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

The energy that interferes with you does not belong to our universe. This energy can attach itself to matter and operate, grow, and take shape according to certain natural laws, but those laws do not belong to the nature we inhabit.

Old Yorkson’s hoarse voice rang out, carrying a mysterious allure.

Lift your head, Marcus; this is a sight only you can look directly at.

I slowly raised my head.

In the night sky, there is a tiny planet burning at the origin of the universe, bursting out with scorching and merciless fiery energy, while also radiating the harsh cold of the ultimate abyss that can freeze everything.

The object was spinning rapidly, seemingly emerging from a gap in the sky. Light and bands of color carrying strange hues began to sway, intertwine, and weave before me—colors that did not belong to any spectrum in our universe, and were frantically trying to penetrate into our universe.

"Marcus, what are you looking at? Is there something in the sky?"

Ada Wong started shaking me to prevent me from entering an abnormal state.

Clearly, she couldn't see the unusual, frantically flashing stars in the sky.

That star has torn a piece of the sky apart; I've already discerned that it's not a single celestial body, but rather an observation surface of some "ultimate" existence. This is an inevitable result of low-latitude observation.

That place revealed a single point where countless suns, countless worlds, and countless universes, located in different parts of space, converged. They seemed to merge together, then be utterly annihilated by the impact of that endless rage, bursting forth with boundless brilliance…

Its existence, that terrifying concept that combines the local, the individual, and the infinite, terrified me to the point of paralysis. It is a thing composed of infinite existence and self, in which everything is contained, and in which it also exists—it is not merely something existing within a spacetime continuum; it unites with the ultimate source that gives life to endless existence—ultimately, it is an absolute vastness without limits, transcending both fantasy and mathematical logic.

The stone statue's body twisted and turned with difficulty, struggling to use its massive stone arms to support a layer of stone roof, blocking my view. The limestone pupils flickered with unstable light.

"Emergency chapter activated."

"Keyword: [Conspiracy]... Declassified..."

"System interference... missing..."

"When the curse of the stars began to spread again... it was because we accidentally released it..."

"The person who hears this... severs the cause and effect... completely..."

"The last resort of expulsion..."

"choose……"

At the same time, old Yorkson's cold laugh rang out.

[Is it the creation of the lost?]

Those who dared to seek glimpses beyond the veil, those who dared to regard it as a guide, finally understood the terrible price that a single glance could cost them…

Chapter 658 I, Marcus, have decided to die.

Something indescribable.

After using my mental fortitude to eliminate all distractions, I immediately guessed what was in the sky.

This bizarre and unparalleled way of appearing is something that no natural creation could possibly possess. The existence in the sky is like a superdimensional drill, easily penetrating the fragile world of us low-dimensional beings.

The brutal and direct manner of their appearance does not imply that the beings in the heavens are intellectually ignorant; on the contrary, they may possess morality and wisdom beyond the comprehension of this world.

It's not that I can't, it's just that I don't care.

Just as I can easily scribble a picture with a pen, or effortlessly step on an anthill, I have no interest in making grand villainous pronouncements. Instead, I use slow motion to savor the awe and screams of the tiny things.

Yes, it's just that I don't care.

The stone statue's body is black with a hint of green, and its surface has gold and shimmering spots and stripes. It is kneeling on the ground, forming a safe house. A faint white light shines around it, as if even the danger from the sky has temporarily receded.

I helped the nearly collapsing Ada Wong to the wall, and only felt a little relieved when I heard her barely audibly reciting the names of the stations she didn't recognize.

She risked her life to save me before, she can't just die like this...

But it wasn't just her; the colonist system was now frantically broadcasting information, repeatedly sending out the same warnings.

[Danger Warning: A powerful psychic wave has swept across the area, severely affecting the colonists' minds. Please proceed to a safe zone immediately...]

[Danger Warning...]

[Danger Warning...]

【…】

What interrupted me was an unexpected voice.

“Marcus…”

Kai appeared. The young man's purple headscarf was stained with blood; I didn't know if it belonged to him or someone else—it didn't matter anymore, because he himself wasn't quite sure.

Before me stood Kay, scarred and battered, yet his eyes shone with a light—a blazing white light, an indifferent gleam, replacing his former fortitude. It was as if a pure white had been stripped of all the world's superficiality, a color that still shone after destruction, a color of truth.

The light of that color was all too familiar, for it radiated from the eyes of the stone statue, seeped into Kay's eyes, and flowed from the Jade of Truth in my arms, converging into a faint halo at my feet.

"I have connected to the ancestral psionic network."

Kay nodded to me, and as he spoke, the humming sound of the stone statue vibrated in unison, proving that what he said was true.

“Kay, tell me right now what you know.” I stared at Kai, whose expression was indifferent.

Kay's expression seemed to be affected by something mentally; the subtle facial adjustment was a bit like being daydreaming in class when the teacher suddenly calls on you, and then you realize that you have graduated for many years.

“There’s so much information coming in, I can’t process it all yet… Kai… Yes, my name is Kai…”

He looked up as if waking from a dream, his eyes gleaming faintly, and said something that made people frown.

“Marcus, we may have made a big mistake.”

"...What do you mean?"

He spoke urgently with an detached expression, a contradiction that resembled a split personality.

“Psionic energy once affected the world, but it has now been destroyed. Only this ancient creation energy artifact stored the data, and we, its descendants, possess psionic energy factors that allow us to access this information.”

"I just learned that the exiled ancestors were the result of a deliberate act by the tribe. The ancestors were all special individuals like Zach, who were born almost completely insulated from psionic energy. Even if they came together, they could not generate psionic energy, let alone rebuild the psionic energy network."

"They are not survivors of a nation, but messengers sent to warn the nameless king on the continent, to all of humanity, and even to the civilizations of this planet millions of years from now! To warn them never to repeat the same mistakes!"

My eyelids twitched, but I suppressed my voice: "What was that warning? Was it to stay away from Kuroshio Island? That's underestimating humanity's talent for courting death."

Kay said indifferently, "No. The exiled ancestors only knew that there was an ancestral treasure on this Black Tide Island, and they have been searching for it for generations. In fact, Black Tide Island is not a forbidden place. When a powerful enough descendant comes here, he will see the stone statue, gain knowledge about everything, and also receive this warning from his bloodline..."

"When all is calm, the descendants who find this place will remain silent, but when the planet returns to its rightful place and all the plagues and evils erupt once more, the city on this island will be humanity's last refuge..."

I understand.

The disaster originated from psionic energy. The stone statue and Kai, who were at the end of the "psionic network," were a local area network computer and their user. They could only access limited information and could no longer connect to the vast network.

This dangerous force has vanished into history along with the "great nation." People like Kay who find the truth are at most like watching a disaster movie, feeling shocked and taking it as a warning, but they don't gain any real "knowledge."

After all, the elders of the Navigators' Alliance all remember that the curse in their blood comes from "knowledge".

But what does this shelter mean?

“Tell me more about the shelter,” I asked.

"The city where the stone statues live is in an ocean where time stands still, allowing it to escape the gaze of certain beings. Only by escaping there can one survive a planetary or even greater crisis, but this city has mysteriously disappeared."

Yes, the Ptolemaic scientific legion was still tirelessly exploring the secret realm on the eve of General Morden's defeat, and must have guessed this from Kay's parents.

Unfortunately, no matter how great his wisdom was, he never imagined that ancient humans would leave behind a deadly force far surpassing his own...

"So here's the question: what exactly was released from the sky?" I finally asked the question that mattered most to me.

After experiencing countless crises, this is the most confusing I've ever been. Everything is illogical, without warning, and without clues. After piecing together the limited information I had, I thought I could get a glimpse of the whole picture, but instead I found myself with an even bigger mystery.

But in the darkness, countless people appear and disappear within this mystery.

The threads of everyone's fate here are intertwined, weaving a dense net that has trapped everyone in it, leaving them unable to move.

To pierce this net, besides finding a sufficiently sharp knife, one must also find the thickest and most crucial warp and weft threads within the net, peel back the layers, and sever the key points to escape.

Could this "great nation" that has existed for tens of thousands of years be the "longitude and latitude line" I have been searching for?

Kay said indifferently, "No one knows what that is. Even if our ancestors fought with this being for thousands of years, they still didn't know who the enemy was. That being represents some abnormal phenomenon, a 'daibiaoq' that can madly mutate all matter. The resulting destruction and annihilation are inevitable, and we are just a cluster of bacteria standing in its way..."

The "latitude and longitude lines" have been broken?

This "great nation" doesn't even know who the enemy is?

Perhaps noticing my horrified expression, Kai spoke in a discouraging tone, trying to keep the conversation as calm as possible.

"What we face is a curse, but the enemy is not. Do you understand?"

"Our ancestors exhausted every means to deal with the crisis, only to discover that their enemy was not a specific, objectively existing object, but most likely a law, a law in the universe representing destruction, annihilation, and decay. Whoever violated it could only submit, with no possibility of rebellion..."

Defeatism...

Even a "great nation" has fallen into defeatism. The once proud and ambitious people who wanted to change the world have given up and blamed their failures on their own irreparable mistakes.

No wonder they used the word "curse" instead of "enemy," because no one can defy the laws of nature. The final struggle of the "great nation" was actually just the destruction of civilization, using the group's last chance to broadcast to others—do not repeat the same mistakes!

"Are you sure it's a problem with psionic energy?" I asked.

Kay shook his head: "Psionic energy is the starting point of everything, but it's not the answer to all problems. Our ancestors sealed the curse with destruction, destroying everything about themselves and the crisis, in exchange for the precious end..."

The mysterious maritime civilization empire perished and was lost in all historical records and documents. At the same time, continental civilizations also had many primitive religious groups, but they were also strangled and wiped out by the Holy Spirit Church. Peace was bought with destruction. If we temporarily ignore all the massacres and oppression, this is appeasement, self-destruction, and a last resort.

So, has Mr. Rhodes's operation finally awakened the "existence" that has been dormant until now, and will it repeat the disaster of that year once again?

So this time, what kind of ending is needed to make amends?

Recalling what I saw in my dream, as well as what Professor Craven said and did back then, I have reason to believe that besides Ptolemy under General Morden, there was another group of people actively searching for this place, and they may have even been inspired by something unknown in the process, forming a kind of secret cult-like existence, actively wanting to awaken "existence".

But what is expanding in the sky is not the "Gate of Truth" that Professor Craven spoke of, but a "cancer of the universe," the moment it is opened, destruction is inevitable.

What is the connection between this thing that can corrupt the universe and the "cosmic sore" I saw in my dream?

“Marcus, it’s too late now.”

Kai smiled bitterly, the light in his eyes dimming. He severed the mental link and returned to human thought, slumping against the corner of the wall in dejection.

Then, without any warning, a whooshing sound rang out, accompanied by a drumming sound, which eventually turned into a thunderous sound. The telepathic communication that had been interrupted for so long was finally restored.

Now that you've finished talking, let me say a few words.

Old Yorkson's voice suddenly rang out, as if it had been brewing for a long time.

"Did you hear everything just now? Is there really no hope?"

The ancient maritime empires, though powerful, were not omnipotent. They were arrogant about their advanced civilization, believing that what they couldn't achieve even with the combined power of their planet, no one else could. However, they overlooked many things; the disappearance of the Great City is a prime example.

That's true, who would have thought that a city, once built, would grow legs and run away?