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

However, knowing the truth of the matter, I felt nothing but disdain. While Shining World is indeed incredibly successful in the medical and pharmaceutical fields, its developed drugs are synonymous with high efficacy and safety even in interstellar space.

However, the treatment for that mental illness relied on a quantum brainwave communication device, which is said to be able to clear disordered electromagnetic waves in the brain, erase the brainwave segments that represent depression, and replace them with normal waves that are recorded by the system.

During the 61-day treatment, the patient appeared to gradually recover, successfully passing the Rorschach inkblot test, and his past extreme self-harming behaviors were effectively controlled. However, when the expert evaluation team intervened, an expert named Marcus discovered that the patient's normal brainwaves were actually multiple normal electrical waves entangled together, frequently exhibiting irregular disturbances, as if a primordial soul was unwilling to die and continued to haunt the body…

My father told me that after this person was discharged from the hospital, he developed a rare "time-space dislocation syndrome," and would often try to push open doors that did not exist on the walls, rummage through empty wardrobes, and avoid unseen enemies.

The patient also claimed that he heard noises from the depths of the universe during the surgery, as if countless people were trying to crawl into his brain, which had been erased of its memories and was now a blank slate, and to take over his body.

In one drunken episode, he claimed that he was one of them, and the fastest one at that…

Such unethical surgeries are commonplace in the dazzling city. If a poor person falls ill and cannot afford expenses beyond public healthcare, charitable organizations will approach them and invite them to join "free clinical medical trials" to enjoy "comprehensive medical care" whose contents are unclear to anyone.

However, after this period of practice, although I don't understand medicine, I know how to make good use of this trend of thought...

"Fellow residents, please hear me out!"

I pushed through the crowd, climbed onto a table, and addressed the townspeople in the area, “I deeply sympathize with your plight. Tribal attacks are not only a scourge on you, but also a common enemy of the civilized world! Someone must stand up and stop this!”

I pointed passionately into the darkness outside, “Escape is a panacea for solving problems, but it can’t undo any losses, nor can it bring back the justice and fairness we deserve! We, the Free Trade Zone, are here today to deal with the attacks by the barbaric tribes! We are here for the justice of millions of people!”

But a discordant voice emerged from the audience, expressing the residents' true feelings: "Guests from afar, how could your weak forces possibly deal with the wildfire-like tribesmen?"

I glanced at the source of the sound and saw a young man holding a gun, looking at me with a suspicious gaze.

I smiled slightly and casually said to him, "Good question. By the way, did you drive away the terrifying tribal attackers with the gun in your hand, or did you survive by running fast?"

He seemed offended and said, "I personally killed three attackers this time!"

I suddenly glared at him fiercely and exclaimed, "Very good, very spirited!"

Then, an aura resembling that of a wild beast erupted from his body, startling the young man so much that he jumped back.

"Why...why are you shouting so loudly!"

I casually replied, "If you have a problem, go talk to the property management!"

...No, now is not the time for Emperor Sun to broadcast his imperial edict.

I suppressed the dissent single-handedly to reopen their wounds and wake them from their illusion of peace.

"This attack was not an accident, did you know? A fierce war is currently raging within the tribe. The victor will obtain miraculous crop seeds, multiply their population to countless numbers, and sweep across this grassland and even the desert!"

I pointed at the troops outside: "Why did I lead dozens of men on this long march? It was to carry out Lord Shafulin's orders and reverse the bloody future he foresaw! And what are you doing here? Trying to run away at this crucial moment?"

I sneered at the opportune moment, “Look at what you’ve done. If you retreat one mile today, you’ll retreat five miles tomorrow, and you’ll be in retreat every day. If you lose one person today, you’ll lose five tomorrow, and you’ll be fleeing in disarray every day! In the end, you’ll find that no matter how far you run or how many people die, you won’t be able to buy yourself a single day of peace!”

I jumped off the table, raised my right gauntlet, and then slammed my fist into the hard wooden table where I had just been standing, shattering it into pieces!

"You'll find that even with the vastness of the Miam Desert, there's no longer room for a peaceful dining table!"

After I finished speaking, I took a breath and walked up to the young man who had been holding the gun. I found that his eyes were bloodshot, his hands were clenched tightly, and his eyes were unconsciously filled with tears. He gritted his teeth and did not make a sound, staring at me angrily.

“His parents died in the attack,” Sinclair whispered, stepping in front of me to prevent the young man from acting irrationally.

Young man, did your whole family just watch Zorro yesterday?

In response to his anger and pain, I simply patted him on the shoulder, tossed the dagger from my waist into his arms, and then walked out of the fortifications.

I've already planted the seed of hatred; I refuse to believe this place won't be consumed by it.

From the moment the old mayor Qu Yimou died, the townspeople were filled with the fury of revenge. However, the order from the administrative system was to relocate them all.

Even with a hawkish acting mayor like Sinclair elected, they are still subject to various restrictions, only able to pick up guns after near-massacres and pretend to be strong-willed.

If they were to abandon their hatred, forsake their homes, and forfeit their honor to leave this place, then their last remaining convictions would be negated...

This is definitely not the situation they want.

I hold the old mayor in high regard; after all, the act of entering enemy territory unarmed to secure peace is not something a coward would do. His choice was his last chance to save the town, making him a hero.

Unfortunately, towns like Delvas and similar places are always too well protected by a few heroes, leaving the ignorant masses behind them clueless about how to face the storms of life.

"Burn, rage... I'm waiting for you to show your strength, let me see how many heroes are left here..."

Chapter 500 Explosive Barrel

After returning to the 460 Legion's camp, I summoned Lion and Old Six and had them lead the legion to stay in the town on standby.

"Sir, what you're doing is too dangerous! Are we slowing you down?"

Zero Lion seemed to have gone berserk again, jumping in front of me and exclaiming in shock before picking up a weapon and starting to brandish it.

"My lord! I'm good at fighting! Look how powerful my machete is! I can even do burpees while wearing armor! And push-ups! Look at my push-ups! Oh, and I can even swim on land fully armed! Don't abandon us!"

This guy's getting sicker and sicker, maybe we should fire him?

I snatched the barbarian machete from his hand, demonstrated what it meant to be able to do anything, and then held the knife to his neck, sincerely explaining the reason.

"Don't make wild guesses. Although you two are indeed weak and clueless about food, lazy in training but enthusiastic about eating, prone to daydreaming and not doing anything productive, and good for nothing but eating everything, seriously slowing down my pace, that's not the main reason... Hey, why are you two crying! I didn't blame you!"

Gray popped out from the side and said quietly, "Boss, you just rubbed salt into his wound, added some cumin, and put it on the fire. It's nothing."

I nodded: "That's good. By the way, I want it mildly spicy without scallions... Ugh, just talking about it makes me hungry! Now let's get down to business. This decision is mainly due to my own poor judgment."

To their astonishment, I drew a simple map on the ground with my knife. "I thought that with the quality of the legion, we could handle the long march, but it turns out I was too naive. We're not even halfway there yet, but the morale of the troops is already waning, and their bodies are too exhausted to keep up with my pace."

It's not as good as the team I remember...

Gray stroked his chin and said, "Indeed, this problem is quite serious right now. Even if we manage to reach our destination by marching at full speed, we will lose our fighting capacity. Just this time, if we happen to run into the tribal raiders attacking the town of Delvas, we will probably suffer casualties."

Gray's lack of understanding of the armor's protective capabilities makes his pessimistic view of its combat effectiveness understandable.

However, my pessimism stems from the fact that this process is slow and inefficient. I don't know when we will be able to rescue the jays, nor do I know when we will be able to establish a foothold on this grassland and find a spatial anchor point...

Therefore, I need several stable springboards as transit points from the free trade zone to the tribal center! The Cedar Clan is one, Wolf Fang Lake can also be established, and Delvas Town, which is over the mountain, is an essential location in the plan.

As long as I maintain stable control of this springboard, I can quickly occupy this area through both military force and trade!

"You are here with your men to help defend this town! From now on, this place will be a transit point between the trade zone and the grasslands, and there can be no mishaps. Until the Reverse Lightning Legion sends reinforcements to relieve you, you must all hold this place!"

Upon hearing this, the sixth brother suddenly seemed to understand something and whispered, "Sir, do you mean... an exchange of benefits?"

I smiled slightly: "Very good, very insightful! It's all about exchanging benefits! In the coming days, some or even all of the people in the town will stay, and you will stay put to assist in the defense, receiving supplies in return! They are short of weapons and will definitely be happy to see us. Gradually, we will be able to legally establish a presence here!"

Zero Lion scratched his head and asked, "Sir, how do you know they'll stay here? What if they really abandon the base and leave?"

I slammed my hand on the wall: "Then you'll officially move in here and turn Delvas Town into our territory! There might be some problems with food then... but if tribal raiders can get food, so can you! The difference is that tribes raid others, but you raid tribes! You must occupy the moral high ground!"

As I gazed at the town in the fading night, I imagined how it had been a brightly lit paradise just a few days ago, but now only rubble, withered grass, and countless wronged souls remained. Even the chirping of insects in my ears became muffled and indistinct.

Suddenly, several unusually dim lights shone brightly in the center of the town. They were hoisted up high, swaying precariously. Due to unstable voltage, the brightness of the lights fluctuated, but they were particularly eye-catching in this dark wilderness.

My eyesight is good in the dark, and I can see an incandescent light bulb hanging on the roof of a second-floor building. Wild moths and beetles, having finally seen light again after a long time, flocked to the light source, crashing and splattering against it, even at the cost of their heads bleeding.

A familiar-looking young man stood on the roof of the attic, waving an insect net to drive away flying insects, silently guarding the last light.

This is undoubtedly the light of Delvas, a symbol of the town's will shining brightly once again!

Acting Mayor Sinclair, his face weathered by the elements, came out and, with a serious expression, said to me with particular solemnity, “Sir, what you just said is very insightful. We will suggest to the rescue team that, after the wounded are evacuated, healthy residents remain to continue guarding this place.”

At this point, a wry smile appeared on his face: "These young lads are unwilling to put down their guns and are even clamoring to form a town militia... You've really gotten me into big trouble!"

I laughed and explained to the acting mayor, "This is your opportunity, a mutually beneficial choice. I will leave behind my most elite men to assist in defending the town and help you train your militia."

Sinclair raised an eyebrow and said, "You really want to stay? There's no strategic value here anymore. Thanks to you for fixing the radio, I just learned through the radio that towns on the edge of the desert have been attacked to varying degrees by tribes, and now all the forces have raised their strategic threat level to the highest..."

"What?!" I was shocked to hear this. "The entire edge of the desert? How big is that?!"

Sinclair nodded gravely and said, “That’s right, no one expected these barbarians to be so crazy. But the danger isn’t in the tribes, but in these angered forces… Everyone has sent people to scout the situation. Once a counterattack is launched, the flames of war will spread throughout the entire Blue Hermit Crab Grassland, and then the situation will be difficult to control.”

I gasped. If what he said was true, even if the Brownpool tribe survived the tribal war, they would soon face extermination and retaliation from various forces.

Tribes with lower levels of civilization may have an advantage in numbers and courage, but they are far from being as cold-blooded as highly civilized nations.

It can be said that the civilizations of the marginal world, forged through war, inevitably put their intelligence into how to slaughter their own kind more efficiently and cruelly.

"How many factions have been attacked so far?" I asked.

Sinclair replied, "Besides the Aim Human Federation, the Tesienya and Andenavato factions' strongholds were also attacked, but these were relatively minor. What's particularly dangerous are the two supply depots' space outposts that were attacked, which could very well trigger an orbital strike... Oh, and the Broken Empire's tax collection team was also attacked, with the leader issuing a full-band broadcast threatening the most brutal retaliation!"

This is outrageous! What are these people in the tribe doing? Do they really think people don't want to step on cockroaches because they're afraid of them? When did this place become a powder keg like the Balkans?

"Understood. Delvas, go ahead and defend your homes. I will do everything I can to help you."

I nodded and turned to leave.

Sinclair asked in surprise, "You weren't planning to stay?"

I waved my hand behind me and said loudly, "You guys deal with the crisis properly. I usually choose to deal with the person who created the crisis."

Chapter 501 The Ghost Writer is Cao Cao

Scattered across a vast plain are countless tent campsites. Under the expansive sky and earth, the people and tents, like ants and anthills, are randomly dotted in the beautiful landscape, showcasing a magnificent and expansive grassland scene.

In this vast and endless plain, a tall mountain suddenly rises.

This mountain is like a giant tree rising from the ground, supporting the endless sky as if it were touching the earth.

From a distance, this mountain appears as a solitary peak rising from the plains, towering into the clouds with imposing grandeur.

However, upon closer inspection, one will discover that this mountain has two main peaks, connected by a ring-shaped ridge that encircles a beautiful alpine meadow.

Even at midday in the sweltering heat at the foot of the mountain, the pale blue base of the mountain is pleasing to the eye when viewed from afar, while the snow-capped peaks seem to hover in the air. The ethereal clouds that often extend below the snow line enhance this illusion of fluttering ribbons, making it seem as if one can hear the majestic sound of the wind and snow howling from the mountaintop across a vast distance.

When gazing intently at this magnificent and profound snow-capped mountain, one can often feel its inherent power, a burning, restless primal vitality.

This mountain is the sacred place of the tribe, the blessing of the ancient ancestors, and the roof of the endless grasslands—Mount Corilo!

I could see the mountain from afar, and the closer I got, the more I could feel the imposing presence of Mount Corillo, which made my breath catch in my throat. I couldn't help but exclaim to Gray behind me.

"Gilfred, do you think we'd be rich if we got a contract to build a sightseeing elevator to the top of the mountain or to tile the mountainside?"

Gray, leading a group of savages dressed in tribal attire, walked behind me and said, "Boss, I think we can make a fortune shoveling snow on the mountaintop."

"...Manager Ge, I, Wang Duoyu, will give up the snow removal project. It's not easy to find such a stupid outsourcing team, and I don't want to go up there and become a snowman myself."

Moribo, the former chief hero of the Cedar Clan, looked at Mount Corilo with longing. His usually unruly demeanor was unusually serious. "Chieftain, this mountain is truly breathtaking..."

Gray exclaimed in surprise, "Senbo, you can actually express your feelings? I thought you were only interested in fighting!"

Senbo chuckled, scratched his head without saying a word, then suddenly picked up his spiked club and looked around warily.

Sure enough, not long after, a series of urgent shouts rang out, and a group of tribal attackers dressed in wooden armor, fully prepared for battle, surrounded us from all sides.