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

In my memory, Dolanko solemnly told me, "Based on my understanding of myself, Deep Ones possess incredibly tenacious vitality, and the longer they live, the stronger their manifested power becomes. In their natural state, they could truly be called immortal beings. The reason why no such ancient creatures have been discovered, I think, is because the oldest Deep Ones have all lost their minds and are hidden deep within a sacred city at the bottom of the trench..."

"My ancestors lived far from the ocean and barely resisted the call of the deep sea, leaving behind my bloodline. Therefore, to defeat the monster, you must rely on absolute power to crush me."

"The me outside, after decades of evolution, must have reached a very deep stage, perhaps even my cells have begun to mutate. No matter how severe the injury, it won't be fatal. Ordinary people simply can't destroy me. To destroy me, only a special method will suffice..."

Doranco's warning was still clearly audible, but I wasn't too worried. Admittedly, this monster possessed superhuman strength, capable of shaking the entire island with its physical power alone, and also had terrifying mental abilities.

But I...

He's not an ordinary person either...

A foul stench, like maggots clinging to bones, followed closely behind, carried by the fierce wind and assaulting the back of my head, while a gigantic bone claw pressed down, blotting out the sky.

But my system has experienced such obvious attacks countless times.

Just as the claws were about to reach me, the terrifying wind pressure had already touched my clothes, signaling destruction. But my figure, like a straw before a gale, fell swiftly and decisively to the ground.

The claws brushed past me, the closest point being only a few centimeters from my skin.

The giant deep-sea creature had initially swung its massive tentacles, intending to seize me firmly if I dodged or parried. However, my immediate dodge completely thwarted its plan.

After the claws swept through the air, another tentacle came hurtling towards me, creating a faint sonic boom. If I were hit by this attack, I'd be sure to suffer Batman's signature backstab...

"That was close! If I had dodged it the usual way, I would have been lucky to break a bone..."

As I was thinking this, the Colonizer System took control of my body, made me run off the ground, and sped away, leaving the Deep One dumbfounded.

The colonists' evasion commands are no longer ordinary dodging or rigid maneuvering. Instead, they adhere to the principle of avoiding any physical contact, anticipating and planning all attacks to defuse crises in seemingly illogical ways.

This alone is comparable to the beginner level of Ultra Instinct.

However, its weakness is just as obvious as that of the scumbag Lotte: it only defends and never attacks.

Even though I survived the onslaught of attacks in perilous ways, I was unable to launch an effective attack against the Deep Ones.

Its stamina seemed inexhaustible; it could gradually recover from its injuries during the lulls in its attacks, catching its breath from severe damage. My running with it did absolutely nothing to deplete its inexhaustible energy.

What's even stranger is that I found the surrounding scenery all seemed strangely familiar...

It's like this monster is driving me to go in circles?

Another fierce attack followed. The massive Deep One's body grazed past me like a cannonball, overturning a huge boulder by the roadside. The boulder tumbled down the cliff with a tremendous crash before falling heavily into the ravine below, causing trees to snap in mid-air.

During the brief moment I dodged, I glanced over and realized that I was walking on the top of a cliff next to the hot spring house. Falling rocks had narrowly escaped rolling past the hot spring and hadn't smashed the house into ruins.

A cunning glint appeared in the monster's eyes. It stretched out its tentacles, picked up several more boulders, and hurled them at me, seemingly intending to indiscriminately bombard me and block my path even if it couldn't hit me.

The giant deep-sea creature opened its ferocious maw and let out a hoarse roar at me. Its towering dorsal fin swayed slightly, displaying its malice under the moonlight, as if it would transform into a night wind and spread throughout the entire town.

Its tentacles became entangled in a rock, and just as it was about to throw it with its body, a huge rock flew in the opposite direction and hit its tentacles squarely, crushing a whole piece of flesh and leaving a scarlet stain on the ground.

"Select command: Counterattack!"

My body remained in the throwing motion, my muscles completely still, unleashing astonishing power at the limits of human capability, as I spoke with disdain.

"You want to beat me? I, Marcus Kakarot Sun, have never been afraid of anyone."

Chapter 197 Cut into his middle lane

The giant deep-sea creature was probably stunned by the rock, standing there without reacting, still flailing its muddy tentacles, futilely trying to throw the boulder.

However, the shattered and deformed tentacles twitched twice and then remained motionless as if they were dead.

At this moment, the giant deep-diving creature recovered from the chaos, a look of fury flashing across its eyes, its bulging eyeballs instantly filled with the hunger of hunting.

It saw its fleeing prey stop!

The monster's throat writhed, making strange "whooshing" sounds, and a foul-smelling liquid gushed from its abdomen, spewing out nauseating debris.

Now I see that the dark green corrosive liquid it spews out of its mouth is the highly acidic gastric juice from its stomach!

This liquid can not only be used to digest interstellar vampires in the stomach, but also to attack enemies from a distance; a slight touch can cause flesh to be torn apart!

My previous attack on its stomach caused a massive loss of stomach acid and food. The stomach fluids it had managed to recover and store up immediately turned into vengeful arrows and flew towards me.

After Dolanco's explanation, I have gained a much better understanding of the Deep Diver's physical structure and characteristics. I will no longer be at a loss when faced with a Deep Diver with its abdomen cut open, and I will no longer waste the opportunity.

Faced with the overwhelming corrosive liquid, the colonist system did not flee in panic. Switching to counter-attack mode, I reversed my previous cowardly attitude and began a tit-for-tat battle!

I saw my muscles bulge, and I used bioelectricity and adrenaline to speed up my nerve reaction. The battle command spread throughout my body like lightning!

The colonist system manipulated my body, using the most common things around me as weapons. I grabbed a rock with one hand, exerted force, and threw it at the Deep One.

The boulder broke through the air barrier with lightning speed, arriving even before the ejected corrosive liquid, and struck the giant, writhing maw of the massive deep-sea creature.

"boom!"

The boulder, weighing nearly two hundred kilograms, struck the monster in the face with the force of a comet hitting the moon, interrupting its second wave of acid attack before it could even begin.

According to Dolanco, such acid attacks are hunting tactics used by monsters to ambush their prey, and are inevitably based on the psychological element of bullying the weak.

So my direct attack was designed to lull it into a false sense of security, making it think that I, who was good at escaping, was less aggressive than Gray.

As the Deep One howled and collapsed backward, I turned around, picked up a few more stones, and threw them at the acid in mid-air.

The boulder cannot completely block the arrival of acid rain, but it can effectively hinder the spread of corrosive liquids.

After a sickening, corrosive sound, the spot where I stood was covered in signs of decay. The vegetation quickly withered and turned black, the soil eroded and rotted, and the fallen stones were riddled with uneven pits. Only my position formed a perfect safety zone; I hadn't moved an inch, and the ground around me remained completely unharmed.

The giant deep-sea creature had an impact wound on its face and several broken fangs. It quickly got up from the ground, took a small step back, ran half a circle around me, and stood on the edge of the cliff five meters away, staring at me with an uncertain look in its eyes.

I didn't move either, and I remembered Dolanco's words: "Deep Divers are not beasts by nature; they only unleash their wildness when their bloodline is just beginning to emerge or when their lives are in danger. Therefore, be careful once a Deep Diver adopts a wary and confrontational posture."

"At this moment, the Deep Ones are not considering whether to attack, but rather summarizing their experiences and launching a new round of attacks. Their hunting instincts will guide them to the enemy's weaknesses and attack their vulnerable points."

Therefore, I did not launch a rash attack.

Well, being under the control of the colonizer system, my thoughts are irrelevant. While my knowledge and experience may help the colonizer system plan strategies, I myself have no say in the matter.

In other words, faced with this life-or-death battle, if it were me in control, I would have run back to Mineral Town long ago!

However, since the colonist system's command is called Counterattack Mode, it will automatically launch a counterattack against enemy attacks and will never stop unless either the opponent or I fall.

The Deep Ones took a breath and, finding that I remained motionless as if frozen in mid-air, finally launched an attack.

This time, the Deep One's movements were no longer characterized by wide, sweeping motions. It landed on all fours, one of its tentacles nimbly transforming into a supporting leg, using its running motion to charge at me.

"Good timing."

I confidently commented, assuming the colonist system would guide me in a nimble defense and counterattack. But the monster's claws were practically touching my head, and it remained completely still…

In an instant, I broke out in a cold sweat!

What happened? Did the cheat program log off because I ran out of balance?

Was this colonization system developed by the Ma family?

Only by spending money can you become stronger? Mr. Ma, can't I just spend money?!

How about renewing your Penguin Membership for 100 years?

Fortunately, just as I was about to delete my account, I moved.

I adjusted my stance, slightly shifting to my right to avoid the Deep One's impact, while simultaneously raising my right arm to calmly block the claws' thrusts in front of me.

Although the movements were understated, the sound effects were astonishing. With a clang of metal, my body swayed slightly, my arm felt like it had been struck by lightning, and I took a step back, remaining standing until I stopped moving.

Just as I was wondering why the colonist system was taking the attack head-on instead of dodging, a loud bang came from behind me. The thick tentacle, which had quietly healed, was now deeply embedded in the ground behind me, struggling and writhing. Perhaps it had used too much force, because when it was pulled out of the soil, the tentacle's mouthparts were still chewing on a mouthful of gravel.

Two familiar attacking sequences!

Fortunately, the colonists did not retreat rashly; otherwise, under the deception of the seemingly ferocious but actually feinting claw attack, I would surely have been bitten through the chest by the subsequent killing move.

I raised my arm, and the sleeve where I had struck my right arm had disappeared, revealing the arm guard hidden beneath. The arm guard displayed astonishing hardness, leaving only two shallow scratch marks.

Just then, I heard Doranco's voice again: "Master Ma, don't fight him head-on, try to cut through his mid lane!"

"..."

I don't know Wing Chun, what's the point of telling me this! Why is your mental pollution so severe at a crucial moment!

Doranco's original words were that the attacks of the giant Deep One were based on its powerful regenerative abilities, and ordinary counterattacks could not achieve an overwhelming victory. The Deep One's vital point was neither its head nor its internal organs, but the most inconspicuous and difficult-to-attack bone in the center of its body!

The reason Deep One risked losing both arms to protect his body during his fight with Gray was not because he was afraid of internal organ damage, but because he was worried that the bones supporting his body would be shattered and unable to recover quickly.

This can be seen from the fact that its left arm bone degenerated into a limb after breaking.

In boxing, the "central route" refers to the body's midline, including the back of the neck, chest, dantian (lower abdomen), and groin. But this monster's "central route" refers to the deformed bones of the chest and abdomen along the body's central axis, as well as the long axis of the spine. As the saying goes, it's better to break one finger than injure all ten…

What I'm going to do is break its bones and scatter its ashes!

Chapter 198 A Powerful Strike

The monster's attack was caught off guard due to its extreme speed, and I had already taken the initiative to move.

Just as I inhaled the strong fishy smell emanating from the Deep One, the First Dimension Armor had already extended its blades. With a two-step running start, I flipped over the Deep One's dorsal fin and slid down quickly from the height, letting the blades touch its skin.

"Shh!"

With a long tearing sound, I landed, briefly colliding with the monster before distancing myself again. All that remained was a deep, long wound along the central axis of the Deep One's back, at the base of its dorsal fin.

The open wound revealed dark flesh, flowing with filthy blood, and the veins of some bones were faintly visible; this was my purpose.

After confirming the location of the monster's skeleton, I used the distance I had created to launch another charge at the monster.

The feeling was like being on a roller coaster that I couldn't control, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, with occasional 360-degree spins, and when I came to my senses I found myself back on the ground, and the cycle began again.

"Sorry, my mind really can't keep up with the system's operation. I'll definitely train hard when I get back." I thought to myself, if I don't pay attention to training, it might hinder my combat effectiveness, just like a fighter jet has to adapt to the limits of the human body.

While I was lost in thought, the movements were completed smoothly and effortlessly.

Arms armor, though small and sturdy, did not diminish my combat effectiveness. I zigzagged in front of the Deep One, swiftly changing my position to avoid being anticipated.

Just as the giant deep-sea creature twisted its body in anger and lashed out with a thick tentacle, I instantly somersaulted into the air, skillfully dodging its attack. The perfect coordination felt as if the monster was cooperating with me in a martial arts performance.

But I showed no mercy in my actions.

The colonist system controlled my body, instantly moving me five steps away and closing the distance to the monster's side once again.

This distance... is the distance for an assassination!

The edge of the blade quickly retracted, replaced by a cold, beautiful rapier dagger, hidden beneath my waving arm.

The colossal Deep One swatted at a fly like a clumsy giant, futilely trying to strike a target that was far too agile. Instead, my blade swiftly approached the Deep One, silently darting out like a venomous snake, leaving a trail of blood.