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

Old Yorkson's wrinkled face looked particularly aged as he lowered his head and said, "Well, it could be hundreds of millions of years ago, or it could be only tens of millions of years ago—after all, this was a planet that had just begun to develop consciousness. She might have been dreaming of allowing the planet to freely multiply into magnificent species, but that dream was ultimately interrupted by ecological extinction caused by humans."

Looking at this desolate and barren place, I retorted in a low voice, "That's not right. Such colonization has happened countless times in the universe. Why haven't we encountered the same situation before?"

Old Man Hook suddenly took control of his body and roared, "That's because they weren't so unlucky! They ran into the Eye of Death! What's hanging in the sky isn't a satellite of this planet, but the 'Eye of Death'!"

The old man pointed to the sky and shouted, "The Eye of Death feeds on the primordial consciousness of planets. When it arrives at a planet, the planet's tides will be altered, volcanoes will erupt en masse, and massive storms, earthquakes, and tsunamis will follow. Even the entire star system will suffer a great catastrophe because of its arrival! A thousand years ago, when the cries of a planet's consciousness due to ecological extinction echoed throughout this star field, it had already attracted this ominous sign!"

……Understood!

No wonder the ecology group reported thousands of years ago that frequent geological and meteorological disasters were occurring on the planet!

So this pressure cooker should have been carried by that big eyeball in the sky!

At the time, bizarre astronomical phenomena drove the Atlas gravity group, which was adjusting gravity, crazy, while unusual subterranean creatures and cries from the Earth's core drove the Astra ecosystem group away.

Although the two groups had different experiences and methods, the human instinct for survival and the subconscious mind honed over millions of years of evolution told them that they had to stop the plan immediately! They had to leave this place as soon as possible!

It was this action that caused the planet's primitive creatures to hide underground, and also calmed the planet's consciousness, which was grieving the loss of its beloved child, thus pausing the descent of the doomed star and temporarily averting imminent destruction.

So we're here...

Doesn't that mean...?

Did this planet protect us murderers?

"Although you are all invaders, you have become part of the planet's ecosystem over thousands of years of evolution and have gained the planet's recognition. Perhaps that's why the planet's consciousness, when you were staring directly at the demon star and on the verge of death, guided you into the collective consciousness of the planet, giving you bastards such precious protection..."

...Oh no, I'm so guilty, what should I do? Should I find a time machine first?

"Aaaaaah!!! Don't tell me that, old man! Then tell me what to do? I don't have the Rinnegan to use the Rinne Rebirth technique to revive these monsters, nor have I learned the Kamehameha to shatter the moon and save the world!"

"Then there's no hope, just wait to die!"

Old Man Hook grumbled, "I told you to find an anchor point and get back to Mineral Town, but you insisted on causing trouble! This terrifying being is beyond our control, not even from a mystical perspective, let alone a physical one! Are you still planning to lead these cavemen to retake the moon? Goodbye!"

What a defeatist strategist!

Security! Security, get him out of here!

“Marcus, don’t listen to Hook’s angry words. Once the planet’s cry begins, the ‘Eye of Death’ will accelerate its formation. This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by the universe, and it is also recorded in unknown books on Earth. Therefore, this evil star’s arrival is not actually to kill you, but to kill this planet!”

Fortunately, Old Yorkson quickly kicked the guy offline and appeared himself, saying, "The Book of Gorgias mentions a method to summon the Star of Death. It records that through sacrifice, one can emit mysterious celestial sounds, causing the Eye of Death to attach itself to a designated comet or asteroid, and then slowly transform that celestial body into the Star of Death, ultimately achieving an indescribable summoning..."

I pondered for a moment and said, "Hmm... if that's the case, then the moon in front of us isn't its true form, but merely a vessel..."

Old Yorkson nodded and said, "Of course. Such indescribable existence is less a thing and more a phenomenon or rule itself."

“What will we encounter?” I asked.

"This planet has protected you within the sea of ​​consciousness, but this is only temporary safety. If the final outcome of the Eye of Death's descent occurs, what awaits you is either the planet's consciousness being tormented and broken, giving birth to bizarre and polluted creatures, or the planet being destroyed by a global catastrophe, to the point that the planet itself ceases to exist..."

Why does this sound like the plot is going too far? A perfectly good planet, and there's a side quest leading to corruption? Can you even drive on this lousy road?

"There must be a way to solve this, right!"

I am not satisfied!

The warriors of pure love are fearless!

Watch as my pure love god of war brutally beats up the minotaur!

My gaze was fixed firmly ahead, and in an instant, countless warriors of pure love possessed me. I am not fighting alone! Join me in protecting the best little ball!

"That's right. The carrier can be large or small, so the speed at which the Eye of Death descends and transforms also varies. Interfering with its descent could greatly increase the chances of saving this planet."

Old Yorkson, with his perpetually poker face, tried to persuade me to give him some pep talk.

"You only have two things to do. First, you must appease the consciousness of this planet and stop it from emitting celestial sounds."

"The second thing is to integrate the human consciousness in this dying dream, and then use the planetary consciousness to send out celestial sounds to the distance, thus deceiving the still-forming Eye of Death!"

Is this plan... also about "making false police reports"? You old man, you don't do anything worthwhile usually, do you?

"Hmm... This sounds simple, but isn't putting an elephant in a refrigerator the same process? I have a feeling you're trying to fool me!"

Old Yorkson: "...Next, I'll tell you the details of the plan."

I roared, "You bastard, give me a piece of your mind!"

…………

As I followed old Yorkson's instructions and pressed my body close to the black agate-like surface of the water, using my consciousness to guide my body to slowly sink, I finally approached the consciousness of this planet.

Although I have not received any training in mysticism, nor have I participated in any systematic learning of meditation, astral projection, or dream entry, I instantly sensed that extremely powerful consciousness.

At this moment, everyone's consciousness was shining brightly in the planet's sea of ​​consciousness. Among these people, I could clearly sense that the lights of Gray, the bald man, Eaton, and the faction leader were brighter than the others. But in the face of the planet's consciousness, which shone like the sun, my consciousness and the consciousness of all humans combined were not as conspicuous as a firefly.

But now, the planet's immense consciousness emanates emotions of sorrow, pain, fear, and confusion, resisting the approach of other tiny points of light. The planet's light flickers, like... a helpless child?

I continued to lower my consciousness, reaching out to try and touch the vast consciousness within, and sure enough, I felt a distinct rejection and resistance. At that moment, it was as if white blood cells had discovered the invading virus, and countless swirling points of light began to surge towards me.

Instead of panicking and running away, I used my senses to identify the points of light in front of me.

Here, I saw all sorts of creatures I had never seen before: some were giant beasts, some were long fish, some were strange birds, some were alien insects... Countless creatures with incredibly ferocious appearances gathered here, many of which were the creatures that had just died under my cannon. Now, however, there was no trace of bloodshed or brutality. Regardless of strength or size, they all flickered into points of light and surrounded me, their soul fluctuations emitting the same sound.

I don't know how to translate one of the words, but it seems that creatures from all over the world use this term to refer to the warmest and closest existence in their primal memories...

"Don't hurt Mommy!"

I stood there, floating for a long time, and suddenly felt that everything in this world was so illusory.

Will all the meaningless killings and struggles in the universe eventually lead to such a warm world? Do those planets, like mothers, smile and unconditionally tolerate their children's misbehavior?

For some reason, I suddenly felt a power emanating from my body, approaching these surrounding points of light, yet gentle and without any aggression.

This feeling seems similar to how I feel when I tame animals?

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt her."

I glanced at the "Child of Nature" gold trait on the character panel and suddenly realized Old Yorkson's plan.

Sure enough, when I transformed my consciousness into a palm and slowly stroked these points of light, these points of light, which were the avatars of planetary beings, slowly began to loosen their encirclement. Some even came up to me affectionately and followed me reluctantly.

Finally, I arrived before the planetary consciousness, gazing at this sphere of light that shone as brightly as the sun, and slowly cast my thoughts toward it.

"Hello, I'm Marcus."

This action, like a stone thrown into water, stirred up countless ripples. The planetary consciousness, like a startled deer, hurriedly dodged, its light flickering, as if trying to shield the points of light behind it. Its disheveled state was strangely reminiscent of a child crouching and covering its head in defense.

...How come it's unexpectedly kind of cute?

I stood still, letting the light spots that had just been tamed leap and flow between us.

After repeatedly assuring myself that I meant no harm, I touched the planet's consciousness with my conscious hand. But in that instant, I clearly felt that the negative emotions within the planet's consciousness had not yet subsided, as if it were enduring indescribable pain, desperately resisting the invasion of the Eye of Death in the sky.

I kept sending out thoughts of goodwill, and my natural aura was fully released. After a long time, the planetary consciousness, which seemed powerful on the surface but was actually very sincere, finally sent back a few fragmented pieces of information.

"A name...I...don't have one..."

This grammar looks so familiar!

That's what the jays used to talk to me about!

Could this be a side effect of the shamans on this planet communicating with the "Earth Goddess"?

"Relax, I'm here to help you. The enemy is getting closer, and this planet needs you. You mustn't fall!" I said in a tone that soothes a little girl.

Compared to planets that are billions of years old, this nascent planetary consciousness is probably just a little girl... the kind that's only a few tens of millions of years old.

The planet's consciousness slowly responded to me.

"It hurts so much... What should I do..."

According to Old Yorkson, communication of consciousness is the most direct and cannot be faked; therefore, to obtain the help of planetary consciousness, one must connect one's consciousness with that of planetary consciousness.

Therefore, I will relinquish my access to memories and perceptions, fully connect with the planet, and communicate with her through the most direct consciousness, so that she understands my goodwill in coming here and my purpose in preventing the arrival of the Eye of Death.

But the next moment, I immediately understood old Yorkson's purpose...

"You old geezer, you've tricked me again!"

This plan sounds simple, but for the first time, I realized that consciousness connection often implies equal authority and shared feelings. And coincidentally, the consciousness of the planet before me is suffering…

The excruciating pain struck instantly, and I felt as if every cell in my body had been thrown into a furnace and instantly boiled over! The pain was like my soul being constantly pulled, compressed, kneaded, rolled into a ball of dough, then sliced ​​into noodles and thrown into a hot oil pan, and finally topped with a whole bottle of chili oil!

I almost fainted on the spot, but fortunately another wave in my soul appeared, using a cold and strong will to suppress the overwhelming pain.

I felt as if my soul had split in two, one writhing on the ground in agony, while the other, like a heartless Grim Reaper, stood by, coldly laughing at this insignificant pain...

What's so funny? You're the one making a fool of yourself on the ground too!

Fortunately, this mental breakdown reduced my pain by more than half, and I was finally able to recover.

After the pain was shared, the planetary consciousness seemed to have recovered quite a bit, timidly reaching out a hand (let's call it a hand for now) to send me a worried message.

"Are you... in pain...? I want to... help you..."

I looked at this planetary consciousness with a bit of amusement.

Faced with such pain, she could have shared the burden with the consciousness of other beings, but instead, she deliberately severed all connections and bore it all alone. How naive and kind she is...

Hmm... So the crying sound from the Earth's core that the Gravity Group heard was probably just a little girl crying loudly after her toy was taken away?

"Of course, just reimburse my medical expenses. By the way, why did you save us humans?" Now that we've established a relationship of shared hardship, I can ask you this question without worry.

"You...are...children too..."

I pondered for a moment, then asked in surprise, "What do you mean... um... you mean, we can also be considered beings on this planet?"

"Isn't...it's not like that...?"

I sensed the sincerity of the planetary consciousness and instantly burst into laughter.

Compared to the consciousness of a planet, insignificant humans seem far too narrow-minded and extreme. Having thrived on this planet for a thousand years, aren't we, as beings on this planet, considered to be?

Even if she feels pain when the ecosystem is destroyed, can't she feel joy when the ecosystem is rebuilt?

In other words, would the consciousness of a planet give up on itself because of the birth and death of some creatures?

Lao Tzu said long ago that Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs, and I'm only now realizing this. Those thirteen people in the ecology team who modified planetary life back then seem to have unknowingly forged a completely new path…

I feel so embarrassed after asking this question!

"At this point, all I need to do is smile, right... By the way, if you don't have a name, I'll give you one: Ayanami."

Chapter 532 Raise your hands!