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

"Boss, what the hell are you writing?! When did I get this weird codename?!" Gray complained. "And this weakness, why is it written so openly in my file?! My ability to fight beyond my limits for fifteen minutes has nothing to do with sweat glands!"

I paused, turning to look at Gray: "Isn't it common sense for Batman to include teammates' weaknesses in their files?"

“Your common sense is flawed! Absolutely flawed!” Gray exclaimed in despair.

"I think this codename is really cool. Try saying: 'My Style: Infinite Blade Flame'."

“I…I…I…Infinite Blade Flame?” Gray said hesitantly.

"Hahahahahahaha!" I burst out laughing instantly.

I give this cosplay a perfect score!

"Stop laughing! Stop laughing!" If Gray hadn't been covered in bandages, he would have been rolling around in his hands with his head in his hands.

"Okay, I'll try to be more objective in the future." I casually reassured him and continued writing in my notebook.

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(Starting a new paragraph) At the same time, due to his childhood of repeated abuse, he became extreme and arrogant, intending to establish a society with the slogan of "survival of the fittest" and implement a complete natural selection.

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"Boss! These are completely fabricated rumors! Not a single word about the abuse is true!"

"Don't mind it. Think about it, our enemies went through so much trouble to get this document, only to find out the information was all fake. Isn't that hilarious?!" I laughed as I thought about it. I really am a tactical genius! I even planned out such details in advance!

Gray asked helplessly, "Boss, don't we call ourselves Mobile Task Force Omega-7? What does O5 mean?"

"The O5 Council is the top level of the foundation, existing as the foundation's decision-makers and oversight body, and it has 12 seats. And these 13 people are the company's top executives! As an employee, don't you know this?! Copy the employee handbook a hundred times!"

"Where did this employee handbook come from? And why are there 13 people for 12 seats? It makes absolutely no sense!"

"There are actually five Four Heavenly Kings, isn't that common sense?"

"What kind of world is this?!"

Just as we were getting bored and started joking around in the hospital, Nurse Ellie pushed the door open and came in again.

"Seeing you all so energetic makes me feel relieved." Ellie smiled lightly at us, cleared away the empty plates, and sat down in front of us.

I smiled and said, "Ellie, have you been busy lately?"

“Of course we wouldn’t be busy at all without you guys,” Ellie said, glaring at me angrily. “How did you all end up like this?”

I said a little embarrassedly, "I'll explain this to everyone when Harris comes back. You've really worked hard, coming so early to take care of us wounded."

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, and Ellie isn't one to shy away from trouble, so we'll leave the trouble we caused aside for now.

The young girl had to take care of her elderly grandmother and her five- or six-year-old brother. Had all the family's sense of responsibility been absorbed by Ellie? What was wrong with her parents? They gave birth to the child and then disappeared, leaving all the responsibility to their daughter.

"What are you talking about? Can you tell me?" Ellie saw the notebook in my hand and was a little curious about what we were discussing.

I waved my notebook, which was covered in writing, and said, "Gray and I are planning to start a company!"

"Company? What goods does it produce?"

"It's not that kind of company. Since Harris and Gotz were both injured, we decided to take on some public safety responsibilities in town. Then we had some discussions about company culture." At this point, I suddenly realized that Ellie could also offer advice! She's much more useful than Gray, who only knows how to complain!

"Perfect timing, Ellie! What kind of logo do you think would be best for our company?"

I showed her the three principles I had summarized, and said, "Look at these three types, is there any simple and easy-to-recognize shape that can represent them? I thought and thought, and all I could come up with was a triangle, which looked too old-fashioned..."

Ellie looked at it with interest, rested her chin on her hands, pondered for a moment, smoothed her light chestnut hair under her nurse's cap, and took the pen from my hand.

"If it's three elements, does it mean we don't have to stick to three sides or three corners?" Ellie said, scribbling in her notebook. "How about this?"

I took the notebook and found a drawing of a falling maple leaf. But unlike a normal five-lobed leaf, this maple leaf was three-lobed, meaning it only had three points on the leaf.

The edges of this maple leaf are sculpted with a slight curl, as if it's drifting in the wind, displaying an extraordinary sense of freedom and elegance, and a unique beauty. Looking at this maple leaf evokes images of autumn leaves falling across the mountains, giving one a sense of the approaching season.

"Maple leaves are more of a spiritual symbol in people's minds. Due to the special nature of maple leaves, people often use them to symbolize perseverance. I think the feeling that maple leaves give people should be the same as the feeling you want to give people: loneliness, protection, and perseverance."

I looked at it for a while, and the more I looked, the more I felt the ingenuity of the design. The three leaf tips represent three kinds of responsibilities, and at the same time form a vibrant worldview of old and new, allowing people to feel the endless cycle of life behind it.

"That's amazing! Ellie, you're a genius!" I praised her from the bottom of my heart.

Ellie blushed slightly and said politely, "I just studied botany on my own while learning clinical nursing, and I became particularly impressed by maple leaves. Do you like maple leaves too?"

"Of course I love it! Maple leaves are amazing! Right, Gray?" I'm already planning to use maple leaf markings as a symbol and print them on my equipment.

But for some reason, Ellie's face seemed even redder? Maybe it was just my imagination.

Chapter 207 Wrong Script

"Ellie, where can I buy clothes in town?"

I asked the question that had always been on my mind. I asked Gray, and he said that all of his clothes were bought by Sebala when she went out.

With so many residents in the town, are there no people who offer this service?

Ellie covered her mouth and glanced at me, roughly guessing what I meant.

After last night's battle, my clothes are tattered. They're covered in dust and can be washed and worn again, but the badly torn sleeves and pant legs are beyond repair.

This synthetic fiber outfit is something I wore in Shining City. It's the only set of clothes I own, and I don't even have any spare clothes to change into. I hadn't considered this before, purely because I'm poor.

Now that we have money...

“Marcus, if you need new clothes, you can ask my grandma to make them for you.” Ellie smiled at me and pointed to the notebook. “Draw a sketch of the styles you need, or I can draw them for you.”

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble? She's so old..." I felt a little embarrassed to ask the old lady to sew my clothes. I heard that her grandmother couldn't even walk, so she must be very old.

“It’s alright. My grandma was a tailor in the city when she was young. All the clothes that You and I wore since we were little were knitted by her!” Ellie said proudly, showing off her nurse’s uniform. “Look, this one was also knitted for me by my grandma last month.”

I examined it closely; the nurse's uniform was exquisitely crafted, with fine stitches. It incorporated an apron element into the skirt design, and the edges were decorated with silk satin. This versatile uniform, combining practicality and aesthetics, is certainly not something you can buy anywhere else.

"Then I'll leave it to you! Once I'm healed, I'll definitely send the money for the clothing to the old man!"

I thought about it, and it seems this old lady is the town's tailor. Clothes and shoes can be bought, but you can't send everything to the city for a small tear or alteration. This old lady must be in charge of the sewing; that makes perfect sense for a business.

"You're welcome." As the eldest sister, Ellie exuded an approachable demeanor and was also quite considerate of others' feelings. Seeing Gray snoring loudly beside her, she lowered her voice and told me about his condition.

“The doctor said that most of your injuries are sprains and bruises, and you also have a rather serious strain. He doesn’t recommend that you stay in bed all the time.” She whispered in my ear as she handed me a cane. “This is for you.”

...Dr. Dort is too thoughtful, he even prepared crutches.

"Can I go outside? I don't need to lie here?" I asked in surprise, having thought I would be trapped here for days and nights, becoming a guinea pig for drug trials.

"Of course, for an ordinary person with this kind of injury, we would definitely keep you here for a few days for observation. But your wounds have already entered a rapid healing phase, and lying down for a long time would actually affect blood flow."

As Ellie spoke, she helped me up from the bed and placed my cane under my armpits: "Just come back for a check-up this evening. I'll also have Grandpa take Gray home to rest. This small hospital can't afford to take care of you every day!"

Ellie deliberately sighed, indicating that she was too busy to entertain us every day, and then saw me to the door.

But before she left, she still carefully explained things to me, including that I should not engage in strenuous activities, stay up late, drink alcohol, or become overly tired.

“I hope I can visit you at the ranch next time, instead of you always coming to the hospital to see me,” Ellie said with a smile.

I smiled sheepishly and said, "Then come visit my ranch another day! I'm off!"

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where to go?

Of course, we'll go to Boss Dart's tavern.

Where else can I get a free meal besides there?

I moved there step by step, leaning on my cane. For me, the cane was mainly used to maintain my balance and prevent me from stumbling while walking due to muscle incoordination.

After leaving the hospital, I took a side path through the woods of the town and soon arrived at the entrance of Boss Dart's tavern, which had a simple, even somewhat dilapidated, facade.

Standing at the door, I glanced at the rising sun and felt it was probably noon; going in now wouldn't seem out of place. But had Harris kept his promise and covered up what happened last night and the reason for my injury?

What if he goes back on his word? How am I supposed to handle this? What if he says he went to protect world peace last night and ended up seriously injured?

It would be more believable to say that I drank too much and fell to the foot of the mountain.

What's even more problematic is that the space-based weapon Harris summoned last night was as bright as a meteor, even illuminating most of the sky. What if someone in town saw it? What if they connected my injury with the "meteor"?

After wandering around in my mind for a while at the door, I braced myself and pushed the door open, deciding to pretend I knew nothing for now.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered, I saw Mr. Dart wearing a suit vest, staring blankly behind the bar, his hands constantly wiping the glasses.

"Hey, boss! Long time no see!" I greeted Mr. Dart warmly.

I interrupted the boss's thoughts, and he noticed me walk in. He frowned and asked, "Didn't we just meet yesterday? Why are you acting strangely?"

"Uh, it feels like I haven't seen you in ages, boss. It's about fifty chapters long, I guess," I tried to explain.

"...What unit of time are you using?" Boss Dart asked, frowning.

"Hmm... I haven't seen those 100,000 words?"

"I've already told you, no one can understand your description at all!" Boss Dart roared.

"Okay, boss, what can I eat? I'm starving." Seeing that the boss was only focused on complaining about me and didn't question my serious injuries, I confirmed that Harris had completed his mission before sitting down to order.

I put my cane aside and sat down on the bar stool. The owner then brought me curry rice. "Boss, it seems like there aren't many customers today."

Mr. Dart stood in front of me and said helplessly, "It's all Harris's fault. After he said those things, everyone scattered like birds and beasts, spreading the news. Even drunkards like Sebala and Dick sobered up instantly."

"Oh? Harris came by? What did he say?" I became curious. How exactly did Harris explain things, and how did he manage to get everyone to accept it so readily and even actively spread the information?

It was only then that I noticed a hint of pity in the way Mr. Dart looked at me.

I wasn't mistaken, it was that kind of hesitant, unspoken, compassionate look that showed consideration for others' feelings!

"Boss, tell me! Why are you just looking!" I started to panic. Could Harris have spread some rumors about me?

But Mr. Dart still didn't say anything. Lin, who had finished cleaning upstairs, saw me and ran over to me excitedly.

"Marcus! You're here!" Lynn was a little excited, with that...gossipy vibe!

"Um... what's wrong?" I asked guiltily, afraid that my story would be inconsistent with Harris's and that I would be found out.

Lynn sat down happily next to me, blinking her big blue eyes as she asked, "Tell me more! How did you discover Harris's illegal mining in the middle of the night, stop Gotz from committing suicide, and even save Gray from self-immolation?"

Director, you've got the wrong script!

What kind of plot is this?!

How am I supposed to continue writing this?!