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

Your guess is correct.

At this moment, the voice became steady and aged, and sure enough, when he looked up, it was another old bastard, Yorkson.

Hey! I'm warning you, stop reading my memories, or I'll unleash my Reincarnation Drill and spray you to death with my otherworldly mouth!

"Ahem... Marcus, the time travel experiment was going very smoothly. We even located Mineral Town and were about to steal the power of the 'Final Catastrophe' to send you back. However, the leaked aura of the 'Final Catastrophe' attracted the attention of some equally terrifying beings..."

Old Yorkson adjusted his collar, as if an invisible pressure had locked his throat, giving him the illusion of suffocation.

"That enormous black object that streaked across the sky instantly altered our set teleportation location, locking it in this parallel world..."

I frowned and asked, "I only have one question—can I go back?"

Old Yorkson said helplessly, "Time and space are already anchored in that world. You can neither go back to the wasteland planet nor back to Mineral Town... When you wake up from the dream world, you will still appear in the same spot... Our unintentional overstepping of boundaries may have led us into some indescribable conspiracy..."

Chapter 419 The War of the World (Part 8)

In this dark and chaotic world, the dark green pollution leaking from the bottom of the ocean has spread across half the Earth, instantly turning the vibrant planet into a grotesque scene. From space, one can see that, centered on Mount Maders, dark green toxic gas is erupting from the atmosphere like boiling water, forming a towering column of smoke visible even from satellite orbit.

At the heart of all this chaos, Mr. Rhodes stared at what was before him, his face ashen, his figure like a flickering candle in the wind, unable to believe what he had just witnessed.

The young man who had followed him all the way to the mountaintop was unexpectedly shattered into dust by even the phosphorescent star crystal because he had inadvertently glanced at the giant eye at the bottom of the sea...

The shock was so intense that the approaching wooden biplane in the chaotic sky failed to rouse his attention. As the plane circled closer to Mount Mads, the air began to tremble, as if giant wings were flapping. A sudden gust of wind, stronger than any previous gust, swept in from the east, ripping off the hat from Albert Wilmas's corpse and violently twisting aside the still-dripping tree canopies.

As the plane made its final circle, a figure seized the moment when it passed the mountain peak and forcibly jumped out of the wooden biplane. He spread his arms and hugged the tree trunk at the top of the mountain, thus landing on the ground with great difficulty, avoiding the fate of falling off the cliff and being smashed to pieces like the unmanned plane.

When Rhodes looked up, he saw a huge, dark object sweeping across the top of Mount Mads, obscuring the inky black sky—something like invisible clouds of smoke flew eastward like a meteor, exploding into a shower of debris…

"Professor Rhodes, I've made it..."

The figure revealed its true form: a short-haired woman who scrambled down from the tree, but her face showed no fear or terror, remaining as calm as if she had just taken a sip of red tea.

Mr. Rhodes, inside the phosphorescent star crystal, recognized the person before him and said, "I'm just a visiting professor; there's no need to address me like that. Since you're here, has the school board approved my plan?"

The woman removed a box of unknown material from her person and said in a completely flat voice, "Yes, Professor Rhodes. Since you left the school to conduct your investigation, the school board has convened a meeting of all professors to discuss the issues you raised. Professor Henry Armitage, the librarian, fully supports this proposal, but most professors believe it is just a normal gamma-level event..."

Rhodes's expression was one of utter helplessness: "These people's self-righteous knowledge is as astonishing as their ignorance. Professor Armitage will surely know what I'm talking about... and then what?"

The short-haired woman nodded: "Professor Henry Armitage displayed an extremely firm stance on this matter, finally persuading the opposition to allow Professor Albert Wilmas to come as an envoy to resolve the issue. But it seems the professor's method..."

Rhodes glanced at it: "Even if we are on different sides, I have to commend his efforts—unfortunately, it all comes to naught when the scales are not equal."

The short-haired woman said, "The school board also has its own considerations. After all, every time force is used, there are huge costs and compromises to be made, and the University of Michigan cannot afford such risks."

Rhodes nodded: "I know that better than anyone, which is why we had to activate the highest level of contingency plan immediately to prevent the situation from getting out of control. Did you bring the things?"

The short-haired woman placed the box of unknown material on the ground and said earnestly, "This is the highest-ranking device in the series of unidentified weapon manuscript development projects that you led. I was also responsible for its design and manufacture this time, so I will be the one to operate it."

Rhodes nodded with satisfaction within the phosphorescent star crystal: "I was in charge of your graduation internship, and I remember you, Kate Winslop. Your technical talent is unlike anything I've ever seen. Now that the plan has gone smoothly, I'll be in charge from here on out..."

Short-haired Kate Winslop walked to the side expressionlessly and began assembling the parts in the box. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a whirlwind swirling around her...

"What are you doing? Let me see."

The faint specks of light flew out from an unknown corner of Mount Mades, converging into a firefly-like image, like a ethereal silhouette remaining in the crack of a lens, appearing out of thin air before them.

In this desolate scene, I returned to this parallel world and stepped onto the site of my death, where my soul had just departed.

"Marcus! You weren't just..."

Mr. Rhodes' voice was filled with shock, "How did you escape from the state of quantum collapse? The probability cloud collapsed into a real electron, how did you restore it to its original state?"

But Kate Winthrop, standing beside him, spoke up to remind him, "Professor Rhodes, you'd better look more closely. The person in front of you isn't in the same quantum ghost state as you; he's a living, breathing person."

I moved my hands and feet and felt a long-lost sense of physical coordination. What made me even more relaxed was the bizarre mental pollution playing on a loop in my mind, and the gleaming gear logo in my field of vision.

“Mr. Rhodes, she’s right. I, Marcus, have been resurrected after using a resurrection coin!”

Mr. Rhodes looked at me for a long time, but in the end he didn't press the matter further—the situation before him was a thousand times more urgent than these trivial reasons, so he just gave me a serious look and said.

“Marcus, you’d better leave here immediately for your safety. Without the Quantum Ghost state, too many things can kill you.”

I said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I just died once and came back to life! According to the rules, as a super-human, my combat power is more than ten times what it was before. This little thing can't do anything to me!"

Kate Winthrop, watching me spout nonsense, perhaps somewhat displeased that I had ignored Mr. Rhodes's good intentions, said, "Sir, this place will soon become the epicenter of the mutation. Without protection, harm is unavoidable. I hope you will heed my advice..."

"Ahem, ma'am," I said, deliberately slowing my tone in displeasure, "there's a saying among the ancients: 'I agree with your opinion, but I will swear to deny you the right to speak.' So please shut up."

“You…” Kate Winslop was about to retort with dissatisfaction, but Mr. Rhodes stopped her with a light, casual remark.

“Kate Winthrop, I believe that no one here is a coincidence, nor is there anyone who can be resurrected by luck—and resurrected twice.”

He gave me a meaningful look, then finally turned his gaze to the center of the chaotic world, pointing to a terrifying abyssal eye that peered at Earth from the depths of another space that emerged from the seabed.

"Let's continue assembling the equipment..."

"Let the anchor of reality show its power..."

Chapter 420 The War of the World (Part 9)

Thick, dark green fog seeped out from the cracks beneath the earth's surface, as if the filth of the earth, brewing for hundreds of millions of years beneath the mantle, was being unleashed without restraint. Nauseating bubbles rose from the rock crevices and muddy gullies, violently reacting with the air, preparing for the arrival of the ultimate being.

Fortunately, by then all my cheats were online, and I was no longer as lost and confused as before.

"Old man, tell me quickly what this is..."

I asked the old man who always carried his own luggage, and soon Old Man Hook's exasperated voice reached my mind.

"You brat, you'd better be polite. We're trying to help you analyze the situation! Fine... I'm too lazy to get angry with you! The green aura that's emanating from here isn't from this world; it's actually quite similar to the Dream Realm we're in. This should be part of the prison where the trapped Old God is held. He's trapped in a state of slumber and dreams, banished from the world just like the 'Final Calamity'!"

I said in surprise, "You mean this thing isn't trapped in this space below, but trapped in a dream? Is it like Mineral Town, where some fools like you foolishly attracted its attention?"

"If you slander us again, I'm leaving! I'll leave you to fend for yourself!"

"Please calm down, sir! The bastard I was talking about was old Yorkson!"

“How could such beings be trapped by ordinary soil or seawater! So-called spacetime is nothing but a fragile spider web to them. These beings must be hidden in the secret places of the multiverse, and just happened to find a breakthrough here! We have always suspected that Mount Madas has a special significance, but we only guessed it after witnessing the parallel world you came from... It's not just one Mount Madas, but possibly countless parallel worlds with thousands upon thousands of Mount Madas, forming a huge seal, banishing some terrifying ultimate beings from the material world... But this idea is too crazy, and I still dare not say it out loud... This is definitely not something that humans could do..."

Then I understand.

The anonymous captain's nautical journal in my hand is likely the culprit behind this incident. He inadvertently received the call of "Deepsea Explosion," and perhaps to satisfy his desire for wealth and power, he secretly continued to sacrifice sailors, ultimately attracting the attention of "Deepsea Explosion" in its slumber. It successfully anchored itself to this world and began its reality-distorting invasion, thus causing today's catastrophe…

Speaking of which, old Yorkson, you should also step forward and take the blame!

These guys are all so unpredictable! First "Final Catastrophe," then "Deepsea Cataclysm," are they going to bring out "End of the World: Crimson Lotus" and "Kaiser Ghidorah" next? Can't they just shut up for a second?!

“However, thanks to this invasion and the spread of similar dream media, I was able to contact you from within the dream world. Before, under the shield of the parallel space, we couldn’t find you at all,” Old Man Hook said.

I shook my head: "That's not all. My cheat system had even stopped working before, and my memories were incomplete. You guys actually managed to get me to ascend again, that's incredible! Honestly, is the Holy Grail in your hands?"

Old Man Hook was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and said to me, "Your return was carried out by that bastard Yorkson. He seems to have made contact with the mastermind behind it all, which is how he bridged the differences in rules between different worlds and maintained your legitimate existence in this world. That guy might have some ulterior motives..."

Suddenly, another aged voice came over, "Hook, don't speculate about me with your conspiracy theories. Marcus's existence in the parallel world has its own rationality and necessity. Similarly, his current situation is an inevitable result of cause and effect. Too many beings have laid their pawns here. We can only observe and then take reasonable action."

The symbiotic relationship between the two men led Old Yorkson to quickly sense that someone was speaking ill of him. He came out to offer a flimsy explanation but did not refute the suspicions against him.

He clumsily changed the subject: "The power of this world order is not weak. Look there if you don't believe me..."

…………

Kate Winthrop assembled a cylindrical, special machine on the ground and was rapidly adjusting it at an operating terminal, repeatedly tweaking the parameters.

Mr. Rhodes reminded me of the intense internal struggle, “Marcus, pick up Albert Wilmas’s walkie-talkie and broadcast to all surrounding frequencies: ‘Execute all plans immediately to buy time for the Reality Anchor.’”

I picked up the somewhat primitive walkie-talkie, adjusted its built-in antenna, and immediately heard intermittent voices that were being heavily interfered with.

"Position One... Deployment complete... Alpha contingency plan 80% complete... Unidentifiable items deployed... Full-band broadcast... Please respond..."

I barely made out the conversation; it was something like five hundred axemen were ready to give the other side a good beating at any moment, just waiting for Mr. Rhodes to smash his cup as a signal. Faced with this secret call, I expertly gave the code: "There's a mole. The deal is off!"

"……Who are you?"

Since the other party wasn't responding, I moved the walkie-talkie next to Mr. Rhodes so that his voice could be heard clearly and steadily.

"I am Rhodes, commence the operation."

The unique sound entered the walkie-talkie microphone, and instantly the other end heard the sound of the receiver hitting a hard object. Then the continuous broadcasting stopped immediately, leaving only a harsh hissing sound.

"Mr. Rhodes, I've wanted to ask this for a long time: your quantum ghost form can always talk and communicate with the outside world without any obstacles? Is this really scientific?"

Mr. Rhodes said, “Marcus, Miskatonic University’s research on forbidden knowledge and mystical races is unparalleled. This phosphorescent star crystal protecting me comes from alien creatures I discovered while investigating a strange incident at a reservoir. These creatures come from deep space, where the laws of nature are completely different. They roam among the stars, invading any ecosystem, mutating all life forms, and only leave after absorbing energy, leaving behind a deathly place that shines with a morbid hue.”

He reached out and tapped the crystal wall in front of him. "Phosphorescent star crystal is a protective structure in the metamorphosis of this kind of organism, similar to the cocoon of an insect. It can spontaneously protect the host's life, resist all external damage, and automatically adapt to the surrounding environment."

Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed from the distant sea. The moment the rumble reached the sea, the waves at the foot of the mountain began to churn terrifyingly, like a bubbling cauldron of hell, boiling up huge bubbles.

Against the backdrop of a dark green wall, something I can't describe slowly emerges from the seabed.

It was a filthy, bizarre, repulsive, deformed, and disgusting mixture, a decaying, ancient, and wretched shadow of a demon. Its rotten, pus-filled, unclean form, which should have been forever hidden by the merciful earth and sea, was now exposed nakedly on the surface of the earth.

Seeing me staring directly at the suddenly appearing, unclean figure, Mr. Rhodes quickly warned, "Marcus, stop looking directly at that thing! Have you forgotten the crisis we just faced?"

I felt those glass-like eyes turn towards me once more, casting an invisible spell that prevented me from closing my eyes. In an instant, my vision began to blur due to unimaginable malice, and I could only vaguely see the outline of that terrifying thing devouring my consciousness...

But this time, a bizarre melody with a strong rhythm suddenly rang in my chaotic mind, sweeping away the mental shock in my head.

"I can tell you're not human at first glance!"

Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha!

The Great Luo Mantra! The Prajna Buddhas!

"?Prajnaparamita! ?Damn!"

MC Fahai from the Grand Electronic Music Temple?!

I turned to look at Mr. Rhodes in despair and said, with tears welling up in my eyes.

"It's over. This time, even facing madness can't save me from this mental pollution!"

Chapter 421 The War of the Worlds (Part 10)

"...It's good that you're alright." Mr. Rhodes looked at me for a long time, but in the end he didn't ask me what had happened—maybe in his eyes, it was good that the person was still alive and hadn't gone crazy on the spot, and a little bit of mental instability was still acceptable.

But in the distance, a blurry shadow slowly appeared amidst this anomaly.

The monstrous shadow, blurry and distorted like something out of a dream, was composed of flickering, chaotic lines, pale lightning like static interference, and bloated, dark green poisonous mist. It reigned supreme over the turbulent sea, its feet treading on the rolling waves as it approached Mount Mades. The floodwaters instantly submerged most of the land, roaring along with countless twisted creatures from the water.

This symbolizes a distorted existence, arbitrarily altering or twisting its body, growing new limbs, shrinking back old ones, transforming into a swollen and obese object. It drips saliva and roars; though I cannot see clearly, underwater, it must be groping its gelatinous, green behemoth through the dark seabed fissures, like a stumbling, moving underwater mountain, entering this coveted world!

At this moment, both Mr. Rhodes and Kate Winslop were cautiously waiting for something. Unable to look directly at the "Deepsea Disaster," they could only judge by the changes in their surroundings, their expressions tense and silent.