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

Gray hesitated for a long time before solemnly pushing aside the oil-baked coke... oh, I mean the cheese-baked beef, and starting to eat the hydrangea snow lotus (radish meeting version).

"By the way, boss, after I got back from the hospital yesterday, I slept too much during the day and couldn't sleep at night, so I did some research on the production of first-dimensional equipment..."

As Gray spoke, he took off a gleaming silver piece of equipment from his hand and placed it in front of me.

"Is this all you've accomplished?"

I took the silver arm guard with a delighted look and discovered that it was painted with a three-pointed maple leaf logo.

"Mmm...this dish is delicious!" Gray scooped the food with a soup spoon in one hand and took a bite of a hard bread with the other. "I've recently gained some insights, so I'm trying to turn them into something real! My plan last time was rather rudimentary, but this time the finished product will definitely exceed your expectations, boss."

I put on this arm armor and felt the special material on it.

"What's that outside... Orichalcos?"

This time, the arm armor is a full size larger than the original, and it also features a distinct gauntlet structure. The silver-white parts are likely made of mithril, as only mithril can exhibit such incredible adaptability and seamlessly fuse with various different materials.

The front of this arm armor, resembling a gauntlet, is inlaid with numerous hard Orichalcum plates. These plates are thick and blunt, about the thickness of a tile, and are evenly distributed at the tips of the gauntlets, corresponding to the five knuckles. The back of the hand also features many geometrically shaped Orichalcum plates, layered up to the elbow.

"Boss, this is my newly conceived equipment plan!"

While eating, Gray described his ideas with great enthusiasm, looking much like a fledgling direct salesman with a head full of grand plans. "For this left arm guard, I incorporated the structure of a boxing glove to enhance blunt striking ability in hand-to-hand combat. Orichalcum is extremely hard, but it has poor ductility and is prone to cracking, so I used thickened and reinforced steel plates, which were fused together using an inlay method."

He made a punching motion. "In this situation, the impact is generated by the Orichalcohol, and the arm guard structure absorbs the reaction force. According to my calculations, no matter if it's steel, concrete, or heavy armor with hard corners, it will be shattered into pieces by this punch!"

This method is indeed quite good. Using an absolutely sturdy shield to attack, although its lethality is not as high as that of sharp blades and firearms, and its defensive strength is not as good as that of a full suit of armor, it emphasizes flexibility and strategy. This idea of ​​active defense is quite novel.

The only downside is that the distance is too short, making it easy to be caught flying a kite.

"What if the other side launches a ranged attack?" I asked.

Gray said, "Don't worry! I've also inlaid armor plates of the same level on my arm armor, which can completely serve as armor. As long as the movements are timely, it can completely block any flying attacks! This integrated offensive and defensive solution is something I've thought of for a long time! Due to material limitations, some volume advantages have been sacrificed, but structurally speaking, even if the armor plates break, it won't lose its defensive capabilities. It can still rely on the metal armor for defense, and ultimately it can be integrated into the overall structure to absorb damage as a whole. This can absolutely crush any melee unit!"

Hmm... This idea is just like a ramming ship with super thick skin, it can withstand the shields, then the armor, then the structure!

Ultimately, a real man needs to be structurally resilient!

Chapter 261 First Dimension - Left Armguard

"Gray, are you scared of the Deep Sea King?" I teased.

Gray's design was clearly inspired by lessons learned from the Deep Ones. Those monsters not only had excessively hard scales, but also incredibly hard bones underneath. These incredibly hard bones formed a stable structure, causing even the most powerful attacks to be neutralized and neutralized by the attacks throughout their bodies. Only by breaking the central vertebrae could their defenses be breached.

This kind of enemy is a classic toad-like enemy – it can't beat you, but it annoys you, and the key is that you have no way to deal with it!

Gray gave a wry smile: "Boss, you mean the Deep One? Yes, the idea for the armor plates and the integrated structure both came from that monster. I've found that even the sharpest sword can break one day, but the strongest shield is always the last one to collapse."

I waved my left hand and felt a noticeable effect of gravity; the overall weight was almost beyond the human body's tolerance. Unless there are new breakthroughs in materials, this arm armor design is indeed the optimal solution.

Fortunately, I have the data advantage brought by the colonizer system. As long as the weight does not exceed my limit, it makes no difference to me whether it is one hundred kilograms or one kilogram.

Believe it or not, if I and Captain America both said "I can do this all day," then unless he cheated and activated a forced 50/50 skill, he would definitely be the one to fall first.

Suddenly, I noticed something unusual about Gray's expression, and a thought flashed through my mind. I asked, "Gray, you must have added something else to your arm armor here, right?"

There's something definitely off. Orichalcos isn't known for its weight, and mithril is typically lightweight, so how could it be this heavy? This kid probably added some auxiliary weapon modules again, right?

Since the left hand is the non-dominant hand and not as dexterous as the right, it's unlikely to be able to flexibly use multiple tools. But the right arm guard already has three functions: a sickle, a rapier, and a row of blades. Surely the left arm guard wouldn't just stick to one move: "Hulk Smash!" and then start hammering, right?

That's so silly!

I checked the other parts of the arm guard and found an inconspicuous button inside the elbow.

When I pressed the button, the entire gauntlet part of the arm armor suddenly split into two modules with a "click" and was automatically disassembled, leaving only a silver-white, close-fitting iron arm guard inside.

The next moment, the knife and fork in Gray's hand, the hair clip in Poppy's head, and the water glass in Lynn's hand flew over and collided with the silver-white inner arm guard, sticking together tightly.

Huh? Why is there a set of dentures up there?

"This is……"

Gray smiled mysteriously: "I made the frame of this glove with permanent magnets! Any iron object that gets close will be firmly attracted, and the magnetic force can last for about 10 years."

I painstakingly removed the forks and other debris from the armor and reattached the outer shell. Instantly, the magnetic effect disappeared, and the miracle of retrieving objects from a distance would never happen again.

"Wow, that's amazing! Did you learn that trick from Magneto?"

I quickly returned the items to the stunned Poppy and Lin. Luckily, there wasn't a kitchen knife or hammer nearby, or I would have been blown to the head by that blow!

“I learned this from my grandfather’s book on electrical engineering,” Gray said confidently. “The book said that a permanent magnet is an object that can maintain its magnetism for a long time without an external magnetic field. Depending on the material, it can generally last for 10 years. Permanent magnets can be made of ferromagnetic materials, such as iron and nickel.”

"That's where I got my inspiration. Permanent magnets have strong magnetism, which can be used as a surprise weapon! I took apart my grandfather's generator, did some simple modifications, and made this strong magnetic glove!"

...No way! I just filled in the ore pit, and now you've taken apart your grandpa's generator?! I have a suggestion: why don't you take a kitchen knife and go in and stab the old man inside to death?

Don't worry, he's just an unrelated old man, definitely not your grandfather!

"Sigh, it's come to this... How was the result?" I could only ask resignedly. After all, it was a contribution made for my equipment, and if he got beaten up, I had to save him.

"The magnetic force is a little weaker than expected, but it has no problem attracting 200 kilograms of iron, and it can also affect many other things!"

I know that. When talking about magnets, people often think that "magnets attract substances like iron, cobalt, and nickel," but in fact, all substances have magnetic induction. It's just that iron, cobalt, and nickel have stronger magnetism, making the magnetic induction phenomenon more obvious. Other substances will not show magnetic induction without a strong magnet.

I examined the boxing gloves and noticed a peculiar metallic layer. "What's inside?"

"Inside is a special magnetic field shielding material that can reduce the weakening of the magnetic field to a very low level. This way, it won't affect your movement when you don't want it to!"

I nodded, looking at the left arm armor with satisfaction.

With this arm armor in hand, I'm not afraid of anything, not even Little Li's Flying Dagger or the Xuan Tie Sword. I can just stretch out my hand and these weapons will obediently be caught in my grasp.

However, if the environment is inappropriate, it can be awkward. The most likely scenario is that I reach out and hundreds of kilograms of iron objects fly in from all directions and pin me down, then I can't shake them off no matter how hard I try, which could directly lead to my death.

However, I have another brilliant use for it.

I can hold a halberd weighing one or two hundred kilograms in my left hand and hold it firmly with a magnet. No matter what kind of martial arts master I am, unless I have the strength to move mountains and cross seas, I will never be able to knock my weapon off.

Moreover, the enemy will be surprised to find that my weapon has a peculiar suction force that pulls their weapon and pulls it off course. Their originally fierce slashing movements are instantly diverted to the side by my touch, guidance, and pull, making them like puppets on strings, unable to control their own movements.

At this point, I can announce to my fellow martial artists and heroes that I have mastered Sir Isaac Renwoxing's unparalleled martial art, the Universal Gravitation Star Absorbing Technique. The mantra of the technique is: Universal gravitation equals the gravitational constant multiplied by the product of the masses of the two objects, divided by the square of the distance between them.

Hmm...wouldn't this trick a bunch of people into going mad with greed?

"Great! This is exactly what I need!"

While praising Gray, I silently confiscated the arm armor. "However, this thing is too dangerous and is a controlled weapon, so I, as the sheriff, will keep it!"

Gray was taken aback for a moment, but under my righteous gaze, he gave in and dared not say another word.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and Mr. Dart walked in alone.

"Hey, boss, you're back?"

I glanced at the time and saw it was almost noon. The owner had been out all morning, but only a handful of people were patronizing the business. This was due to the small town's business environment; it wasn't his fault for not trying.

"Boss, thank you for your hard work... It was my oversight. There's nothing we can do without customers. I'll think about it again after I finish today's work."

I quickly reassured the boss, saying, "It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. It's fine for everyone to joke around. But if this business really took off, how would I make a living? I prefer to just wander around town and kill time..."

But Boss Dart said with a beaming smile, "Don't worry, Marcus! I was a little delayed, but when everyone heard you were going to open a cafeteria, Mookie and Gotz vouched for you, and now they've all prepared the supplies. Look!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his back, allowing me to see the bustling crowd behind him...

not good……

If one person eats three meals a day, ten people would eat thirty meals a day, and thirty days a month would eat nine hundred meals a day...

Close the door now!

Some treacherous subjects are plotting against me!

Chapter 262 Next Time Forever

If you don't work 996 when you're young, when will you be able to?

Do you think you should be proud if you never work 996 in your life?

In this world, everyone wants to succeed, to have a good life, and to be respected. I ask you, how can you achieve the success you want without putting in more effort and time than others?

Suddenly, a mesmerizing voice rang in my ears, and one thought filled my mind...

Go to hell!

In the time that followed, I met almost everyone in town, and I was just short of cooking for the cattle and sheep at Muchi Ranch and the animals at Lady Lilia's chicken farm.

Even with the help of the colonists, I felt dizzy and my limbs felt heavy. This hardship wasn't physical exhaustion, but rather mental fatigue.

Often, as soon as I finish cooking one meal, new customers come in to order. After I finish the new customers' orders, a whole bunch of other people come in to order.

After I finished cooking for all these people, I finally wanted to sit down and rest, but when I looked up, it was already close to evening, and more people were arriving after finishing their meals...

Is this what August is like, never ending?

Kyon, please use your omnipotent, adorable Nagato to think of a solution!

It is well known that prolonged periods of high-intensity work can lead to three harmful effects:

First, memory decline;

Second, weakened immunity;

Third, memory decline.

And I might be in that situation right now. According to my limited memory, the colonist system has already prepared a variety of dishes, including Golden Bean and Jade Soup, Dried Pork Shreds, Yam and Fish Salad, Ham and Winter Melon Soup, and Fried Double Crispy Dishes, among others. There are probably many more dishes I can't remember. As these dishes were brought out of the kitchen one by one, I seemed to hear not Karen's voice outside, but a strange notification sound:

"Ding! You have a new Ele.me order!"

…………

"Cheer for Marcus!"

Even that night, the tavern's patrons showed no sign of leaving, gathering together in the tavern, laughing and chatting, feasting and enjoying themselves, and even having time to raise their glasses to cheer for me.

Completely overwhelmed by the busyness, I stepped out of the kitchen and found the tavern filled with familiar faces. But I was more interested in a few people on the other side…

"Lin, are you alright?"

I saw the diligent Lin sitting in the corner, lost in thought, with Popuri leaning against her. From a distance, the two of them seemed... somewhat dim, as if they had burned out completely?

When I turned around, Karen was also staring at me fiercely, as if she was about to exorcise me at the slightest provocation. I was so frightened that I couldn't even bring myself to say anything about the unpaid wages.

Wage arrears are a characteristic of capitalism, and we have no choice but to experience it!

Behind me, Ellie patted my shoulder and took a deep breath. I noticed that her hands had been soaking in the water washing dishes for too long, and her skin had turned a little pale.