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

Item Name: Barley

Product Description: A robust grain that provides immunity against wilt disease, barley can be used for cooking and brewing. The soft stalks of barley are primarily used as bedding for livestock and are also widely used as roughage.

Growth time: 7 days

Fertilization requirement: 70%

Fertilization sensitivity: 60%

Light requirement: 51%

Characteristics: Harvestable, limited lifespan

Lifespan: 56 days

Harvest output: 13

Minimum growth temperature: 0 degrees Celsius

Maximum growth temperature: 58 degrees Celsius

Flammability: 100%

Aesthetics: 1

Nutritional content: 0.20"

Item Name: Hops

Product Description: Also known as hops, this is a flowering plant that produces hops, an essential ingredient in beer brewing. Hops are added during beer brewing not only because their volatile oils provide aroma, but also because they act as a preservative.

Growth time: 5 days

Fertilization requirement: 70%

Fertilization sensitivity: 70%

Light requirement: 51%

Characteristics: Harvestable, limited lifespan

Lifespan: 40 days

Harvest output: 8

Minimum growth temperature: 0 degrees Celsius

Maximum growth temperature: 58 degrees Celsius

Flammability: 100%

Aesthetics: 1

Nutritional content: 0.05"

While waiting for the battle report, I strolled through the vast plantation area of ​​Shisong Village, checking each plant in the colonist system. Most of them were local agricultural plants, such as local lentils, chestnuts, corn, and cassava. They were mostly low-yielding and short-cycle crops, and their only advantage was probably their drought and disease resistance. They were not recognized at all in the colonist system.

Finally, I stayed here and found the two useful plants mentioned above. I collected two bags of plants, stuffed them into the bags, and had the horses carry them all the way back here.

These two crops can form a complete industrial chain. Barley itself is more adaptable to climate than other plants, but its growth cycle is relatively short among cereal crops, which is perfect for cultivation on slopes with a short growing season. Native barley has a lower yield, but its resistance to heat and dryness is stronger than other small-grain crops, and it can be sown in autumn in near-desert areas.

However, these shortcomings have been easily resolved by the colonizer system. After the modification, although the growth cycle is longer than that of rice, it has been shortened to one week, and the yield has been greatly increased!

Hops are an essential ingredient in brewing, giving beer its unique characteristics—a captivating bitterness and refreshing aroma.

Hops act as a preservative. Before pasteurization, beer without hops could rarely be stored for more than two weeks and would easily spoil or turn sour. Adding hops can maintain the quality for several years.

With these two plants, I can make a fortune every day or live a life of plenty. I can build a market based on my flagship product and establish a sound economic system.

Actually, I brought the tobacco plants back with me, but I'll stick to planting this addictive crop next to my tavern—I don't want to see a bunch of teachers smoking, drinking, and getting perms when I come to Silent Valley next time.

Chapter 378 The Superman Theory

In the shade of a neatly renovated wooden house amidst a field that had just been cultivated, and as everyone held their breath and watched me stand on high, I convened a momentous recollection.

"Starting today... I feel like I've said this many times, but I'm going to say it again!"

Standing before the hundred-strong formation, I commanded the entire territory with an air of triumph, feeling as if I had reached the pinnacle of my life. After all, so many people now obeyed my orders, a stark contrast to the past when only a handful of people on the ranch had to do everything themselves—a tremendous improvement!

Indeed, troubled times breed heroes. On this lawless planet, I've actually thrived. Thinking of that impoverished ranch in Mineral Town, I can't help but burst into tears…

Oh right, let me send a telegram first! Instruct the machine guns at the front lines to move 50cm to the left!

"My lord... please continue..."

Eaton, the traitorous leader, stood in front of me with his team. Seeing that my speech on justice suddenly stalled, and worried that I might say something outrageous, he quickly whispered a reminder to me.

"Ahem... What was I going to say again..."

After a brief moment of thought, I decided to say whatever came to mind.

“I know that many of you were originally supposed to become qualified farmers, blacksmiths, tailors, cooks, or even civil servants, doctors, lawyers, or content creators… not counting the last one, in short, your fates converged somewhere, you crossed a turning point in your destiny, and ultimately became an unavoidable pawn.”

Upon hearing my words, many people in the arena showed expressions of reminiscence. Some were slaves, some were town guards, and what they shared most was that they were pitiful people who had no choice in their lives under the oppression of the loader leader.

"But I want to tell you, even after you've come here, you will still have to bear a destiny that is not your own!"

Taking advantage of the time I was farming, I finally managed to take off my armor. Although the equipment didn't cause me any burden from the weight, it severely restricted my limb movement, reduced the range of motion of my joints, and the material wasn't breathable. I'd had enough of it.

At this moment, I am wearing a black outer robe, still holding a steel halberd in one hand and a steel plate armor in the other.

"You think I rescued you to selflessly bring you liberation? Then death is your best destination! This valley has enough houses to live in, inexhaustible water, thriving crops, and equal freedom for everyone! You must pay a sufficient price for everything I have given, and you have no choice!"

The slaves were used to accepting what was imposed upon them, so I was very satisfied with their performance. They all stood there trembling, heads bowed and silent.

The town's garrison also had their own routine—they all looked at Eaton, who was standing in the front row, waiting for their commander's orders. Eaton knew without looking that everyone was waiting for his question, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak.

"Then... sir... what is the price?"

I slammed my full-body steel plate armor into the ground, causing an earthquake at his feet.

"Wear it, this is your destiny!"

"This is my answer to you! You must keep fighting, fighting, and fighting again, killing, killing, and killing again, until you are worthy of everything you have achieved today!"

Upon hearing my reply, Eton, perhaps to fit the mood, quickly bowed and shouted, "I would gladly die for you, sir!"

The fat warden had been smirking, gloating as Eton was forced to step on the landmine, only to miss such a good opportunity to show his loyalty. But he immediately realized he needed to make amends and shouted, "I am willing to die for you, sir!"

So more town guards and slaves joined the oath-taking ceremony, and the cry of "To die for me!" echoed through the valley, creating a wave of sound in the long-silent valley.

Since there are no neighbors here, I'm not afraid of anyone complaining to the property management about disturbing the peace. I just let them yell and shout as much as they want, venting their emotions until they're all hoarse and panting before they stop.

"No, no, it's not that serious... You don't need to get so agitated..."

Only then did I feign official decorum by pressing my hands together, and half-heartedly say, "Although I know that I am wise and powerful, and that people can't help but want to follow and serve me..."

Eaton, who was in the group, couldn't help but mutter, "You must have tricked everyone here into coming here, right..."

I pretended not to hear his complaints, but mentally gave him a major demerit. I was about to announce something important, and I hoped he wouldn't be surprised that the retribution came too quickly.

"But you are not pledging allegiance to me!"

As soon as I said this, the audience erupted in uproar. Some of the more exaggerated actors, like the fat guy, were even wearing a pain mask and almost rushed up to perform a tearful act, but thankfully I kicked him back into the crowd.

"Your acting is too fake... What I mean is, you are not meant to become my personal vassals. What you truly need to pledge allegiance to is that great one, and you are joining that great one's power!"

Most people present knew nothing about the mysterious force I mentioned—of course, if anyone knew the name of the cosmic superman Shaflin, I would definitely have a long talk with him about whether the cherry blossoms in my hometown had bloomed yet.

"The organization you are about to join is a very ancient and powerful force in the universe. They uphold the ideals of 'Superman,' were the first to shout the slogan 'God is dead,' and embarked on the glorious path of transcending the fragile human mind to become an eternal and powerful being!"

I feel like I'm becoming more and more like a cult leader. "Man is a bridge, not a destination. Surpassing humanity is not a natural evolutionary process based on 'survival of the fittest' as commonly believed in evolutionary theory. Rather, every individual should transcend themselves and overcome the various weaknesses and illusions of being 'human'."

The highly deceptive Superman theory, once put forward, seemed to have already caused an explosive chain reaction in the bald man's mind before it even took root in other people's minds!

"So you're Superman! Is this the ultimate secret of the knowledge you taught me?!"

I looked at this guy with a puzzled expression. Where did this eccentric personality come from? Was he trying to pounce on me and ask me?

I kicked him away as well, then raised my halberd and swung it rapidly, using the blade as a brush to draw a concise pattern on the ground.

The drawing on the ground was angular and sharp, its twisting lines piercing and incisive, seemingly unwilling to use even weak shapes like obtuse angles, forming a pattern of lightning. The only difference was that this lightning bolt, contrary to common sense, shot diagonally towards the sky!

"This is that person's mark..."

"Reverse Lightning!"

Chapter 379 Reverse Flash Legion

"The power established by that great man, having spanned too many eras and witnessed too many events, has been forgotten and is now known as the 'Ancient' Group..."

"Remember this: if you had a choice, you wouldn't be qualified to join this great corporation!"

"Life itself is an instinct for growth, continuation, accumulation, and the pursuit of power. The lack of this will to pursue power is depravity, and affirming life itself is the path to happiness. One should affirm oneself heroically, affirm one's own pain, including accepting all noble contradictions and sufferings."

"We are the army of superhumans, and our battles are to surpass human limits. The essence of superhumans is to be warriors. Only by overthrowing God can people fulfill their responsibilities and become their own masters. Re-establishing order is a task of great destruction and great construction."

My tone toward them grew increasingly hostile, and I stood before the enormous inverted lightning bolt pattern, spouting nonsense.

As for Reverse Lightning...

That's the logo of Tsuburaya Productions!

At least I removed the letters "Tsuburaya" from the logo, so that doesn't count as plagiarism, right?

"In a war that was almost as old as the universe, Tsuburaya Productions achieved a glorious victory, planting the Plasma Spark Tower, a symbol of evolution, in every corner of the universe! It also gave birth to powerful superhuman warriors such as Jack, Taro, Ace, Eddie, and Leo, whose fame is known to everyone in the Andromeda Galaxy Cluster EGS77!"

"My lord! Is this true? Then why... have we never heard of them before?"

Eaton, the traitorous leader, once again acted as the one who posed the question, voicing everyone's doubts.

I sighed and said in a heavy tone, "Although the superheroes are invincible in battle, the heavy logistical and financial burdens brought about by the war have seriously affected the brilliant results."

Nonsense! Do you know how long it takes to build city models, or how expensive monster suits are? Do you know how short the production cycle is for each episode, or how high the audience's expectations are for special effects and new monsters? Do you know how much money was spent repairing costumes for a dismemberment maniac like Ace?

In fact, Tsuburaya Productions has been troubled by a lack of money since its establishment, because miniature city models and costumes are very expensive to make, especially models. In order to make them look less fake, you have to spend a lot of money.

In order to save costs, Ultraman's battle time is limited to less than three minutes.

Unfortunately, this company doesn't know how to quietly make a fortune, sell toys, and do some advertising. It would be so easy to scam children out of their money like Meng Heizhu. Instead, they insist on disruptive innovation and have a strong sense of social mission. They are keen on incorporating various social metaphors and critiques into their children's tokusatsu dramas. When they have money, they go wild; when they don't, they throw money around. When the ratings are high, the production costs also tend to rise accordingly...

Ultimately, this led to subversive series like Seven and Leo often failing to meet viewership targets, while new works that lacked innovation and were self-repetitive were surprisingly popular with audiences. This fostered their habit of prioritizing profit over enjoyment, until the Eddie series failed to turn the tide and almost ruined them.

This must all be Lord Shafulin's counterattack!