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

Old Yorkson's voice, however, was unusually serious.

[The "Lord of Billions" is trapped in the crevices of the Word Space and needs the "Virtual Particles" to return to the multiverse; the "King of Light" has been weakened and suppressed and needs the "Propagator" to sing its praises; the "Deep Sea Cataclysm" is sealed and imprisoned and needs the "Unsealer" to help break through numerous obstacles; the "King of a Thousand Faces" is interested in you, and it's probably not just because of your unusual behavior...]

[Your uniqueness is so extraordinary that it seems normal, but only Hook and I know that the countless strange messages surging and growing in your mind seem to have been transmitted from the void, appearing out of thin air without reason or logic. This may be the miracle that Dr. Marcus has painstakingly achieved...]

...Hey, all this talk about miracles turns out to be just connecting my brain to Bilibili's servers?

Who goes fishing without a helmet? I'm going to lose my temper!

[Marcus, haven't you ever wondered why you can observe distortions without being affected, why you are always so relentlessly pursuing the truth, and why your existence can transcend the limits and challenge even the true god?]

Old Yorkson's voice slowly merged with Old Man Hook's, as they recounted their story.

Because you are the key to all of this...

…………

"Alright, if that old man Hook doesn't want to come out, then he shouldn't."

I took a deep breath and stood up—in Kai's eyes, I probably just closed my eyes and dozed off for five minutes.

I smiled as usual and removed the first-dimensional arm armor from my body.

"Kay, give this to Gray so he can adjust the cuffs when he has time, otherwise they keep rubbing against my elbows. A tool should act like a tool, not always slack off."

Kai took the equipment blankly: "Marcus, I don't understand what you mean..."

I interrupted him, saying, "If you don't understand, just listen. Remember to find someone later. You absolutely must find that guy who's always eyeing other people's wives, dead or alive, or Mr. Rhodes won't be able to sleep again."

"Oh right, I remember telling Mr. Rhodes that what he was looking for wasn't here, and that he should look somewhere else."

Kay sensed something was amiss and quickly advised, "You need to say these things yourself. Let's think of another way! There's always another chance!"

I said with a troubled expression, "I know there are opportunities, but I have too many opportunities, which is why I'm having a headache. Who do you think is better, Lynn or Poppy? Although neither of them has a high alcohol tolerance like Karen, Karen's drinking manners aren't as good as Ellie's!"

I counted on my fingers and said, "Mary's novel isn't finished yet, and Mei and Yu's academic classes still need someone to take care of them. We can't let them become illiterate by now, can we? As for Ada Wong next to you, just remember to take her back and tell her not to wait for me."

"Speaking of which, I wonder if Gray can take care of all those chaotic animals on the ranch. And how are the jays in the tribe doing? If I have time, I really should go back and check if those bastards in the legion are doing their jobs properly, or if they're just taking paid time to poop while I'm away, turning into heartless manure-producing machines..."

As I spoke, I slowly walked out, and with a gentle push, I sent Kay, who was trying to block me, flying.

“Marcus! What are you doing!” Kay shouted.

I thought for a moment, then took off my tattered coat and draped it over Ada Wong, revealing the gun at her waist. She'd been wearing only an evening gown all this time; I really don't know where she got the fat to provide the calories—she wasn't exactly well-off to begin with, and if she kept burning calories, she'd probably sag!

“Kay, I also need to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have kicked you just now—but if you want to kick back, don’t bother, I’m afraid I might accidentally kill you in a counterattack.”

I stepped out of the stone statues' protection and into the chaotic, distorted sky, where a colorful, muddy substance was raining down, emitting an eerie glow.

"Old Yorkson, tell Old Man Hook for me that if you dare to lie to me, you're dead. I'll be waiting for you in the underworld. If you dare to come over, I'll kill you."

Whether originating from Earth or beyond, the source and destination of everything is that god beyond time and space. That eternally existing ultimate has not yet awakened, and these illusory projections are merely cross-sections obtained by consciousness from different angles, accidentally cutting into that eternal prototype.

I wiped the No. 113 ray gun in my hand, stood in the vast天地 (heaven and earth), and pointed the gun at myself—if there was still a chance for everything to turn around, then the miracle could only happen to me.

Mr. Rod, who was elusive by the sea, once said that if I were to stand in the middle of an important road, I would have to make a choice. At first, I didn't know what that point of choice meant.

But now I know.

If I can survive, I will never give up.

But if survival is still uncertain, I will choose to take one last gamble.

"I, Marcus, have decided to die."

Chapter 659, Chapter Negative One: Foreword at the End of the Volume

The elevator hummed as it arrived at the dark lobby on the first floor.

"Hello, which floor are you going to?"

The young man in the elevator was incredibly lazy, leaning against the elevator wall, and ran into Marcus face to face.

"Uh... I don't know either."

The other person struggled to lift their eyelids and glanced at him.

"Looking for Mr. Guan? Then the fifth floor."

In the blink of an eye, the floor button had been pressed.

"Uh... thank you."

Seeing that the person inside wasn't coming out, Marcus was at a loss for words. Surely this person hadn't come down in the elevator specifically to pick him up?

Then this person has to...

How boring?

"You're welcome."

The lazy young man immediately withdrew his hand, as if he was too tired to even lift it for another second.

Marcus could clearly sense the other person's laziness and guessed that he wouldn't be in the mood to talk to him.

The two people silently ascended with the elevator, like tiny beetles escaping from the throat of a giant beast.

The time spent in the elevator felt longer than I expected.

Marcus was so bored that he read the elevator instructions and regular maintenance schedule, and tried to figure out what names were on them.

The small fan overhead was blowing a dull blast of air, but it couldn't bring in a single breath of fresh air, nor could it dispel the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Ding.

In a daze, the elevator doors slowly opened.

From the first floor to the fifth floor.

It was still the same pitch-black environment, as if the lights had been deliberately turned off, draping everything in a black cloth.

Compared to the only lit part of the elevator, the outside offered absolutely no incentive to step inside.

"Go out and turn left."

A young man's lazy voice rang out.

"what?"

But when Marcus turned to ask him back, he just glanced sideways and kept his lips tightly shut, as if he had never spoken.

Marcus began to stare at the other person, trying to determine if what he had just seen was an illusion.

These few seconds of effort finally elicited a response from the lazy young man—perhaps he also realized that dealing with other people's stares was more tiring and exhausting than simply finishing his sentence.

"I mean, Mr. Guan is over there, you'll see him as soon as you turn around."

The elevator doors slowly closed, the lights gradually receded into them, and finally only the tiny lights peeking through the cracks remained, like fireflies flying towards higher floors.

Before me lay utter darkness, where I was all alone.

The dark corridor was silent.

It was too quiet.

Only the office doors were open or closed, and the destination signs were unclear. Through the darkness of the open offices, one could seemingly see an even darker view outside the windows.

But at the end of the corridor, a bright light was on, and a crackling sound could be heard.

It's the rhythm of typing on a keyboard.

Marcus thought to himself, "No wonder they said you could see it once you turned around; after all, being attracted to light is an instinct for all diurnal animals."

Marcus strode through the dark corridor, ignoring the strange rustling sounds coming from the unlit room. Perhaps it was the wind, perhaps not, who knows?

He walked quickly toward the light, but stopped at the doorway.

Marcus wondered whether he should ask directly, knock first to let others know, or cough lightly to pretend his friend was online.

"Come in, I can see you."

A weary voice came out, directly shattering his presence.

Marcus turned around awkwardly and realized that he was standing where the light was pouring in, which would undoubtedly cast a shadow on him.

There were three desks in the room, each with a computer that was neither new nor old. However, the front and back desks were filled with clutter, and only the middle desk had a person in it.

Due to the height of his seat and the partition, Marcus couldn't see the other person's exact appearance.

"Uh... Mr. Guan?"

But the other party spoke impatiently first.

"Just call me Xiao Guan. What business do you need so late?"

Marcus was speechless for a moment.

Did you bring the documents?

Marcus remained speechless.

"Can't you hear me? Stop trying to cheat me..."

Marcus is constantly disconnecting.

"You know it's after get off work hours?"

Marcus touched the edge of Alaya consciousness!

"Even if I ignore you, you can't file a complaint against me..."

Despite saying this, the other party was clearly all bark and no bite, and handed out a form and a pen from behind the table.

"I guess I'm out of luck. Go sit over there and fill it out. Circles in pencil are mandatory. If you don't know how to write, leave it for now. If you don't know how to write your name, just put your fingerprint on it."

"Got it."

Although I don't know what happened, Marcus has always been good at judging people by their appearance—just look at that hairline, you can't go wrong listening to him!

Marcus obediently sat down at the first table, picked up a pen, and began filling out the form.

It's just a regular form, starting with name and gender, then occupation, place of origin, and resume. It's no more complicated than a job application report, and at least it doesn't need to fabricate a series of honors and awards.

Marcus quickly filled out half of it, then suddenly noticed several other forms lying face down on the table, seemingly identical to the ones he had filled out.

Out of curiosity, Marcus picked up the forms and found that they were all only half-filled out, with extremely messy handwriting, as if writing was a painful thing.