If they can wear all these weapons out, I reckon they'll have mastered unparalleled martial arts skills.

There are also 150 wooden sticks and 150 wooden axes in the warehouse, which they will use as training tools for close-quarters combat with short weapons. It's okay if they're not proficient in using them, but they can't be completely clueless, right?

For the sake of the base's stability, I won't provide armor or protective gear for now; we'll wait until they're capable of handling things independently. A set of indestructible armor produced by the system isn't something I can easily give away.

The last question is how to unify the group's thinking.

…………

"Boss Seven, is the 'Superman Theory' you mentioned this morning the missing part of the secret to listening to the heart?!"

When I found the bald man, he waited expectantly for my answer and asked a bizarre question.

"Huh?" I was completely confused.

The bald man analyzed earnestly, "Boss, the secret method you gave me only mentioned transcending truth, transcending reality, and transcending oneself, and after transcending, reaching the only true world of the human spirit, relying on wisdom to achieve complete enlightenment. But it didn't tell me what enlightenment actually is. I thought about it for a long time without any results... until your speech today!"

So you think Kant's theory of the Übermensch is the same as the Buddhist enlightenment? How did you come up with such a Frankenstein's monster? This is something even more terrifying than the mixed elements in this novel!

Imagine if the Führer hadn't obtained half of Kant's martial arts manual, but instead discovered the ultimate superhuman theory in the mysterious East, combining Buddhist concepts of transcendence and enlightenment, and entered the profound realm of cultivating both body and mind...

Two images flashed through my mind instantly.

"Sir, am I mistaken?"

Seeing my complicated expression, the bald man cautiously asked.

Of course that's wrong! What kind of twisted logic and heresy is that! If enlightenment could be achieved simply by transcending humanity, then the whole world would be full of Pratyekabuddhas, and there would be no need for salvation!

I never imagined that Kant's theories, when placed within the context of Buddhism, could produce such provocative ideas. This chemical reaction truly astonished me.

I reached out to give him a good whack on the head, to shatter his associations with a classic wake-up call, but looking at his shiny bald head, I suddenly remembered the "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva" statue that had been accidentally carved in the ranch.

The aura emanating from that Bodhisattva statue was extremely ethereal, as if countless chants and celestial flowers were descending upon the world amidst the flying sparks. This desolate wilderness was a time of great strife; appeasement was utterly useless, and a potentially fatal remedy might just be the cure for all evil!

Hmm... this theory might be feasible?