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

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When I found the bald man, he was indeed standing in an open space, staring blankly at the sky, surrounded by a group of people respectfully guarding him.

Further out, there was another group of one or two thousand onlookers, surrounding the bald man's position and looking at their leader in the center with utmost reverence.

When I tried to get closer, I was immediately blocked by his guards.

At first I tried to call out to him, but I found that my voice was completely drowned out by the fanatical believers next to me.

They were like professional fans outside the airport, crying, hoarse, hysterical, and with "professional" written all over their faces. They were paid to do their job, and like me, they wanted to get close to the bald man, but they were all stopped by the security team.

The expressionless guards formed a human wall, their expressions no less fervent than those of crazed fans, as they tried to calmly persuade those who approached: "Don't push any further! Master Sada is meditating! This place needs quiet!"

I was surrounded by guards in front of me and rabid fans behind me, instantly finding myself in an awkward situation with men on either side of me. I had no choice but to loudly explain to him, "Please! Let me through! I know that guy! You can ask him if you don't believe me!"

The guards replied expressionlessly, "Okay, I understand... but your tactic is too old-fashioned. At least a hundred people say the same thing every day—look, listen to the reasons given by the people over there, aren't they more novel?"

I listened intently and, sure enough, I heard an old man, who looked like Skywalker, shouting, "I'm your father! I'm your father!"

Another scholar, clearly delirious from fever, shouted, "Lord Shafulin appeared to me in a dream yesterday! He said you are my heavenly brother and I am his heavenly younger brother; we are brothers from different fathers and mothers!"

Another man, completely shameless, and a woman with a loud voice (perhaps from eating rubber shoes), were shouting, "I'm pregnant with your child! You have to take responsibility for me! I'll have your baby!"

The guards gave me a cold look and said, "Ever since everyone heard that Lord Sada is looking for someone, a large group of people have been trying to deceive us and get close. We conservatively estimate that every day, Master Sada conjures up dozens of parents, hundreds of relatives, and thousands of friends and acquaintances out of thin air. Do you think I'll let you in?"

...This rate of reproduction by the parents is something Batman would be ecstatic about.

After glancing at me, the guard, who had been so businesslike just moments before, suddenly chuckled, "Oh, I didn't realize you were so well-informed. How did you know the mentor was looking for someone with armor?"

Damn it! This guy was clearly looking for me!

But compared to these shameless guys around me, my methods are indeed too low-level. It's like an ordinary person locked up in a mental hospital. No matter how much they shout that I'm not crazy, they can't change the situation.

To prove my identity, I have no choice but to reveal it.

Suddenly, I roared and screamed indignantly, abruptly activating my charging mode, instantly shoving aside the people crammed together around me, clearing a blank area in the chaotic scene where people were sprawled out.

"Stop him!"

The guards discovered the commotion and saw a man break through the human wall and charge towards the bald man with unstoppable momentum, followed by a group of treacherous wild relatives. The scene was on the verge of getting out of control.

More guards swarmed forward, trying to stop me. But in charged mode, no one on the field could stop me in the slightest. It was like an unstoppable quarterback dribbling into the opponent's end zone, about to deliver a spectacular touchdown!

The guards panicked and tried to call in more men to stop my advance, but in the end, they could only watch helplessly as I drew near to their mentor, and then…

He accidentally slapped the bald man, sending him flying. The man lay motionless on the ground.

"Attack! It's an attack! Avenge our mentor!"

The entire place suddenly fell silent. Both the guardians and the pilgrims erupted in a frenzy. A sense of despair instantly infected everyone, finally triggering an even more violent riot, with my location as the target.

Oops, I used too much force...

Is the bald guy really going to die like this?

Looking at the surging crowd around me, I realized that I was like a lone boat in a stormy sea. Faced with an overwhelming number of people, my individual existence was so insignificant.

At that moment, I suddenly understood what Krio meant by the scene of unidentified attackers sweeping across the mountains and fields to attack the Giant River tribe's stronghold. It was so shocking and despairing.

This is bad, we should run!

If all those people were converted into pork, they could crush me; facing the challenge head-on would be unwise.

The guards nearby quickly helped the bald man up from the ground, excitedly shouting, "Mentor Sada! Mentor, are you alright?!"

I was leading a group of pursuers on a stroll through the open space of the space launch site, narrowly evading their capture, hoping the bald man would wake up soon and prove my identity.

But after the bald man was helped up, his first words were: "Ouch...it hurts so much..."

The second question is: "Who am I? Where am I? What's for dinner tonight?"

Wake up! The Qing Dynasty is over! The Emperor has already surrendered!

"Damn it, come to my rescue!" I shouted as I ran ahead towards the bald man's location.

The guards behind him were still cursing, "Damn murderer! You're a shameless murderer, how dare you disrespect the lord after the attack! Die!"

But to my surprise, the bald man in the distance, upon hearing my voice, suddenly snapped out of his daze and shouted excitedly, "That voice... is it Lord Shafulin?! Everyone stop! This is Lord Shafulin's true apostle!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the pursuers stopped immediately, and everyone in the room turned their gazes to me. Their eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions, including admiration, anticipation, shock, and fear. They stood there, staring at each other in disbelief.

At that moment, a jumble of voices echoed in my mind: "The three-year term is over, the Dragon King has returned, and I will no longer endure," "My identity must not be revealed unless absolutely necessary," "Rebellion! The Su family's son-in-law dares to betray his master," "The four great families can be wiped out with a flick of the finger," and so on. It seemed as if a thousand words were lingering on my lips, ready to burst forth...

But in the end, all the words can be summed up in a Nike logo smile.

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"Sir! You've finally arrived!" the bald man said to me excitedly.

I said with a dissatisfaction, "What do you mean 'big'? What do you mean 'person'? When you were acting like a local tyrant here, did you even have any respect for me as an adult? When you were putting on airs and making a fool of me, did you have any sense of collective honor?"

I got angrier and angrier, and slammed my hand on the table. "You're on this month's rush list. Go collect your peanuts!"

The bald man shuddered upon hearing this and quickly explained, "This isn't my fault, sir..."

I raised an eyebrow: "If it's not your fault, then it's mine? Your crime is compounded; go out and be shot for three minutes!"

The bald man stammered, "No...no...it's not what I meant..."

My eyes flashed with a fierce light: "You still dare to deny the charges? Do you know that's called resisting the organization! Comrade Yu Maofu said that the potatoes in Siberia are ripe. Go there and reflect on your actions. Don't come back until the dogs in the Pixiang Palace have finished eating the mountain of noodles and the chickens have finished eating the mountain of rice!"

After venting my anger for half a day, I finally started listening to his explanation, and through the bald man's fragmented description, I learned what had happened to him.

After leaving the Oasis Trade Zone, the bald man did indeed take the wrong map and ran in the opposite direction into the desert.

Fortunately, he encountered a caravan leaving the Oasis Trading District, and they kindly took him for most of the journey until he was kicked out of the caravan and wandered alone.

The reason he was kicked out was not because the bald man was cheating or violating discipline, but because he gradually became abnormal on the way.

The bald man said that he heard all of this from his fellow caravan members, but he himself had no memory of it.

For example, at first, he would sleepwalk in the early morning, running alone to the wilderness to stare at the starry sky, his eyes vacant for two or three hours, until the person on night watch found him, and the bald man would wake up from his dream.

Later, his trances became more and more frequent. He was in an unstable trance state from morning to night, often writing symbols on the ground that no one could decipher, and constantly chanting obscure and incomprehensible language, as if trying to communicate with unseen beings.

Later, he began to spout inexplicable theories to everyone he met, including knowledge of astronomy, legislation, religion, and philosophy from unknown galaxies. His rapid-fire narration was interspersed with strange words that even he himself didn't understand.

The final straw that led to their expulsion from the caravan was the caravan leader's sudden discovery that an unknown faith had taken hold among his men. This faith could often be triggered into fanaticism with just a glance or a short phrase, after which the followers would retreat to their burrows like rats, becoming extremely wary and refusing to speak to each other again.

The source of all these strange phenomena is the increasingly eccentric bald man.

The most insane time, it's said, was when he wore a cooking pot on his head all day and refused to take it off, constantly claiming that a huge malice from the depths of the universe had been targeting him and was feeding his head all sorts of mind-numbing knowledge, trying to crush his sanity with the terror of the stars...

Wait a minute! You look perfectly normal right now!

I quickly pointed out the flaws in his statement. This guy talks such mysterious stuff, but when we met, he was just as clueless as ever, completely unchanged.

The bald man smiled wryly, "Sir, I'm not entirely sure what happened myself. The situation worsened ever since I left the Oasis Trade Zone, but after arriving on this land, I found myself recovering a lot, and that strange sound gradually weakened..."

I immediately showed an envious expression: "Then it seems your illness isn't too serious. If you follow the doctor's orders and take your medicine, there's still hope."

Oh, it's nothing serious. I've had this disease for a long time!

I pointed to my head: "My situation is much more serious than yours! Every day, my head is filled with bizarre images and sounds. Recently, there's been this guy who calls himself Urenji, a general practitioner who speaks Han, Manchu, Mongolian, Hui, Miao, Zhuang, Yi, and Bai languages, trying to feed me a 'leg-stretching and eye-staring pill.' It's terrifying..."

The bald man looked at me with a mysterious expression and asked in a low voice, "Sir... is this the price for gaining power?"

I nodded: "Yes, this is your fate; you will eventually go bald."

The bald man's expression instantly changed from mysterious to constipated.

He sighed, scratched his head, and said, "Sir, when I was almost driven mad by this, I relied on silently reciting the scriptures you taught me to fight it off. Only in this way could I alleviate some of the pain."

Then the bald man told an even more amazing story.

Even now, he still occasionally falls into a daze, lost in thought, hearing voices from beyond the heavens, but these voices have become more regular and steady. When he nearly succumbed to madness and finally wandered to the northern grasslands, he suddenly awakened a strange ability.

When certain scriptures were recited, his words were regarded as gospel by the audience. It was for this reason that when he witnessed the tragic scene of starving people in small tribes, he couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you resist?" These starving people actually caught up with the grain requisition team, attacked the fully armed troops with their bare hands, and fired the first shot in the resistance against oppression.

"Are you inspired right now? Say something and let me hear it?" I asked curiously.

The bald man nodded, closed his eyes and sensed for a long time, finally saying with a bitter face, "I could still hear the meeting with the spaceship visitors, but after you bumped into me, I can't hear anything at all..."

"Spaceship...yes, why didn't you leave the spaceship behind!"

Speaking of the spaceship, I get so angry. If I had left the spaceship behind, wouldn't I have been able to find a way back?

Such a great opportunity was wasted by this activation, it made me so angry that I suddenly had a seizure!

But the bald man quickly said, "Sir, it's not that I don't remember your instructions, but these people are very dangerous!"

He gestured wildly, saying, "Those people claim to be a fleet from the Star Alliance, here to investigate the rumored 'Ancient' threat. They accuse you of being the mastermind behind the universe's pollution, a demon devouring civilizations, and a wanted cosmic criminal who will be utterly destroyed with interstellar weapons once discovered!"

After hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine and quickly asked, "So what was your answer?"

The bald man smiled slyly: "I told them there was no 'ancient' threat, that these words must be a frame-up by those space pirates, and asked them to find out the truth. Then they left in a daze, leaving behind a bunch of equipment to support our glorious resistance!"

Chapter 518 Summer Offensive and the Great Production Movement

In a room with the door tightly closed.

The believers might have thought some mysterious ritual was taking place inside, but in reality, it was just the two of us staring at each other in bewilderment.

Inside the command post of this space launch site, there were only the bald man and I, and a silent atmosphere filled the air. The old furnishings highlighted the vicissitudes of time, and the unnatural sun marks left by the empty house also quietly demonstrated their existence.

It's hard to imagine that in the past, countless researchers frequented the site where advanced spacecraft were launched, but now only two strategists remain, pondering how to fill their stomachs, and a group of tribal people carrying primitive weapons.

Suddenly, the bald man's face gradually fell into a blank expression, his thoughts seemed to be drawn by something, and his soul was transcending this fragile body, preparing to be cast into the unknown void.

He lowered his head, and suddenly a pale yellow light emanated from his body. Thousands of thread-like rays of light moved and illuminated the space, and a chanting voice, seemingly from beyond the heavens, arose without warning.

These voices are magnanimous and compassionate. Even those who do not understand the meaning of the language can hear the profound meaning in the compassionate tone. And it is these voices that guide the listeners to think, reflect, and ponder, until they cannot help but shed tears.

This is the third time this has happened in a short period of time.

Through the bright yellow light behind the bald man, I could clearly see a very faint, slender figure wearing a spiky crown of light and wrapped in a tattered yellow robe.

Although its hidden head lacked facial features, subtle movements could be seen in the mouth area, perfectly matching the rhythm of the bald man's muttering...

"It's like a persistent ghost..."

I raised my hand, revealing the old bronze ring on my palm once again.

The light emanating from the bald man was suddenly absorbed and pulled away, disappearing entirely into the bronze ring and transforming into a faint, almost imperceptible luster.

After the strange light disappeared into the space, the bald man shook his head, suddenly coming to his senses, and looked at me with innocent eyes: "Sir, what just happened? Did I do something strange again?"