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

"Monster Wave?"

"Oh, it's a huge wave that suddenly comes from the deep sea, carrying enormous energy. It's not just an ordinary wave like those in a storm; it's two to three times higher than other waves, often appearing suddenly and disappearing just as suddenly, without a trace. Even the largest ships will be capsized without any resistance..."

As Kay was talking, Gray suddenly patted him on the shoulder, as if he had remembered something.

The next second, Gray spoke first, "Have you ever thought that the Monster Wave is somewhat similar to the wave you mentioned that can escape the Black Storm?"

"...I really hadn't considered that possibility."

"Think about it again. Suddenly, a vortex stream flying out of that vortex in a different direction flew out of the predicament at an extremely high speed and crashed into a ship that was sailing normally. That's what you call the monster wave..."

Gray used his hands to simulate the appearance of a ship being overturned, and looked at Kai again.

"what happened?"

"I'm puzzled," Kay said.

Gray swallowed hard, then said somewhat awkwardly to his friend, "Turn around and look...it looks like someone's walking this way..."

The towering pillar of black mist dissipated slightly, and starlight shone upon the land. Amidst the fleet exuding an aura of decay and misfortune, a hunched figure, resembling a black beetle, trudged along the muddy beach, slowly raising its head to gaze at the endless sky.

In the sky, which Gray and Kai couldn't see for some reason, an endless galaxy and constellations formed a sharp vertical pupil, looking down at the tiny insects on the gray island below. The phosphorescent starlight scattered like dust emitted a sharp light, instantly trapping the black insect-like figures.

"Hey! Where are you going... Hey, boss, you're awake! Why are you holding me..."

Upon seeing this figure, Kai lost all composure and rushed out of the cabin, stumbling and running along the winding, muddy slope, risking slipping as he climbed up the wet boulders.

Above this fallen island, submerged in the sea, a miasma hangs in the air, reflecting a chilling array of colors that distorts even the celestial glow. Only those who actually set foot here can sense the pervasive atmosphere of threat and mystery. Even a seemingly ordinary, flat patch of mud can appear concave at first glance and convex upon closer inspection.

Kai stumbled and ran for an unknown distance before finally arriving in front of the figure, but then hesitated to move forward.

Upon hearing footsteps, the hunched figure gazing up at the sky finally turned his gaze back and stared intently at the source of the sound.

A strange gust of wind blew, and as the tattered outer robe slipped off the head, it revealed a horrifying face with a gaunt appearance, sunken eyes, ashen skin, and flesh that had dried up and clung to the bones. It was not hard to see that this faded and deformed robe was a bizarre burial garment used to wrap the deceased.

But Kay called out softly, seemingly unfazed by the horrifying appearance before him.

"Grandpa...aren't you dead...?"

After saying that, two lines of tears involuntarily streamed down Kai's face.

“Kay, I am indeed dead… but as I said before I died… what is immortal is not the dead, for even death is annihilated in eternity…”

The old man, who looked like a mummified corpse, showed no change in expression, and made hoarse, unpleasant sounds from his shriveled, sunken abdomen.

"But why are you here?"

A thousand thoughts swirled around Kai. Even though his familiar relatives had turned into mummies, Kai seemed to feel no fear whatsoever, only a heart full of doubt.

“Barbossa didn’t tell you? That’s good…”

The old man, resembling a desiccated corpse, muttered to himself, "Seven days after my burial, my successor Barbossa will surely, as planned, place my body in a coffin ship made of ghostwood and send it to the burial place of this sea tyrant, Harald..."

"I do not understand……"

"I don't understand," Kay said painfully. "Why are you and Brother Zack so fixated on this insignificant little island?! Was the tragedy back then really your decision?!"

The old man, whose body was nearly decaying and seemed about to crumble into dust at any moment, stubbornly stood upright.

"child……"

He raised his head again, gazing into the unfathomable astral sky, letting the dazzling light and foul miasma react violently in mid-air, colliding and dissolving with each other, like a boiling, churning pool of water.

"Whatever the reason, I have done many selfish things and dragged many innocent people into misfortune, so I have never been able to understand your parents' naive ideas..."

"I also know that our ancestors were a group of selfish and self-serving people who provoked something that humans could not fight against, so they abandoned their homes and left, leaving their descendants with countless days and nights of wandering and drifting..."

"Until I met some old guys... these miners, each one from a lower social class, actually unleashed a power I never expected, delaying the tolling of the death knell, and perhaps it will never come..."

“I just realized that your parents haven’t strayed from my teachings… They just saw through my defeatism and, influenced by a bunch of equally lawless guys, chose to confront the terrifying figure head-on…”

The fragmented description came from the old man's mummified abdomen, and then he asked Kai.

"What did Barbosa tell you before you came here?"

Kay said, "That day, Chairman Barbossa told me a lot about you, Grandpa, and then asked me to come to the island to find Brother Zack. I felt right then and there that the Chairman had guessed my intentions..."

"Your plan... is to find this place and, incidentally, resolve Zack's inner conflict...?"

After a brief silence, the old man's voice became hoarse again, "Barbossa became selfish and opportunistic under pressure, much like the nature of his people... If the Alliance hadn't split, or if Zak hadn't developed sea phobia, I certainly wouldn't have entrusted the Alliance to him... He must have already fallen into darkness some night while staring at the mysterious things in the warehouse..."

"Kay, do you know the name of this land beneath your feet?" the old man suddenly asked.

Kuroshio Island.

"No, this is just the name that humans think it is."

The old man's tattered robes fluttered in the miasma wind, revealing a strange stone statue in his arms.

"This island is where you were born, and also where your parents died..."

Kay's expression was a mixture of bewilderment and shock.

"what?!"

"Not only that... but even earlier, this place was the magnificent city of Hiranibula, created by our ancestors, surrounded by ninety-eight incredibly prosperous artificial islands, with golden shipping lanes connecting every corner of the world..."

The old man slowly raised his head, his terrifyingly empty eye sockets flashing with an inscrutable red light.

"But how can a short-lived civilization compare to an ancient existence? The so-called unbroken lineage is nothing more than a fleeting moment in the long river of history, filled with chance and luck..."

"Only after I looked up from the vast sea of ​​texts and found my hair was covered in silver-white strands did I realize that this island already had a name, which was engraved in the blood and soul of countless ethnic groups, and had been lurking like a snake in every corner of human history..."

Kai's astonished gaze met the magnificent light in the sky, and his eyes gradually filled with fascination and curiosity. "Grandpa, what's that in the sky..."

"No observation allowed!"

The old man's stern voice rang out, and his rotten robes slowly drifted aside, blocking his view.

"This island is our last resort against the terrifying shadow, preventing us from falling into fanaticism and self-destruction like those weak and greedy people... I have waited many years, and finally found a way to return the stars to their rightful places and restart the eternal cycle..."

"The Alliance has sent countless ships here, finally gathering enough True Jade to simulate the stars and ghost ships..."

The radiance of the Jade of Truth once again shone forth, but this time it gradually sank into the muddy island soil, merging with the evil, rotten rocks and seaweed.

Amidst the breathtaking spectacle of countless ghost ships hovering in the air, numerous vessels, each adorned with the same True Jewel, slowly unfurled in the murky sea, each serving as a foundation for an unknown pattern. With a hazy, swaying visual effect, they formed a distorted and unidentified mark…

“Remember its oldest name… R'lyeh… I will awaken the ancient slumbering being… With ultimate power, I will completely dispel the evil curse that has lingered for millennia…”

The constellations in the sky began to loosen, as if the long-standing seal had faded because of the miraculous sight of all the stars in the sky at this moment—among them, several ominous and secretive constellations were slowly emitting a dark red, evil light.

In the darkness-shrouded field of vision, in the universe occupied by dark matter unfamiliar to humankind, not a single point is empty. Countless indescribable shapes, whether alive or not, are mixed together in a repulsive state of disorder. Accompanying the entire space is the mournful cracking sound of machine gears being pried open, foreshadowing an extremely terrifying existence slowly reviving from the earth...

"Stop it, Ah Zu. The furniture stores outside are full of Jackie Chan fans..."

It seems that neither the grandfather and grandson, immersed in the tragedy of their fate, noticed that I had already walked up to them and snatched the shining jade from their hands at the last moment.

"Who are you!"

The old man, who looked like a dried corpse, glared angrily.

I dusted off my pants and said politely, "Just a passerby."

I sighed. "It's not that I desperately want to stop you... but I've seen this episode before!"

Chapter 627 High Energy Ahead, Please Beware

It's almost certain that the "Deep Sea Cataclysm" is sealed beneath this sea area. Do you want me to sit back and watch Old Kai summon the "Deep Sea Cataclysm"?

Do not make jokes.

First of all, the "Lord of Light" would not allow such a thing to happen, and would certainly not allow this old adversary to be easily awakened and invade this world so easily.

Secondly, based on my experience in parallel worlds, once the "Deepsea Cataclysm" is awakened, the collapse of this body of water will instantly affect Mineral Town, and it is not surprising that the island will sink.

In the end, I simply couldn't understand what these old men were thinking...

Why are they all so keen on sticking to the term "old codger"?

It was already outrageous enough that Old Yorkson and Old Hook had become a two-in-one tentacle monster, but Old Kai actually went so far as to reincarnate in lich form!

Didn't they ever consider that we, the living, also have a limit to our psychological endurance? Watching the old man being resurrected every day is a terrifying thing!

"Give me the Jade of Truth..."

The old man, who looked like a dried corpse, had a hollow and hoarse voice. He reached out a hand to snatch the spherical jade, but I didn't give him a chance to cause trouble. I instantly tossed the Jade of Truth from my left hand to my right, then threw it behind me with a backhand motion, sending the glowing object flying to the farthest point.

Seeing this, Kai leaped up, trying to snatch it, but before he could even get into position, someone else beat him to it and grabbed the True Jewel that was flying through the air.

"Grey, are you going to stop me too?"

Kai frowned, because he had realized that the person who came to cooperate was none other than his travel companion—judging from their actions just now, they were clearly not on his side.

Gray, whoever he learned it from, talked a lot of nonsense. Standing on a rock with his hands behind his back, he talked to Kay at length, and in just a few words he made Kay so angry that his face turned red.

"Sorry, Kai. I just had a bout of OCD and felt uncomfortable because the number of people on both sides was not equal, so I decided to make it a 2v2."

But the old man, who looked like a dried corpse, clearly lacked those worldly emotions. He simply floated down from mid-air to the ground like a plastic sheet and said coldly.

“Stranger, you have a hostile aura about you… I had already anticipated that someone would try to stop the ritual…”

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. I wondered if he was going to pull out another pre-prepared Jewel of Truth? Are you also a master strategist, Batman?

I looked the desiccated figure up and down; there seemed to be nowhere for it to hide anything, unless…

Fortunately, after waiting for a long time, he didn't pull anything out of some fourth-dimensional portal; he just continued his bland narration.

"The ghost fleet is fully in position... The celestial phenomena are also completely disrupted under the influence of an unknown force... On this island, time and space have begun to distort... The true god bears witness, I will be immortal..."

He raised the ancient statue, its rotting shroud gradually stained with thick ink, and began to chant obscure and eerie syllables. Once again, all was silent, desolate beyond the black, rotting mud, yet the stench of dead fish grew stronger, slowly drawing my thoughts back to the dream I had experienced not long ago.

In the chaos, I saw countless dark green fogs suddenly gushing out from the cracks in the rocks that had existed silently for hundreds of millions of years. They rolled, steamed, roared, and flowed, rapidly forming a thick and treacherous fungal carpet, which gave birth to an unknown calamity—it gently rose from the surface of the dark green poisonous fog and then floated on the black water.

The thing was enormous, and looked like a reptile abandoned in the Earth's core, with a face so ugly it was nauseating.

But when it landed on a boulder, multiple hooked tentacles unfurled from its back, forming a pair of meandering, writhing wings with eyestalks and randomly arranged fins!

The hideous wings had retractable claws on their backs, about five feet long, curved and sharp. On the hind legs where the tentacles clustered, there were tiny protrusions, like the grayish-white buds of wings!

It spread its huge, scaly wings, arched its neck, and let out several terrifying roars. In the blink of an eye, it rapidly approached Gray's position!

A powerful, mind-shaking wave spread from the monster, impacting all the creatures on the island. But suddenly, the King Soul First Flame Ring on my hand burst into flames again. The intense light seemed to have found an equally matched opponent, urging forth an astonishing power!

Relying on the powerful and absurd mental pollution, I was once again jolted awake from a threat that would drive an ordinary person insane ten times over.

"Phew...that was close...seriously, what's with these two tigers dancing?"