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

"The Cadwell Armory?! So, it seems we're on that ship from my dream, only a very, very long time has passed, and no one has bothered us since..."

"Kay, I clearly heard a voice in my dream that woke me up. The voice was definitely Boss Marcus, so why is he still unconscious?"

Hearing Gray's question, Kai said, "There's no answer to that. For example, I still don't understand why we got lost in the underwater whirlpool, or why we ended up on this island. If this island really is Kuroshio Island, the people who rescue us should already be on their way..."

"Will someone really come to rescue us!?"

Gray was overjoyed.

Kay nodded firmly, looking at the obscure, wave-like boundary.

"I came here to find this island... The ship's location is constantly broadcasting the latitude and longitude, and the alliance's ships are patrolling the edge of the storm day and night, ready to head to this island shrouded in mist at any time."

Kay turned his head to the side, took a deep breath, and finally mustered the courage to find the window. He looked out through the crack, just like Gray had done at the beginning.

The Kuroshio Current surged and roared around the island, its endless storms carrying the wrecked ship tossing amidst the towering waves. The monstrous waves, some as many as ten thousand tons, nearly extinguished any will to live.

In the gloomy sky, the shadow of nothingness seemed to lurk deep in the hollows of the muddy island, and in those even darker shadows—there was a giant pillar of black mist that stretched across the sky and earth, pressing down on the world.

The leaden clouds in the sky fluttered their wings, forming a blasphemous procession that swept across the island's decaying soil. A worrying shadow was cast from the sky by the storm that gazed down upon the earth, creating a chaotic world where the boundaries between dawn and dusk were blurred...

But soon, Kay let out a long sigh of relief, as if the most sinister and terrifying fantasies and illusions that had suddenly appeared in his mind had vanished in an instant.

"It's time to end the journey!"

At this moment, Kai had regained his mobility. He kicked open the long-rotten hatch, took out a familiar glowing glass ball from his pocket, and with a slight exertion of his strength, threw the True Jewel into the air, where it crashed and shattered on the top of the stranded old ship!

In an instant, it was as if a silver bottle had shattered, and the power contained within, as dazzling as starlight, instantly radiated countless rays of light, like a nebula descending to earth!

It was this sea of ​​starlight that formed the ethereal, ethereal clouds. From this sea of ​​light, a beam of light, powerful enough to blind anyone, shone down along the path of the towering, black-mist-shrouded pillar that the two had seen earlier, and instantly shot into the sky!

The shattered stars acted as a catalyst, merging into this long-frozen island. The decaying air began to slowly flow, transforming into an invisible whirlwind that howled away, lifting the thick veil in the sky and revealing a corner of the gray fog world behind it.

In that instant, Gray and Kai looked up and saw a strange night sky. The sky was filled with swirling, shimmering spheres, creating a dazzling, kaleidoscope-like spectacle. When the scene faded, they saw constellations or the Milky Way composed of countless radiant stars, which seemed to be smiling at them like an anthropomorphic face…

The two gazed at the sky with rapt attention, seemingly oblivious to the strange expression on their faces.

But as if to prove Kai's words, thunder rumbled in the distance amidst the storm, as if another thunderstorm was forming out of nowhere, dominating this chaotic world and slowly seeping inward.

Relying on the light emanating from the Jade of Truth, Gray strained his eyes and finally glimpsed many indistinct shadows rising and falling in the thick fog. After countless bombardments and waves, they finally revealed their proud figures.

Gray looked at Kay in surprise.

"A fleet! What a huge fleet! How did they find us?!"

Kay watched the slowly approaching fleet, his gaze fixed on the gleaming True Jade on the prow of each ship.

"The Jade of Truth is the gem that illuminates the fog before a navigator, revealing the destination. No matter how far away, its brilliance will never fade..."

"That's not the issue."

Gray asked in bewilderment, "What I want to ask is, how did your companions manage to sail these wrecked ships with their sails completely torn apart, through the storm to get here?"

"A wrecked ship!?"

Kay squinted, straining to observe, first recognizing the names of the ships clearly printed on their hulls: Bachimo, Zebrina, Mary Celeste, Jenny, Medan...

Countless ships silently made their way toward Kuroshio Island. Among them were large multi-masted ships with square sails, battleships with both wood and iron, three-masted square sailing ships from the North Sea, as well as small Hansa sailing ships, sail-oar boats, and small escort ships. They formed a vast expanse of sails that blotted out the sky, quietly approaching the muddy island.

This fleet of ships, drifting out from the distant mist, was actually suspended in the air above the sea, resembling a large group of eerie, floating ghost ships...

Chapter 625 The mission to save the world is entrusted to you.

Seeing Gray and Kai in a dream, trapped in a new predicament on Kuroshio Island once again, I nodded in satisfaction and turned to thank a hunched old man.

"Thank you, Dad. If we can wake those two young men up, they should be able to find a way to get me out of here too."

The voice that spoke in Kay and Grey's dream was definitely me.

Disrupting a dream from outside its realm is certainly simple—one could use methods like slapping, kicking, immersing in water, or burning—or one could exploit contradictions within the dream to highlight its absurdity, abruptly waking the person lost in it. But this act itself requires skill and talent, and I can only rely on Old Man Hook's help; otherwise, I'd be like someone with no sense of direction—how could I possibly guide or plan someone else's driving route?

For example, at this point, a white-bearded old swindler appears and tells you, "As a mature Maya, you should learn to allocate your own mage skills. Why don't you hurry up and open the skill tree?"

Then I'll teach you to max out one-handed sword mastery, two-handed sword mastery, warhammer mastery, dual-wielding proficiency, charge, cleave, berserk, whirlwind, critical strike enhancement, endurance, and battle cry, leaving a tiny bit of level 1 for Illumination.

"Alright, now let's try to take down this Fire Demon alone."

Do you dare to go for it?

"Didn't I tell you not to get involved in this?!"

Old Man Hook's face was wrinkled like a dehydrated orange peel, and his fingers seemed to want to poke into my eye sockets, probably trying to dig out the memory in my brain to see what I had remembered.

But I wouldn't take such a trivial matter to heart, and I casually shrugged without a shred of guilt.

"What can be done now that things have come to this?"

Before Old Man Hook could utter his next curse, Master Hong, like a boxer struggling to catch his breath after a fight against a British boxer in the ring, suddenly turned red in the face.

I took the opportunity to turn around and berate the old man.

"I admit you're right, but things aren't that simple. For example, in Train to Busan, they escaped six train cars full of zombies, but couldn't escape the human nature of the people in just one car. What does that tell us?"

Old Man Hook glared at me: "...What does that mean?"

I explained, "This means one section is better than six. King of Kings, ham sausage, jelly—I want Xizhilang! When I grow up, I want to be an astronaut!"

Even in his dream, Old Man Hook was almost driven to the brink of death by my anger. The pure white, boundless dreamscape around him flickered, as if it had encountered a light bulb with unstable power.

"Then go be an astronaut yourself! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've latched onto some unknown beings! If you had fallen to the bottom of the dream just now, you wouldn't have been able to escape no matter how powerful you are!"

"The bottom of the dream world? You mean that figure that looks like it's only in 360P resolution because it didn't have a premium membership?"

I asked curiously.

Old Man Hook instantly filled with rage: "That's Tavel At Umur! Even ordinary high-level beings would go mad and collapse upon glimpsing its true form, let alone a mortal like you! Beyond the boundaries of the Twilight Dream, it is a place that humans absolutely cannot set foot in!"

Hearing this, I felt a little scared.

In my memory, I did encounter some terrible situations. Even using the trump card of "King of Light" could only barely protect me and could not completely change the situation of collapse.

Or rather, it's true that the "King of Light" is capable of fighting against the unknown and non-existent, but using me as a vessel is far from enough. He simply doesn't have the ability to compete in the other's dream world. The best outcome might be that the two powerful beings exchange harsh words and then part ways, while I would simply shatter into a speck of dust in the dream world, with no chance of survival.

Fortunately, I remembered my trump card, "Ultimate Calamity," and with its ultimate power that transcends time and space, it pulled me back from the brink of sudden death.

"Stop spacing out, tell me what you encountered this time? Why were you suddenly able to get to such a deep place in the dream? How did that novice priest teach you the dream-entering technique?"

"When it comes to courting death, you always manage to reach new heights I could never have imagined..." Old Man Hook said indignantly.

I said sheepishly, "I'm not as outstanding as you say..."

Old Man Hook roared, "Was I praising you? Tell me!"

I had no choice but to honestly explain, "Dad, I really don't know what happened this time..."

"I just happened to stumble upon the ship that Kai was on the way, and then I risked crossing a place underwater. On the way, I was accidentally attacked by an insider... After that, I found myself trapped in one dream after another, each one more bizarre than the last."

I told Old Man Hook a series of bizarre dream stories, hoping to get some inspiration from him.

If an ordinary person heard my rambling description, they would probably be completely confused.

What are dreams? They are simply a collection of strange and absurd thoughts. Even if I remember all the details, I can't piece these stories together into a coherent plot.

However, Old Man Hook is skilled in dream manipulation. In this dream world, he can directly read my thoughts. As long as I think in that direction, all my memories will be laid bare before him.

Therefore, as I recalled and described, Old Man Hook had actually been analyzing my memories in his special way and piecing them together again in the form of dreams.

After I finished telling the messy story, I noticed that Old Man Hook's face was extremely gloomy. I thought to myself, "Oh no, could it be that I did something wrong that made this old man, who has seen so much, suddenly lose his composure?"

"Dad, did I do something wrong? I don't think I did anything wrong..."

Old Man Hook suddenly looked up, gritting his teeth as he said, "It's terrifying precisely because you didn't do anything... Do you know what kind of dream you've entered?"

I shook my head decisively.

"The dream you're trapped in belongs neither to Kay, nor to Gray, nor even necessarily to that third person... These dreams are like layers upon layers of cleverly disguised traps, each step deceptive, designed to pull you into the deepest part of the dream..."

Old Man Hook lowered his head and drew a pattern of countless nested rings out of thin air. "This pattern is just countless rings going around in circles, but the only constant is the very center point. That's both the starting point and the end. I've never seen such an ingenious design... Let me see where the core is hidden..."

As he spoke, Old Man Hook trembled as if electrocuted, blood instantly welling in his eyes, even tinging his dreams with a hazy, dark crimson hue, and the whole world seemed to crumble.

However, Old Man Hook, his face covered in blood, suddenly turned around, and a face appeared from the back of his head in utter horror, asking in a completely different, deep voice: "Describe it again, what was the name of the person you dreamed about last?"

Old Yorke's entrance was so spectacular that even my heart stopped for a few seconds before I recovered.

As the crimson hue on the horizon slowly faded, I suppressed my strong urge to complain and carefully said, "It was a math professor, I think his name was Craven..."

The image of that dark, cramped room flashed before my eyes again, along with those eyes that seemed to have seen through all the mysteries of the world, crackling with arcs of electricity from time tunnels. I couldn't help but add, "He seemed to have said something about meeting again before the truth..."

Old Yorkson adjusted his old-fashioned top hat and said in a low voice, "If I'm not mistaken, I once corresponded with this Craven and we even discussed some philosophical ideas... I never imagined that this extremely talented young man could go this far, gaining such wisdom from a dream..."

...Old man, say that again? Were you involved in this mess too?!

“The Caldwell Armory… I understand…”

Old Yorkson pondered for a moment, then finally looked up at me.

“Hook was attacked by the evil spirit in your dream just now, and I haven’t had a chance to tell you about our research on reality anchors yet. Time is limited, so there are some things I can’t go into too much detail, but you need to remember what I’m about to say…”

"no!"

I firmly refused, saying, "I have a very low desire to learn. I simply can't remember it if the purpose isn't clearly explained!"

Old Yorkson remained expressionless, speaking with the same calm tone as when the National Development and Reform Commission announced a gasoline price increase the next day.

"Because you will wake up in thirty seconds, and the safety of this world will be in your hands..."

Chapter 626: I've seen this episode.

Kuroshio Island.

The vast fleet of ghost ships drifted to the shallows and, with remarkable discipline, anchored on the eerie, muddy shore.

The rotten, barnacle-covered bottom of the boat opened up, dropping one broken anchor after another, which hung vertically in mid-air meaninglessly, like the unjustly dead suspended in mid-air, drifting and swaying silently.

"Kay, did you take the wrong prop?"

Deep aboard the stranded ship, Gray seemed to feel a chill run down his spine as he looked at the horrific scene outside. He nudged the dazed Kai, saying, "It's clearly not the Navigators' Alliance that's here; it looks more like the Undead Alliance..."

The young man wearing a purple headscarf stared in disbelief, and it took him a long time to shut his mouth.

"These ships... are all well-known vessels in the Alliance's history that sank due to accidents, and all of them disappeared in mysterious waters for unexplained reasons..."

Kai was lost in thought. "But Grandpa told me that these ships were all wrecked by the mysterious monster wave that appeared at sea."