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

In my hazy state, I began to breathe hard, trying to let the cool oxygen spread throughout my body, but I was frustrated by the scarcity of pure oxygen—so little that it was like the air in a soda can, while I was a blue whale breathing at sea.

So I began to consciously conserve this oxygen, slowly prioritizing the supply of gas to the place closest to it, and then gradually spreading it outwards, radiating it to places farther away from the body.

To my surprise, my method actually worked. With my coordination, the oxygen appeared continuously, providing me with energy in a weak but persistent way, achieving a balance between my breaths.

By this point, I felt that my breathing had completely stopped, and the exchange of air between my lungs and the outside world had been cut off, with everything switching to internal oxygen exchange.

The pure oxygen became increasingly abundant, and my chest and abdomen slowly regained control of my body thanks to the cool sensation. Then, my heart began to beat slightly. As the coolness flowed through my chest, I gradually gained a clearer feeling; I could even feel the pure oxygen flowing under my skin.

"Isolated from the outside world, forming its own internal circulation... Could this be internal breathing?"

The thought suddenly popped into my head, and I then diverted a portion of my consciousness to investigate the source of the pure oxygen. Through this tracing process, I quickly sensed that the source of this energy flow was my lower abdomen, as if a tiny white hole, the size of a pinhole, had appeared, spewing out an endless amount of matter, which was then transformed into the life-sustaining energy I needed.

After this discovery, I was overjoyed. After calming down my excited mood, I continued to coordinate the breathing rhythm of various parts of my body, trying to unite my internal organs, limbs and bones into one, and piece together my body, which was about to break down, into a car that could barely run. Using the energy surging in my abdomen as fuel, I crossed the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

As I coordinated my breathing, it felt as if a mysterious ripple emanated from my body, radiating throughout. The initially unruly organs and tissues, under the influence of this ripple, seemed to undergo subtle changes, their rhythms gradually becoming synchronized and harmonious, eventually joining the grand chorus of my body, emitting a firm and powerful cry!

But having only the five internal organs and four limbs is not enough.

My facial features are concentrated on my head. If I don't regain control of my head, I will never feel my own existence. So my efforts continue.

I don't know how long it took, and there was no timekeeping device here. I could only continue with a slow, internal breathing rhythm, gradually "converting" these unruly parts of my body, until finally I expanded my control from my torso upwards, approaching my head.

"call……"

With a soft exhale, I guessed my abdomen was already swollen like a toad. Then, the accumulated power burst forth like a flood bursting through a dam, rushing towards the vital passage between my head and body, and heading straight into my brain!

In an instant, I seemed to see a sky full of stars shining before my eyes, or as if the universe had exploded and was being reenacted. The sounds, colors, and vibrations of the collision and conflict all came at once, engulfing me in an infinitely complex spacetime trap.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw an absolutely stunning sight in the universe!

I saw the nearest bright star surrounded by a rare red rectangular nebula.

From my perspective, this nebula is a scattered, gaseous structure. It's not just rectangular, but more like an X, within which you can see countless intermittent, linear, complex structures formed by incandescent gas. This bizarre structure is somewhat like a ladder's rung, making the entire nebula look like a spider web, a growing trap waiting for clueless prey in the universe to stumble in.

Such a cosmic spectacle left me speechless with shock. I could only stare blankly, even temporarily forgetting my own predicament and the unique danger lurking in the dark universe.

Suddenly, I sensed a subtle shift in gravity, just as my breathing rhythm synchronized with my body, quietly altering this outer space. A tyrannical and chaotic gravitational wave arose imperceptibly, frantically tearing at the matter in the void.

A sense of foreboding washed over me. As I slowly rolled over, aided by the chaotic forces of gravity, and saw what lay behind me, an even greater terror, like a high-voltage electric shock, coursed through my entire body from the tips of my hair to my toes…

A celestial body, brownish-red and rusty-looking, drifted aimlessly past me. Beneath its rough exterior, it had no distinguishing features other than hill-like, spherical protrusions…

In terror, I held my breath as I watched it float there lifelessly, radiating an overwhelming aura, the rusty red gas surrounding its body resembling rolling clouds and thunder patterns, grotesque and bizarre.

As the celestial body moved, just when I thought the terror was about to end, thick, scarlet waves began to roll across the lifeless surface of the planet, spreading out an ocean of liquid of unknown length, revealing the pale, luminous substance beneath the surface, which formed an organ resembling a giant eye...

No! It saw me!

Chapter 389 Old Friends in a Foreign Land

A heart-wrenching scream jolted me awake. The giant eye of that terrifying planet seemed still vivid in my mind. From that single, empty eye, I saw an ominous sign descending, one beyond human comprehension.

Individual death and destruction are insignificant compared to this behemoth; only the dying screams of the universe can barely describe even a fraction of its terror…

"Why would I have such a terrifying dream? And that one-eyed planet, apart from the wrong color, looks exactly like the moon I saw in the wasteland!"

In the daze of just waking up, I tried to analyze what I had seen in my dream. As we all know, what we see and hear in dreams often disappears within minutes of waking up and is completely forgotten as the light of the real world shines through.

The dream's essence gradually faded, and the details of the dream in my memory, like a yellowed photograph, turned into something blurry and abstract, no longer able to be clearly understood by me.

It was then that I discovered a spot where I didn't have to exert any force...

"Holy crap! Where am I?!"

After a brief period of confusion, I decisively chose to imprint the memory of the one-eyed planet in my mind, letting the painful memory of drifting in space dissipate into nothingness. Then I found myself not sleeping in the tavern's simple bedroom under a horsehide blanket, but in a vast, boundless white space in all directions.

From my vantage point, all I could see, in all directions, was a monotonous and illusory white, like an infinitely vast pure white prison, confining only me, the lonely prisoner.

"White... in a dream..."

A memory that seemed both distant and close gradually surfaced, and a word slowly became clear in my mind.

"Could this be... Yuan Bai's Dreamland...?"

Before I could finish speaking, a roar filled with shock and anger suddenly came from behind me.

"You little rascal! What are you doing! Why are you running around like that!"

When I turned around, I saw an old man with gray hair whose face was full of irritation standing behind me, looking at me with great anger. Every wrinkle on his face seemed to be uttering idioms from the ancient Chinese slang.

Holy crap, is this really the original White Dream Realm? I actually crossed the dream gate myself?!

"You've traveled through time my ass! We risked our lives to bring you in! With your qualifications, you wouldn't even be qualified to enter this place in your next life!"

Great!

I forgot that in dreams, he could read my mind! And that old geezer's words still infuriate me!

"You little brat! Don't think I won't hear you just because you're cursing me in your head!"

Tch, I know I can't hide it from you, but I'm going to curse you anyway! You're capable of reading my mind, but are you capable of preventing me from thinking?

"you!!!"

Old Man Hook's hideous face twisted and contorted, his expression suggesting he might be the monstrous one-eyed planet. But the next moment, before he could utter his thunderous roar, his hands involuntarily pressed against his face, magically producing an old-fashioned hat and placing it on his head. His face appeared even older, yet his expression became refined and profound.

Old Yorkson's entrance was way cooler than Hu Ke's dad's. Weren't they previously dressed as Voldemort, sharing one head and two faces?

“Marcus, it’s been a long time… After a period of fusion, we have mastered the skill of balancing consciousness and are able to maintain our individual personalities.”

Old Yorkson greeted me calmly and politely explained my doubts.

From this perspective, it's no wonder the old miners disliked Old Man Hooker but listened to Old Man Yorkson. I'd be the same; who doesn't enjoy interacting with intellectuals?

"Young Hook is also very talented, but unfortunately I have more experience in this area." Old Yorkson smiled slightly, beginning to imply that his brilliance was only due to the contrast with his peers. If Old Hook's father could hear this at this moment, he would definitely be furious and come out to fight.

Sure enough, old Yorkson's hand started shaking uncontrollably, looking like that of a late-stage Parkinson's patient, but he calmly whispered, "Don't be silly, we need to get this straight first! I'm good at communication!"

After saying those two sentences, his Parkinson's disease finally subsided, but for some reason, there was a clear handprint on his old face.

“Marcus, we discovered some time ago that the memetic we left on you was mutating, and some unknown force was interfering with our messages. We tried to contact you, but our communication was cut off. It wasn't until recently that we regained control of the memetic and discovered that your relative location spans countless planets... What exactly is going on?”

Ah... it's a long story. I only remember waking up that day to find myself lying on the Gobi Desert... Oh right! It felt exactly like this, even though I hadn't done anything!

"Could it be that besides the 'Final Calamity,' some other powerful and indescribable force has been awakened in Mineral Town?"

Old Yorkson pondered for a moment, then abandoned his futile guessing. "In any case, we used the energy we'd accumulated over this time to finally pinpoint your location and pull you across vast spaces into the dream world. Thank goodness you're still alive, otherwise our self-exile would have become a joke..."

I feel like I'm a joke. I woke up one morning to find myself transformed from a rancher into a tyrant of the wilderness. Even in a novel, this would definitely lead to my demise! Can you guys explain what happened to me?

"I don't know. Since that force has the ability to control the memes we create using the 'Final Catastrophe,' then its power must be beyond imagination, and its intentions must be far beyond our comprehension."

Old Yorkson said worriedly, adjusting his top hat.

"Even if the priests of the Holy See have noticed your disappearance and are on high alert, they probably can't fight against the existence that banished you... He must have been afraid of the aura of the 'ultimate calamity' to take you away before you could..."

He continued with a serious expression, "So your top priority is to get back to Mineral Town as soon as possible! Use the aura of the 'Final Catastrophe' to buy time while we think of other ways..."

I want to go back too, boss, but I'm stranded on some godforsaken planet. Tell me, what's the way to get back?

Old Yorkson frowned and slowly said, "There is definitely a way back. If you can find a warp drive, you can cross the vast starry sky and return to Earth..."

Of course I know that! But where do I find a spaceship? Where can I find star charts and navigation? I can't just rely on rolling dice to find my way back by luck, can I?

"There's another way. You can first take a spaceship from an interstellar merchant fleet to the nearest stargate. These controllable wormholes can take you back to the star sector where Earth is located, and then you can take a fixed-route spaceship back to Earth."

This method is great, as simple as taking the bus. But I landed in a desert, and they're still fighting with sticks and doing business on camels! With this level of technology, where am I supposed to find interstellar traders?! You expect me to find bus 837 to Haidian District in the Taklamakan Desert?

"Hmm... then there's no other way... except..."

So if your methods are all unreliable, don't make it sound so easy...

Wait a minute, unless what?! Just tell me already, don't keep me in suspense! What exactly are you 'unless'?!

Old Yorkson sighed helplessly and said, "Unless we use the spatial anchoring technique of the 'Final Catastrophe' and combine it with the dream magic of Hook and me to teleport your physical body back through the Dream Gate..."

Why didn't you say there was another way?

Experienced driver, please take me with you!

Chapter 390 Probability Problem

Is it really that easy to go back? Are you sure you're not kidding me? Is this really, really, really okay?

Old Yorkson nodded solemnly and explained, "As you know, Little Hook and I's practice and understanding of dream manipulation and supernatural knowledge actually come from decades of fighting against the 'Final Calamity.' Techniques such as memes, holy seals, and dream entry all have special origins..."

"After the two of us old folks took over the body of the interstellar vampire, we successfully used a warp jump to take away the anchor point of the 'final calamity' at the foot of Mount Mads, resolving the long-standing crisis in the town. But in the process, we also encountered some material difficulties."

"This twisted creature's body is extremely bizarre, and it possesses an inexplicable and mysterious power. Therefore, we channeled our research efforts on dream manipulation into the study of the interstellar vampire's true form..."

Studying that giant meatball in outer space? You guys really have a lot of leisure time.

"Just like when you were born, you had to learn to move your hands and feet, and make sounds to cry and laugh. There's nothing surprising about it. Compared to when humans are born, they come from the warm womb to the cold world, where their noses smell irritating odors, their eyes are stung by light, and their ears are filled with unbearable noise. Our situation is not so bad."

That makes some sense, but your description sounds a bit strange. Isn't there a way to describe something that's completely unconventional?

"...I can never understand your line of thinking. In short, during this time, after we gained a deeper understanding of the mysterious abilities of the interstellar vampires, we found that we had also made further progress in our use of this body, until we faintly sensed the 'ultimate calamity' murmuring in its slumber."

"At first, we thought that our own actions had caused the 'final calamity' to awaken prematurely from its dormant state, emitting distorted fluctuations that were about to accelerate its invasion of this world. In a panic, we desperately sped away from Earth, witnessing countless cosmic wonders along the way, and even confronting the creation and destruction of the vast universe during our wanderings..."

Although he spoke in a high-sounding manner, I always felt that this old man was very bad and that everything he did was for personal gain.

He initially summoned this interstellar vampire to prolong his own dying life. However, due to insufficient power and being betrayed by his teammates, he was nearly assimilated by the vampire's savage consciousness. Later, the two of them joined forces and successfully possessed this body, like a reborn, powerful being emerging from a hidden realm. From then on, the entire plan seemed increasingly suspicious…

Could this have been planned by him?

"I don't deny that there was an element of my planning involved, but it was also 50/50 due to chance."

Old Yorkson showed no resentment at being slandered, calmly explaining his actions. But the next moment, he slapped himself hard across the face, the sound echoing through the sky!

"That old bastard is still as shameless as ever! You brat, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Sure enough, when the old man looked up the next moment, his face had turned back into that contemptuous and mocking expression.

Hey, old man Hook, your transformation method isn't very cool. Look how elegant his movements are.

"Hey, being able to slap him every time I switch personalities is better than anything else!" Old Man Hook looked at me smugly and waved his hand to indicate his victory.

...If it weren't for the handprint on your face, I would have believed your lies.

"Tch, what do you know... Never mind, let me continue. Whatever the old liar's intentions were, after a period of probing, we discovered that the 'Ultimate Calamity' hadn't awakened at all—the clear fluctuations we felt were due to the damned spatial abilities of the interstellar vampires! After continuing to escape for a while, we confirmed one thing!"

What was confirmed?