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

What's there to doubt?!

It was clearly you who did this!

Sebala's bald head reflected the sunlight so brightly that a dazzling rainbow could even be seen. The purity of that baldness is too high, I can't stand it...

"Fishing? You've got some leisure time today?"

Sebala looked curiously at the fishing trap next to me, which was full of live fish, and leaned closer. "Wait, are you opening a bass museum? Why aren't there any other fish?"

"Don't bring up what I don't want to talk about. If there were even one other fish in this river, would I be so unlucky?" I threw my fishing rod aside and completely gave up on fishing.

With this old man nearby and his loud voice, even the bass were scared away after just a few words. It seems that fishing isn't very profitable; river fish can't compare to ocean fishing, and the fish caught can't be frozen and transported, so the profits are very limited.

It seems the only option left is to invest in the financial treasure – turnips!

"I, old Sebala, will keep my word regarding the electrical system I promised you!"

Sebala pointed to the wires, brackets, and various electronic components he had brought, "Dart told me that Gotz is also building a house here. I thought it would be easier to do both projects at the same time. You don't have any objections, do you?"

I nodded: "Of course I have no objections, but please tell me the plan first, so I have a general idea. I can't stand it if I wake up tomorrow and see a Tesla coil with golden snakes dancing wildly at the door."

“Marcus, you’re so funny. The coil you’re talking about is a discharge device, right? I’m here to build a power generation and supply system for you. You’re overthinking it.”

But I clearly saw that you, old geezer, had a red nose, reeked of alcohol, and were talking with great enthusiasm...

That's right, this guy himself said he came from Boss Dart's side, so he couldn't possibly have done the feat of going to the tavern three times without getting drunk.

"first!"

Sebala pointed to the area around the ranch, “I will lay a ring of insulated cables around you, running through the ground to connect the front and back of the ranch, and set up power inlets in advance, so that you can easily connect to power even if you want to add equipment in the future.”

Excellent, very good. Sebala's idea is very farsighted, showing foresight.

"second!"

He pointed to my two simple houses, "I will upgrade and renovate these houses that were already built, run the wiring from the roof and connect the necessary outlets. I will also install lightning rods and fireproof partitions on the roof."

Hmm, looking at it this way, Sebala is quite reliable. It was Hooker's stubborn old man who, for some reason, refused to put electricity on the ranch, which caused me so much trouble later on.

"Third, regarding the streetlights at the entrance and the lighting facilities in the ranch, I will install the streetlight poles and lampshades, which I will consider a free gift. But you'll have to figure out how to get the light bulbs and other household appliances yourself, so don't even think about taking my appliances!"

Pshaw... How would he know...?

No, how could he slander me like that! Do you think I'm the kind of person who would pluck a feather from a passing goose and act arrogantly?

I would never do something like bringing seasonings to my brother's house to borrow a chicken for a barbecue, and then taking the grill with me!

...except for cases where the chickens and ducks are particularly beautiful!

As I was thinking, I suddenly noticed a strange-looking bicycle behind him and asked curiously, "Old Sebala, did you ride your bicycle here today? Also, did you forget to mention the generator construction? Should I use thermal power, hydropower, or wind power?"

Sebala's expression instantly turned awkward.

"Haha...haha...you've hit the nail on the head..."

He shrugged helplessly: "Your place is too far from the town's hydroelectric power station, so there's no power connection. Zack is still working on the grain, and he can't get a generator anytime soon, so I had to get a human-powered generator!"

He patted the bicycle seat proudly, "This is my treasured possession! It provides 500W of power per hour for a normal person to ride, which is enough for most people as long as they pedal fast!"

That's good……

Weird!

Why would I transform into a hamster and generate electricity there?

Then I won't be able to get anything done all day long!

Seeing my face growing increasingly dark, Sebala quickly added, "Don't worry! I already have a solution!"

The old man gave me a thumbs up, revealing a set of dazzling white teeth that almost blinded me: "I'll install a battery for you, so you can generate electricity and store it up for later use!"

Chapter 236 Subtle Influence

"Marcus, I'm running out of iron. Could you help me dig some up?"

Sebala had been digging in the pasture for a long time when he suddenly stood up with a bitter face and said to me.

"What's going on? Why don't you, a blacksmith, have any iron?" I said, displeased.

Sebala also looked puzzled: "I don't know... Lately, I feel like I have less and less ore stored up, even though I dug up a lot from the mountain last time."

The more I listened, the more suspicious I became. According to what he said, it was obvious that he suspected there was a mole inside.

"Old Sebala, I think you're overthinking it..."

"And those rare ore ingots of mine, I haven't seen them much lately. Maybe I've hidden them somewhere. I'll look for them when I get back..."

I instinctively pulled my hand back, concealing the arm armor on my hand. Those precious ores he mentioned had undoubtedly been squandered by Gray, even being crafted into this First Dimension Right Arm Armor on my hand; I couldn't let him find out.

"Don't worry unnecessarily. How could those things disappear? It must be because you have a bad memory. You should drink less in the future."

Sebala nodded in agreement, saying, "Speaking of drinking, do you remember the greatsword a friend left with me last time? But I haven't seen it since I drank too much after fighting Gray the day before yesterday. Did I really just leave it lying around while drunk? No... I should go back and look for it!"

Oh no! It seems that greatsword has been forgotten!

After the chaotic battle the day before yesterday, Gots only managed to rescue Gray, who was severely burned, from the mountain, and didn't find the rainbow sword with its extremely colorful pony design at all.

In other words, that sword...

Are they still on the mountain?

"Old Sebala! I think you're absolutely right! You've done me such a huge favor, what's a little trouble to help you mine some ore?"

I suddenly stood up, rushed into the house, grabbed my pickaxe, and headed towards Mount Mades. "Don't worry, I'll be right back!"

Sebala scratched his bald head: "Why is this kid being so easy to talk to today?"

…………

Walking along the southern slopes of Mount Mads, the wild grasses along the way, laden with dew, gradually stretched out, swaying freely on both sides. If you weren't careful, your clothes would brush against the leaves and get covered in the cool dew.

However, this outfit was hand-sewn by Ellie's grandmother. The fabric is exquisite and the stitches are fine. It's hard to imagine that this was a work completed overnight by an elderly woman who has difficulty walking and spends most of her time in a wheelchair.

Dewdrops slid off my clothes and disappeared into the ground. In the spring, when all plants grow, the new growth spreads very quickly. The road ahead, which I hadn't traveled for just two days, was already completely obscured by numerous branches and leaves.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to pull out my trump card once again.

With a flick of my sleeve, a beam of silver light flowed out from in front of me, pouring down onto the trees without hindrance, turning into countless fluttering leaves that swept away all obstacles in my path.

When my hand fell back, the scythe attached to the arm guard had already quietly retracted, as if I had merely waved away a fly and then leisurely continued walking forward along the empty road.

"This outfit suits me perfectly!"

I was secretly thrilled. This feeling of solving problems with ease and the clothing that emphasizes aesthetic value while pursuing practical value—isn't this the way of heaven that I've been searching for?

As I passed by the grove of trees that had been split open, I noticed that the cuts on the branches and leaves were very neat, as if they had been scanned by a laser.

Something's not right. When a normal person swings a knife, there will be some shaking and unevenness as the arm extends and muscles stretch. After all, even the most skilled knife user must adhere to basic principles and respect the limits of human capabilities in terms of bone structure, joints, and field of vision.

Such overly uniform behavior can only be achieved by the Colonizer System, in addition to the command of Uncle Gem.

But I clearly didn't use the colonist system.

Suddenly, a vague guess formed in my mind.

The first time I used the power-up mode, this was the arm that got injured. It was severely strained, bruised, and the muscle tissue was torn to varying degrees.

However, this tearing is itself a way for humans to rebuild muscles and adapt to the environment. The purpose of strength training is to gradually stretch, contract, and tear muscles, replacing the originally weak muscle tissue with stronger and more powerful tissue to form strong and powerful blocky muscles.

Did my serious injury last time have the same effect?

Judging from this extreme use of the charged mode, I have injuries of varying degrees all over my body, except for my two hands, which are only slightly injured. Even after experiencing events like uprooting pine trees and collapsing mountains, they are not seriously injured.

Does this prove that my hands are gradually adapting to the colonizer system's heinous power-accumulating mode, and have become more resilient and powerful than before?

I touched my arm and could feel that beneath my clothes, there was a piece of not-so-strong, but clearly shaped, rubbery, elastic muscle firmly attached to my arm bones.

This explains why my casual slashes have a colonial system style.

However, could I perhaps try to understand this a little deeper...?

So-called martial arts are actually about memorizing the correct ways to use killing moves, defend, and dodge through millions of training sessions. More importantly, it's about integrating conscious movements with various parts of the body through constant stimulation of the brain's neural pathways, allowing them to enter a subconscious state.

For example, if someone uses grappling techniques to grab my neck, through long-term training, I can calmly deal with it using the one-handed method of breaking a naked choke in Lei Gong Tai Chi.

Or if someone attacks me with a bratty kid's whip kick, through continuous learning, I can use Master Tianye's Lihe Kick to enter a state of invincibility and escape unscathed.

Of course, if I were to follow either of those two scenarios, I would most likely still end up getting beaten to a pulp.

However, this line of thinking is correct. The colonizer system has taken control of my body so many times, manipulating me to do all sorts of incomprehensible things. This is in line with the basic law. It is the command that is issued by my brain, transmitted through nerves, received by my muscles, and finally completed.

After continuous work and combat, my body will undoubtedly remember these actions repeated millions of times, firmly etched into my consciousness. The next time I strike, I will naturally use the methods taught to me by the colonist system!

In conclusion, I can summarize three points.

Firstly, the damage caused to me by the charging mode depends on my physical attributes, and those with stronger physical attributes can easily cope with it. The parts that limit me are my weak points and weaknesses.

Secondly, constantly using the Colonizer System in work and combat can improve my neural synchronization rate, thereby unleashing the full power of EVA Unit-01... oops, I mean, the Markus Gundam! This should also be the reason why the various skills of the Colonizer System can be improved through training.

Thirdly, and this is a combination of the previous two points, it means that while I've been drawing strength from the Colonizer System, I should use it more actively! Instead of searching for other training methods, I should make good use of the Colonizer System. As long as the power-up mode hasn't hit its limit, I can use it to train to become the strongest on Earth!

Chapter 237 The Knight of the Yangtze River

Unfortunately, the joy of discovering a path forward was quickly overshadowed by reality.

The thought of Sebala discovering his ore has been squandered and the Rainbow Sword stolen makes me worry about Gray, who's about to be discharged from the hospital. I hope old Sebala won't unleash a barrage of Ora Ora Ora attacks and send him flying into outer space.

But then I thought, given Sebala's current state, after finishing his work, there's a very high chance he'll run to Boss Dat's tavern for a good drink. Hopefully, at that point, he'll still remember that he's Sebala, and not some mushroom, rice cooker, motorcycle, or something like that.

So I still have a chance!

All I need to do is search the battlefield from the day before yesterday, find the Rainbow Sword, and then return it along with the ore to its original location. Then everything will be solved flawlessly!

It's just a rainbow sword, how can it be as hard to find as the Dark Sword numbered 22?

My first step was to go to the hot spring house.

The situation here is more subtle than I imagined. The scene where I uprooted the willow tree and brought down the diver seems to have been taken care of by a master gardener. The uprooted tree has become a large tree transplanted from somewhere, lush and eye-catching.

Where the land was shattered, springs gushed forth, resembling a scene of utter desolation, like the end of the world. Now, a small pond sits peacefully, the loose soil has been refilled, and a circle of tricolor flowers has been thoughtfully planted, transforming it into a warm and inviting living spring pool.

Further away is the bat cave where Gray and I stayed. It still looks like it's hidden by weeds and trees, with no signs of anyone having entered it.

There's no way to find the sword in this area. After all, the Taiwu Sword is a peerless divine weapon, and it would never be revealed to anyone unless the Taiwu successor was about to die and was passing on his skills...