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

Seeing this, Gray and I separated to the left and right, each extending a hand to support his tilted shoulder. We began to regulate our breathing with completely different postures and frequencies, slowly suppressing the raging wind and pulling Stuart back from the brink of the building's collapse.

Stuart, his face flushed from exertion and rapid breathing, mumbled to us, "Thank you."

"Boss, something's not right here..."

Gray shouted, but even that volume was broken in the storm.

I said matter-of-factly, "You don't need to tell me, I'm not blind..."

Gray and I exchanged a glance and continued walking forward against the fierce wind. The small bay had lost its original tranquility. The fallen coconut trees and the crashing waves were a shocking sight, as if countless ferocious beasts lurking in the sea were roaring and preparing to land, spreading the most naked destructive desires.

The low-lying leaden clouds, the torrential downpour, the dark and treacherous sea, and the boundless, eerie landscape are all laid out before my eyes. In this world, even the most powerful creatures are but a drop in the ocean, and even the most formidable military force is as fragile as a pile of eggs. Even though I have seen the wonders of the universe, I am still amazed by the malice of nature.

"Sheriff! Is Elliott really here?!"

Stuart also shouted, expressing his opinion, "There's nothing here! She wouldn't come to such an obviously dangerous place!"

His words were useless. Gray grunted, and his body, braving the gale, seemed to have flipped a switch, his steps quickening as he rushed into the chaotic shore.

I was about to walk forward when Stuart grabbed me: "Sheriff! Did you hear that?!"

He said anxiously, "It's obvious there's no one here! We should hurry and look elsewhere!!"

My expression was extremely grave at that moment. My face turned ashen as I turned around abruptly, which probably startled him as well.

My tone was devoid of any unnecessary emotion: "No! We must search this place; I'm certain something's wrong here!"

“But…but there’s nothing here!!” Stuart was discouraged for a moment, but still insisted on his opinion.

"Yes...there's nothing here..."

I muttered something to myself, then suddenly grabbed him by the collar, wiped the rain off my face, and tried my best to move my numb facial nerves to make my expression look more lively. I pointed at the shore and roared.

"Then explain to me where the ships that were supposed to be docked are!!!"

Chapter 599 The Strange Tales of Mineral Town Harbor (Part Two)

This yacht, which integrates modern industrial technology and is capable of cutting through waves and sailing freely at any time, has disappeared from this harbor at some unknown time, just like ink melting after a heavy rain, completely dissipating into the darkness.

In the torrential rain, the harbor, which was once filled with yachts, was now deserted, revealing a chilling emptiness amidst the chaos.

This feeling is like suddenly boarding an empty bus during a peak time of day, or stumbling into a deserted parking lot during rush hour, turning the initial relief of surviving a close call into a chilling unease.

"Where's the boat...?"

Stuart suddenly realized something and said, trying to convince himself, "It must be... um... the ship must have left the harbor before the storm to find a safe haven!"

I think my eyes were full of helplessness.

In such heavy rain, when one could simply anchor and wait for the weather to clear, what reason is there to risk capsizing and forcing one to set sail and confront the raging storm head-on?

In the torrential rain, Gray was as small as a fallen leaf, yet he moved nimbly across the beach. Rocks and withered trees crashed into him, but they did not hinder him in the slightest—Gray caught the attacks steadily with his chest and back, as easily as if bathed in a gentle breeze.

“Grey, are you wearing…” I asked tentatively.

Gerfred casually patted the raindrops off his face. "Well, the first-dimensional armor I mentioned last time, I've developed a prototype... As for the effect, it'll be about one or two times better than expected! It's nothing to brag about!"

Curious, I patted his torso and could indeed feel the flexible and sturdy armor under his clothes. I could clearly see that the new equipment was not exaggeratedly thick, but its protective ability was already excellent.

"Well done!"

I showered him with praise, saying, "You've built what I described in such a short time. It seems the Bat Armor is just around the corner! Has its defensive capabilities been tested?"

Gray feigned modesty and said, "I haven't fully tested it, but I'd guess the maximum is a normal strike."

That's good enough! Judging by Gray's destructive power standards, it should be able to withstand ordinary accidental attacks without any problem. I just don't know how it performs in terms of auxiliary combat and ergonomic design.

But according to the setting of anime, this part can be made up for by technical ability, willpower, telekinesis, chakra, vest power, or even any random random thing!

Because a true Otoko is someone who risks their life to TTK for the beliefs in Mamoru's heart!

"Then let me try throwing a punch!"

I said with great interest.

Gray, who was secretly enjoying the praise, immediately panicked. Perhaps remembering the guys I had beaten through, he quickly changed his tune, saying, "Boss... I think this test... I think we can postpone it! Let me tell you about the clues I found first!"

Gray's eyes lit up, and he quickly shifted the topic to one that we were both interested in.

"Okay, tell me quickly."

Gray had just run back and forth, using the hunting skills he learned in the tribe to explore every corner of the harbor. His quick return must mean he had discovered some important clue.

"I found a broken anchor on the beach."

Gray said that.

...Broken anchor?

Could it be that Kay's boat disappeared because the storm broke the anchor cable, causing it to drift out to sea uncontrollably?

"No, that description isn't quite accurate... or rather, the situation is different from what you think..."

Gray attempted to describe what he saw in a secondary way.

"I did see the anchor on the beach, but something's not right about it... Never mind, you guys come and take a look!"

The young man struggled for a while, but couldn't express anything except for being at a loss for words, which was a pity.

Therefore, young people should study hard and acquire knowledge so that they won't blurt out such an embarrassing statement at a crucial moment.

Even when browsing some interesting websites, try to focus on content that expands your knowledge, and don't just click on anything based on its cover. After all, you're all young, and you have a long road ahead of you. You must learn to be self-disciplined, cultivate a tranquil mind and a balanced lifestyle, and not waste your precious youth.

Also, don't ask me why I clicked on it too—I did it to persuade everyone here!

…………

Under the pitch-black sky, the torrential rain poured down like a showerhead turned on full blast, while the gloomy sea transformed into a swampy bathtub. With the relentless storm carrying tens of thousands of tons of rain, this world should have been gradually submerged...

But all three of us saw a strange anchor underwater.

Unlike the old-fashioned hook anchors, the forged steel rod anchor has its claws and shaft as a single unit, with a horizontal bar perpendicular to the plane of the claws. At this moment, the single claw is deeply embedded in the soil, and the steel chain is firmly wrapped around the anchor. The two depend on each other, like a beautiful and sturdy work of art, demonstrating the only unchanging persistence in disorder and chaos.

Stuart and I stared in disbelief at the spectacle, but our shock quickly turned into the same bewilderment as Gray's—a feeling that something was off, but we couldn't quite put our finger on it.

"The anchor is intact... so the chain must be broken?" I muttered to myself.

Gray pointed to the anchor and said, "Judging from the scene before us, it appears to have broken. But this break doesn't seem like a natural phenomenon..."

The heavy iron chain had been washed ashore by the waves and was buried among the rocks and gravel. Gray quickly found the other end, pulled it up, and brought it to us.

“Look here.”

Gray gripped the broken chain, running his fingers along the cut, and said confidently, "The surface is as smooth as a mirror; it definitely doesn't look like it was torn apart by the waves... It looks more like it was chopped open with an axe!"

The iron cable was chopped open?!

So, was the disappearance of the Pegasus a man-made disaster?

Did someone do this on purpose...?

My first suspect is Miss Elliott, because I followed the clues here, but the clues inexplicably broke down. Even if I don't know what the benefit of doing this is, as long as I assume that this is useful, then who benefits the most from this is the person who cannot be cleared of suspicion!

With a hint of suspicion, I glanced at Stuart casually, and he immediately became furious, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Elliot couldn't do that! She wouldn't do such a thing!"

Uh...that seems to be true...

How could a frail woman like her possibly swing an axe and cut through an iron chain as thick as an arm? And how did she manage to get the ship away without Kay's knowledge? Was she some kind of superhumanly strong?

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up again, causing us to stagger and fall to the ground. It took us a long time to finally stand up.

As I approached the beach, I felt a sudden dizziness, as if the whole world had turned into a small boat, about to capsize in the storm...

Wait a moment……

As I lay down, I checked the water level and the distance to my line of sight, and a sudden question welled up in my mind...

Since the anchor is still securely anchored in the water, shouldn't it be firmly locked to the seabed rocks and soil? How could we see it so easily! And how could the anchor chain be unusually "scraped" onto the shore!

I suddenly reached out and tightened the anchor chain around my hand, testing the anchor's stability underwater. Using the pull, I slowly stood up from the ground, transforming into a madman wrestling with the sea and the storm, my voice trembling with astonishment.

This level of sturdiness makes it impossible for someone to pull up the anchor and then fake it!

So, the anchor was intact, the chain was broken unexpectedly, the yacht disappeared, and a strong storm was coming... There must be a reasonable explanation behind all these strange phenomena!

Since traditional reasoning is no longer effective in this situation, we can only rely on social reasoning to solve the problem! Eliminating the flawed lines of thought that have already been ruled out, I've found the least logically plausible, but most reasonable explanation…

So, did Kay cut the mooring lines and abandon the anchor, willingly getting himself caught in the storm?

Why did he do this in the face of such a terrible storm? Shouldn't he, as a sailor, know best how terrible this storm was?

wrong……

Even terror has different levels...

It's more despairing than anything we already know...

Is it the unknown that's terrifying...?

"I see!"

I suddenly shouted.

"The seabed... is moving..."

"It's this seabed...approaching us!!!"

Chapter 600 The Strange Tales of Mineral Town Harbor (Part 3)

The ocean waves surged and rolled, Poseidon's giant halberd disrupted the currents, recklessly churning the surface and creating countless whirlpools and undercurrents that layered around the isolated island in the sea.

Corresponding to the broken anchor cast deep into the seabed is an unknown force that is slowly lifting the seabed, threatening to overturn the heavens and the earth at any moment, causing the land we stand on to suddenly shatter in the air like the bubbles the Little Mermaid transformed into—and judging by the color, it's a black version of the Little Mermaid…

Stuart stared blankly at the ocean in the downpour, his hands gripping the sand on the ground, listening intently to some sound, his eyes filled with despair.

"Elliot...is she still alive?"

His tone was devoid of emotion, perhaps he had lost the capacity to feel fear or pain. "In such a vast ocean... in such a storm... can humans really survive?"

I patted him on the shoulder.

“Normally, being thrown into such a vast ocean would mean certain death. But don’t forget, she’s likely on a large ship right now, perhaps in a safer place than we are…”