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

As the indoor announcement was made, the aircraft rapidly climbed to the edge of a dark cloud and began a slow but steady rotation. The hum of electricity grew stronger, and everyone was amazed to see strands of hair fluttering above each other's heads. Then, they discovered that even the friction of their clothes would produce a blue-purple spark.

“Mr. Rhodes, to be honest, I’m not very optimistic about your actions.”

I cautiously expressed my doubts.

Mr. Rhodes seemed to be made of rock, and the electric sparks emanating from his body could not shake him in the slightest, because what was more obvious than the electric sparks was the sparks in his eyes.

"Even when the Wilmas Foundation provided the technical blueprints, we had no confidence. We encountered a terrifying entity in the Norton mines, and a fierce battle ensued. Although the Foundation knew its weaknesses and used massive, improved drilling rigs and harpoons with explosive tips, that entity still inflicted heavy casualties on the Foundation until this weapon was put into use..."

He glanced at the diverse group of staff, which was probably related to the "unpleasant collaboration" he had mentioned earlier.

"It also resulted in the deaths of some... important comrades. Therefore, the Wilmas Foundation now has the highest decision-making authority, and we will directly use our most decisive weapons."

After a heart-stopping tremor, some terrifying preparations seemed to be complete. A startling light shone from the center of the ring-shaped spacecraft hidden at the edge of the clouds, as if an entire supernova was being conceived within it.

Before we could even marvel at the scene, all the lights in the entire aircraft suddenly went out, plunging the vast interior space into darkness in an instant. The afterimages of light in our retinas hadn't even faded when darkness suddenly descended upon us.

The power has been depleted?!

The enormous energy required by the particle accelerator would likely drain the energy core instantly, causing the entire spacecraft to slowly descend due to the impact on its power. If this continued, it would probably turn into an unstoppable air disaster.

Spyro Jr. roared, "What are you standing there for? Where's the backup power? Connect it now!"

Someone nearby immediately replied in a panic, "The accelerator caused a momentary overload! The circuit is faulty and it can't start!"

Spyro Jr., still furious, shouted, "Then let's use the third energy solution! Storm Propulsion System! Activate it immediately!"

Under his command, the ring-shaped aircraft was artificially separated into strange wing-shaped devices, which looked like countless moth wings pieced together and were clearly visible like a thin membrane. Surprisingly, the descent trend was slowly stabilized, and the electrical equipment and lights slowly began to flash, restoring some power supply!

"Hmph, it's just the sailing technology of the Brotherhood of Seafarers."

Kay scoffed, but he couldn't simply deny or reject the transformative effect of such accumulated technological power; in fact, he felt a touch of envy.

With the help of this bizarre propulsion system, the staff finally managed to find time to repair the short-circuited wires, and especially with the support of a group of well-trained agents, the entire aircraft was finally able to float in the sky again.

But before I could even recognize Agent E in the red dress in the crowd, I was stunned by the sight outside the window.

At the edge of Kuroshio Island, a shocking crater, hundreds of meters deep, appeared. The repulsive vapor emanating from this crater seemed to be staring at us through the air. By its constantly shifting, faint light, I could barely make out rows of repulsive stone slabs, urns, towers, and tomb structures, all victims of the aftershocks of the explosion.

The dilapidated and bizarre altar and monolith seem to display a chilling personality—as if they were sentient.

When did the explosion occur on the island?

My shock was beyond words. Logically, an explosion of this scale should have sent smoke and dust thousands of meters into the air, forming a black mushroom cloud shooting into the sky. How could it have ended so quickly, without anyone noticing, in just a few minutes?!

Mr. Rhodes looked at the masterpiece with a gloomy face, but showed no joy whatsoever.

"Just as I expected..."

I quickly pressed, "What? Did you hit it or not? Why...?"

I took another careful look at the state of Kuroshio Island. "Why is this happening?!"

"General Morden studied this situation much earlier and more thoroughly than we did. They were the first to excavate the Moro Stones in the ancient ruins of this island and spread a terrible virus that would infect people into mindless, unfeeling zombies. That's where things started to spiral out of control..."

"Zombie virus?"

Hmm... something seems off about the art style?

Why would a nuclear explosion lead to a zombie outbreak? If you can bring this up to the Pisces jade pendant, then I'm wide awake!

But Mr. Rhodes clearly didn't understand that the essence of conspiracy theories lies in far-fetched connections and deliberate mystification, and he offered us a straightforward explanation.

"But after we took over, we discovered that they weren't just mindless zombies, but had been forcibly dragged from a state of 'being alive' into a state of 'not being dead,' putting them in a desperate situation..."

"...Speak slowly, I've passed the CET-6 (College English Test Band 6), give me some time, I'm sure I can understand!!"

Kay seemed to know something and offered to explain, "Marcus, I guess Mr. Rhodes means... these people are neither 'alive' nor 'dead,' so they've become this strange state of being?"

Mr. Rhodes finally nodded. "That's right, we discovered that the concept of 'death' had been stolen from them..."

"No matter how they are dissected, they seem to remain 'alive' as long as they don't suffer functional damage, existing indefinitely. The University of Michigan Medical School stored their living cells in a vacuum environment, and they haven't decayed or died yet. We even suspect that if these cells aren't cut into molecular structures, they can survive until the end of the world! The causal relationship of their existence has become completely chaotic!"

The concept of "death" has been stolen!?

Has causality become chaos?!

This sounds a bit far-fetched at first, but the more you think about it, the more familiar it seems...

There's a saying that goes something like this: if something looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and tastes like a duck, then it's definitely a duck... oh wait, it could also be Shuang Ge (a nickname for a male celebrity).

But no matter what, looking at it now, what else could it be but a meme?!

I've even experienced the "Death Star" meme, which kills anyone it glares at. Isn't the one Mr. Rhodes is talking about a meme with a very special way of existing, possessing the ability to steal cause and effect?

But if this meme still spreads, won't the whole world fall into chaos?!

"The Rama Stone has been destroyed, but terrifying remnants still exist on this island, so we must use the doomsday nuclear bomb to completely destroy it..."

Kay muttered to himself, his expression unusually tense.

I quickly asked, "Kay, what's bothering you? Tell us so we can cheer you up."

"Marcus, I'm truly in awe of your mentality... How do you know all this and still be able to laugh?"

Kay said with a wry smile.

Oh, I've seen so many outrageous things that I'm naturally becoming more and more unfazed. If you really want to challenge your imagination, just look at some papers on Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website), and you'll see just how absurd they are.

What about special abilities for mineral exploration, quantum entanglement and acupuncture, a feasibility report on my marriage to Liu Yifei, aircraft engine fault diagnosis technology based on traditional Chinese medicine theory, and the potential to improve the efficiency of building a culture of integrity by regulating the body's material needs through eight gut microbiota... Aren't all these explanations more absurd than this one?

“Grandpa and Chairman Barbossa studied a mysterious raft made of human bones, and then sent their own remains to this island. It’s hard for me not to overthink it…” Kai said in despair.

I suddenly realized that if that's true, even the memes on the stone tablet can reverse life and death, then the power on this island must be quite strong.

It seems that this is how old Kai ascended to the Frozen Throne and transformed himself into the Lich King.

Upon further reflection, I realized I understood why Mr. Rod was nervous.

The opposition between the concepts of "life" and "death" is probably directed at living organisms. However, for inanimate matter, it should be an opposition between the two states of existence: "existence" and "destruction."

So the particle beam attack just now detonated part of the doomsday nuclear bomb, but triggered a causal chaos effect, instantly fast-forwarding the Black Tide Island from being "destroyed" by the explosion to a state of "existence" in a different form, with the chaos of the explosion in between being directly omitted!

This process is quite consistent with what Mr. Rod described as the process of humans turning into zombies: the meme doesn't care whether people live like humans or not, it only guarantees that people "don't die".

But in such a bizarre environment of chaotic cause and effect, how can this demon island be completely destroyed?

As if a mist were slowly dissipating before me, I felt as if I were encountering an ancient plan that had been brewing for many years.

"Mr. Rhodes, so these doomsday nuclear bombs aren't a threat, but rather an asset?"

I asked in a low voice.

Mr. Rhodes nodded slowly.

"The truth about 'Project Dome' was revealed to the Federation some time ago when the Deep Space Fleet negotiated on behalf of Harris..."

"Unable to destroy the mysterious virus and the island, Morden risked employing the Quantum Project, which had a high probability of disrupting causal chaos. To execute this project, the Ptolemaic forces transformed themselves, along with the doomsday nuclear bombs, into a probability cloud. Ironically, the Ptolemaic forces did not become an invincible Quantum Force; instead, these nuclear bombs permanently integrated into this land, existing to this day in an unobservable state..."

Chapter 632 Shall I come to your house as a guest?

"Prepare to continue launch."

Mr. Rhodes's tone was flat and even when he gave the order, yet his voice carried steadily and clearly to every corner of the central command room.

As planned, everyone once again immersed themselves in the busy calculations.

However, the military agents who had just quietly appeared to maintain order disappeared into the shadows and blurred vision, and went into hiding again—except for Agent E in the red uniform.

“Mr. Rhodes, the curve accelerator can only last three more times before those conductor lines, which are only one ten-thousandth the thickness of a human hair, will burn out completely.”

Perhaps feeling out of place in her red dress, Agent E, who bears a striking resemblance to Ada Wong, donned a black coat and wore suspicious polarized glasses. Without any attempt to conceal the presence of Gray, Kay, and me, she began to speak quietly about work.

Mr. Rhodes nodded.

"Using the coordinate data that you S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S have, you must completely detonate the doomsday nuclear bomb."

It is said that the thousands of formulas left by Professor Craven have been deciphered by military intelligence in conjunction with professors from the University of Michigan, and much useful information has been found. I can only wait and see what they do.

But before Ada Wong left, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to blow them up three more times... Did you buy insurance before you left? Could you add one for me too?"

Looking at this suicidal plan, I seriously suspect that everyone on the ship has already maxed out their insurance premiums in an attempt to commit insurance fraud.

Agent E was tall, almost as tall as me, but her figure didn't look bulky at all; instead, her movements were exceptionally agile and graceful. She turned slightly to the side, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly, and asked me a question.

“Marcus, right… Given that your identity information file is completely missing, I’m afraid no federal insurance company would be willing to take your case.”

That was a clever way of putting it. On the one hand, it answered my question in a joking manner, and on the other hand, it pointed out my background as an unregistered resident, indirectly confirming that the intelligence agency had investigated me!

...I'm just a passing-through acting sheriff from a small town, what are you intelligence agents investigating me for?!

I couldn't be bothered to think about the entanglements that followed, so I answered directly: "Is identity... really that important? To be born a human being and then get caught up in your identity is like every creation believing itself to be a unique life form and then asking the Creator about the reason and meaning of its existence—it will never end well."

My meaning is very clear: I'm here anyway, and there's no point in trying to get rid of me. My existence is justified, so you can do whatever you want with me.

Ada Wong smiled and said, "It's always better to deliberately seek an answer than to live a muddled life. And living a muddled life is not as good as a spectacular death, is it?"

This is mocking me, saying that I'm living a muddled life and am cowardly and afraid of death—if I weren't always careful when listening to people, I would have really thought she was talking to me about life philosophy and that the next step would be to chat about romance and nature.

"But you should know that the reason for the existence of most creations is less sacred than ridiculous, so the act of questioning is even more ridiculous. For example, the answer of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in a farm is 'delicious,' while the answer of ordinary people may seem simpler and more sincere: 'I've used up all the formula, and I'm too lazy to buy more.'"

The moment the words left his mouth, the system's voice, which hadn't been heard for centuries, suddenly rang out in his ears!

"System notification: Attack detected. Counterattack mode has been automatically activated!"

The figure in the red dress turned into a blur and slid past me. A whip kick exploded like a firecracker and struck the spot where I was—but unfortunately, the whip kick only hit air.

In a split second, I turned around and thrust my knees forward, delivering a knee strike without hesitation. But Ada Wong's fighting movements were like instinct; she jumped away as quickly as I did, and a series of black shadows suddenly attacked me!

It's clothes!

The black coat she was wearing was quickly thrown to the ground! She instantly set up a stand-in to draw the attack from behind, while her smooth back was revealed as she flipped around behind her again!

"clang!"

The dazzling movements seemed long, but in reality, they ended in just a few seconds, leaving only a tooth-grinding clanging sound that echoed continuously, as if someone in the cabin was imitating the blacksmith's work of a single-bodied dog.

A gleaming silver blade popped out from my left arm guard and clashed with Ada Wong's fighting dagger. Although the two were very close and the scene seemed to freeze, there was no romance or tenderness, only a chilling killing intent emanating from them.

"Your skills... are indeed quite impressive."

Ada Wong said meaningfully, "Are you interested in working for S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S.? Or if you want to join the PF team, I can introduce you."

The chilling murderous aura suddenly melted away, and Agent E's expression returned to a professional smile. Without batting an eye, he shoved the dagger back into the bandage at the base of his thigh, as elegantly as if he were simply setting down a champagne glass from a distant salutation.

"Don't be impulsive, Agent E. Marcus was specially invited aboard, and you are absolutely not allowed to interfere now."