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

The water element asked curiously, "Huh? Why? I was clearly very confident."

I stared at it coldly: "With this gooey, water-elemental shape, what kind of weird person would fall for your trick? You're putting the cart before the horse!"

Upon hearing what I said, the water element finally let out a mournful cry and sank most of its body into the water, bubbling and gurgling in frustration.

While it's unclear why this somewhat mentally unstable water elemental is so determined to become a goddess, to be honest, its appearance has changed significantly since then. For example, its body proportions and waistline are now vaguely discernible, suggesting it's reached the level of a slime-ified female version.

She meticulously crafted the hair area, using the ripples of water to create a textured effect, which may eventually mimic the shape of a human.

But this face is so awful, it's completely unattractive!

Failed! Try again!

“***-002, quickly put down ***-001 in your hand, let me introduce ***-003 to you.”

I spoke to the water elemental codenamed "Dry Earth".

The water element then slowly emerged from the pool and stopped blowing bubbles.

"It's the third containment object, codenamed 'Carlos Beach,' you can also call it Groudon—anyway, the guy won't understand."

"Oh..." The water elemental was still blowing bubbles in frustration. "I'm so envious of other contained objects that have physical forms. I'm so stupid, I can't even imitate them."

Seeing that the water element was going further and further down the path of tea ceremony, I quickly gave it some advice, "Save your energy. Let me tell you, the hot spring area will be holding events again, and the girls from town will be coming here. You might as well save your energy and focus on imitating their appearance and changing your features as soon as possible."

The water elemental exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! You can do that too!"

I slapped its head, splashing water all over myself. "Oh my god! Looks like I still have to suggest you improve your brain first... I'm going down the mountain now, I'll call you again next time, okay?"

I was about to head down the mountain with the giant, dumbfounded spider when the water elemental called out from behind, "Hey! You haven't taken your flower yet!"

I didn't even turn my head, eager to catch up on my sleep.

"Here are the flowers for you. Get some rest and goodnight."

Chapter 556 How is he any different from that traitor Cao Cao?

The summer rain came suddenly, drizzling down on this lonely little town. Dark clouds covered the sea, and a strong wind howled over the hills. Herbs and trees swayed in the wind and rain, and even in the early morning, the sun was nowhere to be seen.

I walked against the wind toward the sea, pausing to watch the slightly turbulent ocean for a while. Suddenly, I imagined an old man steering his boat through the storm, battling sharks that were entangled in his prey. As the oars slapped against the water, the old man, gradually exhausted, roared, showing no sign of backing down in the face of the sharp-toothed sharks that were becoming increasingly frenzied by the blood in the sea.

But the next moment, a sudden wave crashed into the body of the wave in front of it, and the old man and the shark, the attacker and the resister, the will and the violence, both vanished into nothingness, leaving no trace...

A small house by the sea.

Gotz woke up groggily to my knocking, staggered to open the door, but I pushed him so hard he stumbled, and he saw me rush into the house and start rummaging through drawers and cabinets...

"Marcus, what brings you here so early... Hey, why did you suddenly barge in! And why are you rummaging through the fridge! Call the police! It's a robbery!"

As I rummaged through the refrigerator, I said irritably, "What are you calling the police for? I'm a police officer, you can talk to me if you have any problems! Okay, citizen, please move aside, this officer is robbing someone, please don't disturb me!"

I searched the refrigerator for a while, and then I started to rummage through his desk drawers, but this time Gotz resolutely rushed up and wouldn't let me continue.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, I asked in a cold voice, "Oh? You dare to stop me! Do you know how many flights of stairs you have to carry a bag of rice up?!"

Gotz reluctantly stepped in front of him: "Uh, I'm just, I'm just fighting crime... Yes! Fighting crime!"

I said approvingly, "Good! Very good! Excellent! If you, as an ordinary resident, can have this awareness, this place will never become like Gotham! I will fully support you in protecting your interests!"

Then I changed my tone, "But you have to understand, the sheriff only fights crime, not unexpected events, like... wild animal attacks..."

I:

((?(???)?))=>((?(???)?))

Police Leopard:

ヘ(^?ェ?^))))Σ≡=─（We're here!）

Two imposing gray police leopards appeared outside the cabin, letting out threatening growls, their front paws poised to strike as they arched their bodies.

"Ah! There's a big cat! Help me!" Gotz was startled by the sudden appearance of the creature. I took the opportunity to step forward and pull open the drawer he was hiding behind him.

"Marcus! Stop it!"

Gotz's aura changed drastically, a surging energy emanating from his body, his muscles bulging with tension, and he instinctively pushed forward like a bear.

The palm strike was swift and powerful, combining force and accuracy. This caused my colonizer system to react automatically, pushing my body forward against all reason and turning to kick him in the leg.

Clearly, the colonist system was in evasion mode, so it didn't reveal the "First Dimension" arm armor hidden on its body. However, the kick still landed squarely on his shin, just like I kicked a reinforced concrete building. Not only did it not budge, but it also bounced my force back.

In that split second, I saw what was inside the drawer. Inside the large drawer of the birchwood desk, there was only an amulet, a dark green stone carving, and a notebook bound with layers of fine hemp rope and sealed with encryption.

"Tch, there's so little in there. I thought you were hiding some pornographic books..."

I slammed the drawer shut, took two steps back, dusted off my hands, and said dismissively.

Gotz turned around again as if facing a formidable enemy, guarding the table, and said nervously with his arms outstretched, "Marcus, stop messing around, what are you looking for?"

I walked around with my hands behind my back and said confidently, "Looking for something to eat."

"Huh? Looking for food?" Gotz was dumbfounded.

I sighed and looked at him with a helpless expression: "Do you understand the pain of a rancher?"

Gotz remained dumbfounded: "What do you mean?"

Hmph, the rancher's pain is...

"I'm washing seaweed...washing seaweed..."

Before the song "Unravel" was even finished, tears were already streaming down my face.

Yesterday I almost achieved the 48-hour "cultivation marathon" feat, so I lay down hoping for a good night's sleep. Every night, I spend the first half watching melodramatic videos and the second half listening to catchy songs, with the accompaniment of "I want O-Pao, I want O-Pao" in between, so I really can't get any sleep for long.

A strong wind blew in the middle of the night and pushed open my door, which I had forgotten to lock. So this morning, I found the house full of animals running around and jumping about.

Everything, big and small, was gathered in the little house. Horses scurried about, leopards leaped, two chicks chirped and flapped their wings above my head, and a strange green creature kicked my knee, making weird noises as if it wanted to eat a cucumber...

In short, everything is absolutely terrible!

"System notification: The animal is starving."

“殖民者所饲养的动物（阿尔法鸡1、阿尔法鸡2、野马1、野马2…野马4、猎豹1、猎豹2、河童1），由于缺乏可食用库存物品，已经陷入了饥饿状态，持续下去将导致营养不良直至死亡，请及时补充食物来源。”

Good heavens, everyone's starving!

I had only taken a nap, but the animals, hungry, first broke into the chicken coop and ate all the Alpha chicks' feed when they weren't looking. Then, still with empty stomachs, they gathered in the room where I was sleeping and started causing trouble.

As we all know, when a person is tired and exhausted, they can stay awake and active for a long time, but once they sit still, they are likely to fall asleep.

At the same time, if you fall asleep and are woken up before you have had enough energy, you will fall into a state of even greater fatigue, or even close to fainting...

"Hey Marcus, you've had it tough too..."

After I finished recounting my experience with dark circles under my eyes, Gotz sighed deeply, patted my shoulder, and said with empathy, "Back when we were sailing the seas, the wolf cubs on the ship were like that every day. They would fight as soon as they had a full meal, and then cry out that they were hungry again... I was so worried about preparing enough food for them that I was losing hair every day..."

I patted the leopard's head. "Yeah, I was only going to keep two animals, and I let them forage for themselves. I didn't expect these wild horses to be so unsuited to the grass here, and even the police leopards couldn't catch the field mice..."

The police leopard let out a disgruntled howl, indicating that it wasn't that it wasn't trying hard enough, but rather that the field mouse was too cunning.

At this point, I rubbed my hands together and looked at Gotz expectantly, "You've said so much, and you've built up the emotions... Shouldn't you obediently hand over the food?"

"Why should I?!"

Gotz roared, "As the town's sheriff, shouldn't you be protecting the residents' property? How can you do something like this so casually!"

I scratched my head and said in confusion, "But that's how it's written in novels... As the protagonist, shouldn't he just go to his kind neighbor's house to get whatever he needs?"

Gotz slammed his fist on the table and said, "Don't bring novels into reality so easily! Anyone who tries to find a sense of reality in a fictional world has something wrong with their head!"

Without my instructions, the police leopards went back to their sacred laziness, lying in the corner with their eyes closed to rest and conserve their energy.

As I petted the big cat, I looked up and said, "It's not just in novels... Can't the protagonists in games also ransack NPCs' homes and steal things hidden in the nooks and crannies?"

Gotz, with the same expression as the environmentalist, said, "But the person in front of you is a person! A living, breathing person! How could you..."

Before Gotz could finish speaking, I stopped his performance: "Alright, alright, put away your warning for now. I think you're like Sun Quan fighting Zhang Liao—courting death! I'm just asking you one question: are you going to give it to me or not?"

The burly man before them was now radiating light, as if countless righteous souls had descended upon him.

"No way! I'd rather die than give it to you!"

I stroked my chin and slowly turned around, saying in a voice just loud enough for him to hear, "Then I'll be going. If I run into Mrs. Lilia on the way, I'll tell her about your crush, and how you wrote a whole book of love letters in your drawer..."

Upon hearing this, Gotz was shocked. He rushed to me and slammed the door shut with such force that the whole hut rattled. Then, he blocked my way and said frantically, "How do you know... No, no, don't talk nonsense! I've never done anything like that!"

I was just talking off the cuff, but I never expected this guy to turn into a suicide bomber and actually blurt out the truth.

Wait a moment……

Following this logic, will I actually be able to see Gotz's debut work in a record store next time?

"You bastard! How are you any different from that traitor Cao Cao!"

I pointed at his nose, heartbroken and furious, and said, "You had the nerve to criticize me so righteously just now, but look what you've done... Oh, I can't even bring myself to say it! You've lost the contest to Snoopy and Peppa Pig—you're worse than a pig or a dog!"

Gotz quickly covered my mouth, "Don't talk nonsense! I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you, okay!"

I coldly watched as he slapped my hand away. "Didn't you just say you'd rather die than give it to me? Are you ready to be reincarnated?"

Gotz paused for a moment, then chuckled, his mind quick: "I did say I wouldn't give it to you... but... I can give it to you willingly!"

He truly is a versatile talent with a background as a captain. He is flexible, resourceful, and courageous. Under his leadership, I have full confidence in watching him guide his crew through the vast... ditch.

When the white ship docked the day before yesterday, I personally witnessed the sailors taking all the leftover food to his house, which is why I came here today with a specific purpose: to freeload.

Finally, I rummaged through Gots's place and found a whole box of ingredients, mostly dried fish and shrimp from the sea, as well as his long-treasured collection of fruits and vegetables. To prevent the sailors from getting septicemia, the captain habitually stocked up on these fresh fruits and vegetables; it had become an unconscious habit of his.

"Hey, why is there still such a big empty space in the freezer?" I asked.

As Gotz tidied up the things in the freezer and leveled the stacks of cargo ready to be shipped, he turned to me and said, "On this voyage, a cook went insane and committed suicide. Those guys put him in the ship's freezer, planning to take him home for burial. When we arrived, the ship would turn off the power, so he was temporarily left with me. I took him away again the evening before last."

"Oh, it's a chef's position... Eh? Eh!!!!"

I continued the conversation without paying attention at first, and then I almost dropped the cargo box in my hand. Luckily, Gotz caught it in time.

"Isn't that a dead person?! You put a dead person in the freezer!!"

Gotz waved his hand dismissively, "Don't make a fuss, this is common in the Navigator's Alliance. We can't just throw our brothers into the sea to feed the sharks, can we?"

"That's true, but this is too much..." I hesitated.

“This route is difficult to navigate; I warned them long ago… I hope the chef’s misfortune was an accident, and I also hope they followed the route I instructed them to take…”

Gotz kept rambling on and on, and quickly finished his work. Puffs of white smoke were even coming out of his vest, making him stand out in the cold storage.