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

What's even stranger is that all three forms have been marked up and revised many times, with the name column being the worst affected, covered entirely in black ink.

Goodness, is this a Russian?

Oh wait, this one's surname is Zhao...

Uh, what's this person's name?

Zhao Zhou?

Zhao Yi?

Zhao Xiang?

Why do three tables have three names?

"That's Zhao Yuan. It's outrageous that even illiterate people are coming to do business with him now."

After taking the form from Marcus, Mr. Guan, who was engrossed in his work at his seat, complained and then began to check each column.

Marcus asked curiously, "Is he here to do this business too?"

Mr. Guan… or you can call him Xiao Guan, said with a hint of weariness, “It’s not quite the same. His work is more complicated. I was just about to leave work…”

At this point, Xiao Guan suddenly picked up a pen and quickly drew a big X with a black pen.

"Re-enter, this field is filled in incorrectly."

"...No way?"

Marcus took the form with suspicion and found that the cross was in the "origin" column, while he had originally written "Mineral Town, Mineral Ranch".

"Otherwise, what should we write?"

Xiao Guan looked him up and down with a strange expression.

"Uh... how about writing 'the masses'? 'Poor peasants'? ...'Little Bolsheviks'? Surely they won't say I'm classified as a rich peasant, right? That's a misconception! My family doesn't even have a proper bed, and I don't have any hired help..."

Xiao Guan stopped typing, stood up helplessly, took the form, and explained.

"It's the book title... If you want to do business with someone, you have to tell me where it came from."

Marcus managed to utter a few words with some difficulty.

"Could you please tell me... what is a book title?"

"It was you who came..."

Xiao Guan was about to speak when she suddenly stopped. "You don't know, do you?"

Marcus was a little embarrassed. "I really don't know... Will leaving this field blank affect business?"

"It's not a matter of whether it affects business or not, it's that kind of... very special kind..."

Xiao Guan looked up, her voice hoarse, revealing heavy dark circles under her eyes, and asked, "The key question is... how did you end up here?"

Marcus scratched his head.

"I shot myself in the head, and when I woke up, I was here."

"...Just shoot me already."

…………

The two sat on the sofa in the room, looking at each other, neither able to figure out the other's intentions.

"What did you say your name was? I'll check your information for you."

"Marcus."

Xiao Guan stood up, fiddled with the computer for a while, then looked up and asked.

"Master Marcus of the Wuyi School from the Nine-Bend King Peak?"

"No, I am twenty-seven years old and I am a farmer."

Xiao Guan then performed another round of searches.

"Colonel Marcus of the Sixth Legion of Fenris?"

"No, I'm just the acting sheriff of the town."

Xiao Guan glared at him and then buried herself in her research.

"The Hermit Marcus who lives in Garinta?"

"What the hell is that? People who grow Senzu Beans can't be considered farmers, you know? I won't admit it!"

"That's impossible... Just these three people with the surname Ma... Hmm... There's another folder here, but it's full of drafts..."

As if discovering a new continent, Xiao Guan suddenly stood up, staring at the screen in disbelief, his fingers trembling as he gripped the mouse.

"Over six hundred chapters? Who wrote so many?! This is clearly just a draft with only a beginning, a piece that was rejected by the editor long ago!"

Marcus quickly leaned closer and discovered that the title of the open document was a long string of names that would take about two screens to fit...

There can't be a Harvest Moon in the Edge World!

Xiao Guan nervously scrolled through the numerous titles, skimming them down to the very end of the last chapter. Staring at the large text above, he was utterly bewildered.

I, Marcus, have decided to die.

This line of text hangs alone at the end, with the cursor below it appearing and disappearing intermittently, like being hidden in a bottomless abyss where consciousness would freefall and sink forever.

"Xiao Guan?"

There was no response from the other party.

"Mr. Guan?"

The other party remained motionless.

"A workaholic with a receding hairline?"

The opponent unleashed a frenzied barrage of claws!

"Damn it! I just have a naturally high hairline! It has nothing to do with working overtime and staying up late!"

Marcus easily dodged the attack and quickly said, "We'll talk about that later. First, tell me what's going on."

Xiao Guan left the computer with some difficulty, glancing back at the open document on the screen as he left, seemingly hoping it was an illusion. But the written record on paper offered him no comfort.

"I don't know how you got here, but there's something wrong here..."

Xiao Guan poured himself a glass of water. "I've been writing novels here for a long time. Every time I finish writing, the protagonist of the novel suddenly appears and comes here to find me. I usually call them 'Transcendent Ones'..."

He tapped on the sofa armrest and pointed to the stack of papers on the table.

"The transcendents will appear once, and only once. I will record their information and save the document. Strangely, the story will then unfold on its own, with two chapters every day, updating endlessly..."

Marcus looked up at the computer and suddenly remembered the densely packed document icons on his desktop...

"You've written so much... Are you Zhao Zilong? Are you all liver?"

Xiao Guan said with a wry smile, "No, most of them are still being written. Because I've already tried, and works that are casually left unfinished can't summon protagonists. Only by continuing to develop the stories in my mind and writing to the limit of my imagination can it be considered truly finished, and only then can I see the transcendent."

Marcus frowned and said, "Can't I even write short stories? The kind that are a few hundred words long?"

Xiao Guan shook his head.

"I tried, but it didn't work. I suspect it's because there aren't enough words, and the main character isn't very specific, so it can't be made concrete."

"What about ensemble novels? Do they feature multiple main characters in one story?"

Xiao Guan gritted his teeth and replied, "If I were capable of writing ensemble pieces, would I be losing my hair here?!"

"But you just said that your hairline is naturally high..."

"Shut up!"

Xiao Guan got excited for a moment, then clutched her heart and sat back down. "Anyway, I've tried everything you can think of!"

Marcus smacked his lips, seemingly unsatisfied, and then asked, "If these weren't written by you... then how did I come to be here?"

Xiao Guan glanced at it and said, "I don't know... I just glanced at the plot. With your confusing content, why would it need to wait until the end? You would have died a few times when you faced the evil god."

The other party couldn't help but complain, "To still manage to pad it out to over 600 chapters... I can't even imagine how many cheat codes you used..."

Marcus retorted defiantly, "I got here through sheer hard work! Besides, can you call being the protagonist cheating?"

Xiao Guan opened a website, and after searching, he opened the details page with a look of surprise.

"This book has also been released... Is it just a copy of the same title with plagiarism? And the results are terrible. 1.7 million words and this is all the subscriptions, and it's written in the first person. Are you trying to poison the readers or the editor? Don't you know the tricks? You need to learn!"

Marcus roared, "I'm truly sorry to say I'm the protagonist of a flop novel! Is that something I could decide?! Why don't you go ahead and turn it into one of the Four Great Classical Novels?! Your novel has a protagonist with the same name as me, doesn't it? What's the name of that masterpiece?!"

"Starting from Warhammer, I can sign in and get everything for free... This is also a flop book..."

"……Feel sorry."

The word "fallen" seemed to have a double whammy effect, and the office suddenly fell silent.

Marcus, who suffers from mild social arrogance, took the initiative to ask, "By the way, why are you hiding here writing novels?"

Xiao Guan paused for a moment, then looked up at the pitch-black surroundings outside the window. It seemed as if nothing else existed except for this dimly lit building.

The view was blocked by the faint darkness of night.

There's no going back.

"What... happened here?"

"do not know."

Xiao Guan said wearily, "Maybe it's the end of the world, the Earth stopping, an invasion of the abyss, or the descent of an evil god? Anyway, since a certain day, it has never been dawn here again. I'm trapped in this room and can't get out of this office building."

Marcus exclaimed in surprise, "Then how did you survive?"

Xiao Guan pointed to the computer.

"That day, the computer could access the internet, but no one replied to my messages, and the webpage stopped updating on December 29, 2019. Only one person added me on QQ and told me that I could write novels on the Zhidian Novel Network to exchange for living supplies."

"So you started writing novels?"

"Yes... I was just a casual reader of novels, I never imagined I'd end up writing this, and making a living from it..."

Xiao Guan said wearily, "But there's no other way. I had to go from being starving and struggling after being rejected time and time again to finally getting a contract and having my work published, barely enough to eat. Later, I started writing two books at once to get full attendance bonuses, and life got a little better. Luckily, this building has never had its water or electricity cut off, which is why I've survived until now..."

Marcus asked with concern, "How's the work doing now?"