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

Mr. Rhodes spoke without changing his expression, mentioning me first as if to protect my safety. But the true meaning of his words was quite the opposite; mentioning me first was actually an attempt to exonerate Agent E's attack, interpreting it as "impulsiveness."

Anyone who's worked in a corporate setting knows that when you make a mistake, your immediate supervisor is the first to criticize you. This is to preemptively define the nature of the issue and prevent further explanation or embellishment; it's actually a protective measure.

Since Mr. Rhodes has said so, I felt embarrassed to pursue the matter any further. Moreover, when the system stopped its pursuit, I knew that the other party had given up the intention to kill and had no motivation to continue fighting.

But what's wrong with this woman? Can't she take a joke? Her emotions are so unstable, wanting to kill one minute and release the next. Is she going through menopause?

“Yes, Mr. Rhodes. I will sincerely apologize to Marcus.”

After saying that, Agent E picked up the black coat from the ground, gracefully walked past me, pretended to be friendly and took my hand, and whispered to me in a voice that was inaudible to everyone else, with an elegant smile.

“From the moment you appeared, I’ve suspected you’re an intelligence agent for some faction. Or perhaps you want to explain why you were able to infiltrate Black Tide Island first, luring out various groups to ambush you… and the precise, almost mechanical, yet perfectly controlled killing techniques you displayed today…”

...I'm a damn agent! This is so logical and well-founded, can I get a reward for voluntarily turning myself in?!

"If I told you that this was just a misunderstanding caused by you overthinking, would you believe me?"

She quickly finished speaking without revealing her thoughts, revealing a smile that simultaneously conveyed a wealth of meanings, including "I knew it," "No need to say more," and "Keep making things up." Then, with a radiant smile, she released his hand. "Since it's a misunderstanding, I'll visit Mineral Town another day. I look forward to getting to know you better, Mr. Marcus."

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"Boss, was that woman interested in you?"

Gray stared at me with a frown for a long time. I thought he had seen through my act, which made me, who had nothing to hide, feel a little uneasy. But the first thing he said was this extremely pointless gossip question...

Gray, I misunderstood you.

Even though you look serious, your damn little head isn't thinking about anything.

I retorted angrily, "You think it's funny to attack right away? Do you think you're some savage woman from some tribe?"

Gray said, feeling wronged, "But Karen is just like that..."

Hehe, you little rascal, you're dead meat.

I'll go back and tell Karen that you've equated her with a savage woman!

Mr. Rhodes was much more reliable than Gray, and he took the initiative to explain: "Marcus, you may not know this, but Agent E was abandoned in an orphanage at birth. Your statement about the 'theory of human origins' just now really touched a nerve—if it were anyone else, they would probably have their throat slit by now."

...Is that so?

I was wondering why there was such a big reaction to my joke about not buying a condom earlier!

Others might not care, but for Agent E, who was an orphan, this joke really is damn funny...

It's like Da Zhangwei going to Brooklyn to sing "Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse" at the invitation, or like Sun Quan preparing to attack Hefei, and he just happens to have 100,000 troops at his disposal!

“Uh… Mr. Rhodes, I didn’t mean it just now. Could you please explain?”

Mr. Rhodes' expression held a strange compassion. "I'll try to comfort you—oh, by the way, go back and tell Lilia to take Rick and Poppy back to her parents' house for a while. Oh, I don't mean anything by it, she's probably homesick."

Oh my god! You don't need to explain, I already know there's a problem!

"By the way, Agent E just said she'd be visiting you in Mineral Town. You could explain that to her in person."

What? Agent E still won't leave me alone?! And he even said he wants to visit Mineral Town?!

I must be hallucinating, right?! No way, no way... Gray, let's move right away!

Hello, is this Lianjia? Selling a house! Yes, the ranch estate where I currently live! All furniture included! 10% off! Cash only!

Chapter 633 The Haze Far Beyond Visual Scope

As the celestial phenomena changed, the enormous circular aircraft climbed back to the height of the clouds, level with the dark, inky thunderstorm clouds. Large raindrops were whipped up by the whirlwind and shattered against the thick glass walls a few steps away, making a crackling noise.

“Marcus, it’s not time for you to worry about those things yet.”

Mr. Rhodes pointed to the island outside and said, "Instead of worrying unnecessarily, we should spend some time looking at the unparalleled scenery outside the window."

A familiar spatial structure vibrated, and it seemed as if every part of the entire spacecraft was shaking and trembling. Then, my retina received a stimulating spark, which was an eerie flash of light produced by invisible electrons being accelerated and collided and projected into my field of vision.

No matter how many times I try, I can't get used to the environment where static electricity is everywhere.

The sight of arcs of electricity trembling and dancing up and down in the hair resembled the disordered prominences spraying from the surface of the sun, while the chaotic interplay of light and shadow constructed more illusions, gradually emerging from the cold, solid reality, existing vaguely yet steadily and persistently.

I could almost see countless tentacles on the island, intertwined into eerie wings that were flapping.

What surprised me even more was that the hallucination before me did indeed seem familiar in some ways. All the unusual elements in my vision were superimposed on the ordinary, earthly scenery. It was as if I were sitting in a theater, watching a movie projected onto a pre-painted screen…

"Look carefully out the window."

Mr. Rhodes's reminder shattered my preconceived notions and allowed me to finally catch up with this once-in-a-lifetime bombardment.

At a level so small I cannot discern, a particle was accelerated to its limit, orbiting the curve accelerator countless times, finally imbued with unimaginable energy, and hurtling towards its predetermined orbit.

Without the smoke of gunpowder, without the flames of fire, without the raging fire of explosions, the islands in the lower realm suddenly changed.

Indeed, just as fingers gently and swiftly turn the page to the next chapter, the scene on Kuroshio Island transformed in the blink of an eye from a gloomy landscape of deep pits and black mud into an even more chaotic post-disaster scene.

The shattered rocks and splashing silt were completely overturned, revealing the bottom landform close to the sea level. The soil that had been deposited since the Cretaceous period finally revealed its sinister smile as it saw the light of day again.

The ring-shaped aircraft's energy once again plummeted, but the sail-powered system, which combined traditional and innovative features, began to operate again, maintaining the massive machine's levitation state, much like an ouroboros with countless tiny wings.

The second bombardment began a few minutes after the first.

Almost without even having time to restore the system, Mr. Rhodes's face was once again clouded with worry. He even directly refused the request for a meeting from Sparrow Jr., who had come to protest, and forced the ring particle accelerator to continue operating.

“Mr. Rhodes, you could actually consider slowing down the pace. After all, if the spacecraft crashes, none of us will have a good ending.”

Kay glanced down from the window, perhaps remembering how he was thousands of meters in the air, and made a somewhat hesitant suggestion.

But Mr. Rhodes' answer was very firm.

“We have no time; remaining still is merely a way to buy time. Everyone believes that as long as we are within the creation of human ingenuity, we are perfectly safe…”

He clenched his fists, a suppressed emotion in his voice. "Faster! You know, we're dealing with a terrifying world where we're practically all alone... So, faster!"

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The second bombardment once again detonated a large number of the legendary quantum-state doomsday nuclear bombs. The floating seawater poured into the void in the sea, forming a huge, upside-down whirlpool that was frantically swallowing matter every second, disappearing into the unfathomable abyss with the undercurrents.

But this time, the surrounding storm suddenly intensified, mixing with billowing smoke and water vapor that rose high into the sky, and a massive thunderstorm, unprecedented in history, seemed to be forming suddenly on the sea.

I was horrified. The two high-energy particle bombardments just now seemed to have knocked on the abyss gate guarded by Cerberus, about to awaken the non-human Titans who were sleeping underground and eternally imprisoned...

But then, Sparrow Jr. suddenly burst into the central control room, followed by a group of hesitant guards.

"Rhodes!"

His face was very unpleasant, but his tone was as annoying as ever; perhaps this was a sign that he hadn't forgotten his original intentions.

"The Prophet has been damaged. We must leave immediately! We must halt all further operations immediately!"

On this enormous vessel, Mr. Rhodes' authority was clearly superior to that of the wealthy young man before him, so the cabin was still filled with a gloomy and ominous purple glow. As the electricity circulated, everything emitted abrupt crackling and gurgling sounds, brewing for the final particle bombardment.

“Sparrow, what exactly is the damage?” Mr. Rhodes asked, frowning.

Sparrow exclaimed urgently, "An explosion occurred on the second bridge, possibly triggered by a resistor. Fortunately, there were no casualties, but if the fire spreads, it will definitely cause a major problem!"

Mr. Rhodes nodded, seemingly somewhat satisfied with the situation.

"With your privileges, you must have reviewed the search operation documents before setting off. Do you remember the salvage report for the K-shaped drone?"

Mr. Rhodes rambled on for a long time, “Those strange, dilapidated machines have often burst out of the eye of the storm over the past few decades, chasing their prey like monstrous eagles… These are not the strange tales told by the pilots, but rather the result of the expanding causal chaos effect…”

"You mean... those UFO sightings!?" Sparrow's pupils dilated in shock.

Mr. Rhodes nodded and said, "Those various so-called atmospheric creature sightings, ball lightning encounters, ghost aircraft tracking, and zombie ship incidents are all just different manifestations of this bizarre physical phenomenon."

"Humans cannot see clearly, and can only guess and imagine, because with our weak and powerless senses, we always believe that we can understand this infinitely complex universe. However, believers in hematology like Craven already know that other beings have far broader, more powerful, and even more perceptive senses that can explore completely different realms. What they see may be vastly different from what we see..."

Everyone listened intently to Mr. Rhodes's murmurs, but clearly only the illusion in my eyes intensified and swept over me once again.

I suddenly caught a glimpse of an incredible, deformed, and hideous behemoth emerging from the giant underwater cavern formed by the explosion, carried by the undercurrent!

In terms of human aesthetics, I might call it an enormous, unparalleled ugliness. Because the briefly visible portion is covered in tentacles and octopus-like eyes. Those semi-amorphous, soft bodies, partly scaled and partly wrinkled, are so vast that anything I could say wouldn't even begin to describe it.

Then, in another location, the shadowy figure, with its enormous cone-shaped body and flat, blunt, wedge-shaped reptilian head, suddenly revealed its true form. Piled atop the cone-shaped body was a head shrouded in swirling, silky hair—or rather, whiskers or mane—entirely composed of thick, coiled, rope-like strands, like a multitude of giant snakes or worms swaying in the sea…

Through the unsettling, Medusa-like tendrils, a pair of ferocious snake eyes, a mixture of cold, inhuman mockery and a gloating intimidation that I could only describe, slowly approached and lurked into the abyss.

In the darkness and endless night that accompanied the storm, something disgusting, filthy, and beyond human imagination appeared, representing hatred and evil attempting to return to the world.

In a realm unseen by others, two terrifying entities swam beneath the water, emitting earth-shaking collision sounds, like countless underwater volcanoes roaring in an instant, yet unable to break free from the pressure of tens of thousands of tons of seawater.

The terrifying figure seemed bound by enormous chains, forever trapped in eternal silence, unable to take a single step, yet lingering like a nightmare, silently watching the seabed and rock formations beneath the island crumble and plunge into the dark ocean depths...

This is the third bombardment!

Although I was still shaken by the third impact that would turn me into orange juice, I had to admit that, thanks to Rhodes's unnoticed delays, the final bombardment had already been completed. I even felt my body float slightly due to the change in gravity.

Through the sloping glass facing south, I saw the last remnants of Kuroshio Island disappear from the sea, the rushing waters covering all the devastation, leaving only a dark, surging ocean.

And the brief joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Chapter 634 After the Third Impact

All sounds are silent.

After three bombardments, countless tons of doomsday nuclear bombs, unleashing terrifying destructive power that could not be observed with the naked eye, repeatedly overturned and flattened this land.

Below, on the dried-up seabed of Kuroshio Island, even more thick, swirling fog suddenly rose, like ugly scabs that had regrowed after a wound was torn open, a truly shocking sight.

If we could still joke about "finding the Viet Cong in the picture" on the island before, now we can only joke about "finding the Atlanteans in the picture".

Suddenly, the aircraft seemed to be hit, and the force of the impact pierced through the entire space, as if it had been put on a drop tower!

The violent shaking caused countless pieces of equipment and personnel to tumble to the ground. Clearly, even specially designed equipment and trained personnel were unable to cope with this level of shockwave.

I grabbed the handrail by the window and stepped on the seat welded to the ground to steady myself.

But it was this highly accidental, subconscious reaction that led to witnessing a huge crack suddenly appear on the side window, as if something invisible was pecking at it.

What could be so frantically attacking a steel-framed aircraft high in the sky?!

In that instant, I seemed to see a flash of red light within the thick storm clouds, but it vanished in an instant. But then, when I looked out the window, all I saw in the chaotic sky were dense, dark clouds standing tall on the horizon, like a high wall erected before us, trapping everyone inside.

The unease continued to fester, but I overheard Kay's thoughtful murmur: "What is immortal is not the dead; even death itself vanishes in eternity..."

I recalled the bizarre and terrifying sight I had just glimpsed through the ocean, and even greater doubts continued to arise.

Because I know that the people who came here tonight... must have some other purpose!

"Mr. Rhodes, we must evacuate immediately! The unidentified attacks are escalating! If we delay any longer, everyone will die here!"