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

Simply put, I was careless and didn't flash it.

...There's no martial ethics in these trenches!

"Imagine yourself lying in a tomb, feeling the direct conflict between life and death. This will elevate my soul, allowing the light of Hyova to cleanse it and bring me the favor of truth..."

I shamelessly lay in the pit and spoke recklessly. You and Mei were somewhat tempted by what I said and were eager to climb down and experience the "true meaning of life" with me.

But Ellie covered her face and grabbed Yu, saying in a helpless tone, "Marcus, if you don't get up and treat your wounds soon, you might really experience a life-or-death situation."

It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious, it'll be fine once the blood dries up...

Ugh, I feel a little dizzy...

Get a doctor quickly, I think I've lost a lot of blood...

"I'm not lying. This method was proposed by a great philosopher and educator. When he encountered the biggest setback in his career, he locked himself in a tomb where living people were buried. In the end, he abandoned his selfish desires, achieved sublimation, understood the mysteries of the universe, and became a sage!"

Wang Chongyang from the Tomb of the Living Dead, right? That guy's martial arts skills are undeniable, but unfortunately, his teaching ability is a bit lacking.

But the seven disciples he taught also had their merits. From being beaten in the Legend of the Condor Heroes to the Condor Heroes, they stubbornly endured all kinds of setbacks. Even when the enemy took turns attacking their mountain gate, they would still take the initiative to pat themselves on the back. They were truly a group of heroes!

Old Muqi said in a coaxing tone, "Alright, alright, we believe you. Come out now!"

...Should I come out now? I feel that whether I throw a tantrum or play dumb, I've completely lost—from a moral standpoint.

Given that I am someone who readily accepts good advice, and given that I was in the middle of a hillside with a designated path for donkeys to stop, I decided to take my leave and get off the vehicle.

"Well, since you've already bothered me, I'll just come out now."

I tried to crawl out of the trench, enduring their pitying looks, but then I forgot one thing—this damn thing has a slowing effect!

The neighbors in town were very polite. Ellie covered Yu's mouth, and Old Muqi held Mei's hand tightly. They stood together by the trench, looking around at the scenery, while I slowly crawled out of the trench in 0.25x slow motion...

If it were at night, I could still feel a bit of the horror of zombies coming back to life, but if I made such a scene in broad daylight, I would not only seem a little mentally challenged, but my neurological functions would also become questionable!

Ellie looked at me with a strange expression, probably struggling to hold back, because she didn't, out of her professional nursing habit, advise me to go to Dr. Dort's hospital to get my brain checked for damage from the fall.

"Ellie, don't look at me like that, I'm fine..."

I'm not very confident in saying this, because drunk people usually try to prove they're not drunk, and some even try to demonstrate that they can walk in a straight line—but who among truly sober people needs to prove themselves by walking in a straight line?

Ellie took out the bandage she always carried (why does she always carry that?), cleaned my wound and stopped the bleeding, then looked back at us several times before finally disappearing at the end of the town's alley.

I was holding a child's hand in each hand, and the three of us looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yu whispered, "My sister is so strange... The way she looked at me just now... it was like she was looking at me when I wet the bed last year..."

Among children of the same age, the little girl was more mature, so Mei quickly corrected her friend: "That's not how it works! Grandpa said that Brother Marcus is our teacher starting today, so we have to listen to him and not say bad things about him!"

"But what it looked like just now..."

"You can't say that, Yu..."

...Was I looked down upon by the two kids?

"No whispering allowed!"

If they continue talking, the truth might actually come out, and they might commit an unforgivable mistake...

[Criminal Charge: Disrespect for elders, slander of teachers]

[Specific action: They told the truth.]

I crouched down and patted their little heads. "Now that you've come to our Heavenly God Elementary School, you two should study hard. As the first principal and only teacher, I will teach you all the knowledge without reservation!"

As a little boy, You seemed to quickly grasp the extraordinary nature of the name, excitedly exclaiming, "Wow! What an amazing name!"

Impressive? That word is far too inadequate!

Here, we have a twelve-year compulsory education system, ensuring that everyone has access to education and everyone has opportunities for professional development!

I wrapped my arms around the two children and spoke in a tone typical of pyramid schemes.

"After graduating from our Tenjin Elementary School, you can go directly to the private Tokiwa Taichung School to learn the skills of firing electromagnetic guns with your bare hands. If you continue your education, you can go to the county-run Shohoku High School to play basketball with Grandpa Ken Oji."

"What? You don't like it? No problem, you can still go to the Prefectural North High School and have fun in clubs with aliens, time travelers, people from other worlds, and superpowered individuals."

Facing the rising sun, my body seemed to radiate light.

The two little children stood in the desolate field, utterly astonished and invigorated by my persuasive words, waving their little fists and shouting, "Wow! That's amazing! We want to go to school!"

"So this isn't just a school, it's practically a direct route to the pinnacle of life!"

"Since you guys are so energetic..."

I gave a mysterious smile and swiftly shoved two oddly shaped wooden armors into their hands.

"Then put on this training tortoise shell! Let's start learning by tilling the fields with our bare hands!"

Chapter 568 Three Years of E-version Teacher Marcus

"Alright, from now on, you'll call me Professor Marcus!"

Although the teaching staff and management team of this Tianshen Elementary School are very weak, education must not be neglected no matter how poor we are! The cause of education can never be relaxed!

Even if I'm the only one left in the whole school, I still have to show my strength!

In the bright sunshine outdoors, I set up two desks side by side and began today's lessons.

"Alright, let's start with history."

I unfolded the heavy historical manuscript, turned to the page with creases, and frowned as I looked at the title.

"The rise and fall of the Holy Spirit era."

After reading through the context for a while, I roughly understood why Father Carter had taught this part, so I stopped with some difficulty.

The author of this book clearly places great emphasis on extracting first-hand materials and collecting evidence from cultural relics when conducting historical research. He then uses this information to make reasonable deductions and restore the true face of history, which is a departure from the traditional emphasis on the inheritance of historical materials.

This research method has greatly broadened the horizons of historical research, not only breaking away from old conventions but also boldly and even outrageously proposing many novel viewpoints.

It is probably this act of undermining others' livelihoods that led to no one being willing to publish this magnificent work. In the end, only a few people pooled their resources to print it, and it became part of the collection of private libraries.

Of course, I'm not saying that this method is absolutely correct.

While the method of studying ancient texts extensively can certainly bury the erroneous historical views of predecessors in textual exegesis, research conclusions that focus too much on archaeological excavations are often influenced by survivorship bias, leading to many inconsistent conclusions and becoming a stumbling block to historical research.

Therefore, in his book "The Voynich Historical Manuscripts," the professor humbly described his research as a layer of dust collected on a vast beach, stating that he had only made some insignificant contributions. He hoped that future generations would continue to develop his work, refute his erroneous views, and restore history to its true form.

I have immense respect for this professor who has traveled the world and devoted his life to researching and collecting information—possessing such profound knowledge while maintaining a cautious and meticulous approach to scholarship, he undoubtedly deserves to be called a master of his generation.

If it were anyone else, with so much groundbreaking research, wouldn't they have spent their lives speaking out, fiercely attacking dissidents, and consolidating their authority? Even after death, wouldn't they want to erect an obelisk to inscribe their great achievements for posterity?

…………

In my teaching, I discovered an interesting issue: this professor exhibits a very sharp and skeptical attitude towards history. He adds numerous speculative viewpoints to every established perspective, as if he were Truman or Mr. Neo living in a world of misinformation.

He questioned the authenticity of many historical events, investigated the life trajectories of many historical figures, and reconstructed the stories buried in the past with a rigorous spirit completely different from his humble attitude.

The first half, with its solid, granite-like research combined with wildly imaginative ideas, is definitely not a random, haphazard writing by one person.

It's like someone painstakingly drawing up design plans, laying a solid foundation for the building, and preparing all the building materials, all in order to build an amazing building!

To put it another way, it's like Marvel made Hulk, Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor in a row, definitely to bring all these people together in Avengers and rake in the box office! They can't be like Warner Bros. next door, putting the cart before the horse, painstakingly setting up the superheroes' appearances, only to end with "I'm rich" and "He is tall," right?

Unfortunately, the second half of this manuscript was lost in an accident; otherwise, I have every reason to believe that the second half of this book must have contained a groundbreaking conclusion!

I even suspect that the professor's obsessive pursuit of some mysterious event led him to vanish into thin air.

Fortunately, unlike the permanently lost second half of the manuscript, the Justice League director's cut will still be released.

"Pity……"

I sighed.

Yu stood up and asked, "Professor Marcus, why are you frowning?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "I have a feeling that after this class, Father Carter will burn me at the stake..."

The history of this planet is completely different from my original memories.

For example, the supercontinent Pangaea, which remains connected to this day; the scattered islands in the ocean; and completely different historical trajectories.

According to the manuscript, after the primitive city-state era, the chaotic era of sea and land wars, and the mysterious era of gods, the planet's civilization ushered in its first period of unification.

During this period, the Holy Spirit Church, which rose from the northern polar regions, claimed to have received divine guidance and quickly dispelled the fog of panic on the continent, bringing a true ray of dawn to shine upon humanity.

According to Father Carter, they sealed the twisted point that was ravaging the continent, banished the demons that were slaughtering living beings, and abolished the primitive and cruel sacrifices. They are unique symbols of truth, and the achievements of the Holy See cannot be erased!

However, the manuscript records, based on Professor William Prounier's long-term excavations in coastal settlements of the same period, all contain traces of burning and destruction. For example, the original totem poles were smashed, priceless gold and silver artifacts were buried, and traces of beatings and cracks remained on the calcified bones.

This is quite embarrassing. Does it mean that those who came out to preach were armed priests carrying iron Bibles and warhammers, singing hymns and brutally beating up evil spirits?

The professor also cited some records from early religious texts. Combining the two, it can be basically concluded that the God spoken of by the Holy Spirit Church did not descend from the sky as a meteorite like the King of Light in the neighboring world—fortunately, he did not, otherwise this world would also be filled with slogans such as "Heaven is dead."

From a historical perspective, the emergence of the Church of the Holy Spirit was, in fact, a historical inevitability.

The primitive religious groups that emerged from the dense forests of the continent flourished for hundreds of years, evolving into countless sects and ideologies, and also creating countless incomprehensible divine figures.

Among these diverse and complex sects, some gradually spread to the Arctic regions far from civilization, where they merged with local thought.

The long-term low temperatures and frequent polar nights in the Arctic Circle have instilled in the locals a longing for light that is unimaginable to ordinary people, which has also become a shared idol among the Arctic peoples.

The professor expressed his curiosity about this civilization more than once in his manuscript. Unfortunately, the long-standing animosity between the Federation and the Holy See prevented him from obtaining a passport to travel there. His scientific expedition in the primeval forest in the center of the continent also failed to trace the last traces of the original religious group and achieve the results he had hoped for.

Therefore, speculation remains speculation, and no clear evidence of the evolution of religious imagery or the collision and fusion of civilizations has been obtained regarding the origin of the Holy Spirit Church.

…………

Halfway through class, the little pony with the emoji, taking advantage of the sunny weather and seeing a group of people gathered there, strolled over, wagging its tail and its bright black eyes constantly glancing towards the desks.

????

Mei saw the familiar pony and couldn't resist reaching out to stroke its mane. "Wow, it's the pony! How have you been here?"

I quickly put the book away, afraid that the emoji would think the three of us were eating together and would devour half of the book in one bite.

After finally shooing the pony away, I said to Mei with a stern face, "Don't whisper in class, understand? Also, next time you see it, call it Teacher Ma!"

plum:"……"

Ahem, our school's teaching staff is rather weak, so we can only hire some external staff—have you heard of Mr. Yu Deshui?

Okay, let's continue the lesson.

The biggest point of contention between the Vatican and historians lies in the question of the origin of religion.