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

He's generous... my foot! It's a risk-free, high-profit business; who cares about who's on whom? Once we've eaten this, we're all on the same side. The starving people might profit, but Gray definitely won't lose. Alright, keep the music playing and the dancing going!

If Gray were to redouble his efforts and trap the thirteen allied tribes here, preventing them from uniting with their own territories and rendering their accumulated resources useless, Gray could then use his tactic of shifting stars to control them and truly seize leadership of the tribal alliance.

It looks like my method will soon work. I can persuade the Brown Pond tribe to share their crops peacefully, and everyone can happily go home and live their lives, creating a rare and precious long-term peace for the Blue Hermit Crab Grassland.

"Hamad, you go up and challenge him."

Chief Bertholdt ultimately took full responsibility, sending the tribe's bravest warriors to meet this seemingly absurd challenge.

They could choose not to fight, but they couldn't afford to be caught red-handed. Gray's words implied that daring to accept the Brownpool tribe's challenge was equivalent to being labeled a cowardly traitor, a reputation that would be devastating in a tribe that revered bravery.

A burly warrior named Hamad stepped forward, carrying his weapons, and said defiantly, "I am Hamad, the bear-hunting warrior of the Giant River Tribe. Who are you? Which of you dares to accept my challenge?"

At that moment, the pre-arranged repeaters instantly sprang into action, each one puffing out its chest and shouting: "Can't hear you!" "No power!" "Can't hear you at all!" "Say it again!" "Start over!"

A barrage of retorts enraged Hamad, who, in a muffled and gruff manner, roared, "Bastards! Who among you dares to challenge me!"

The next moment, the repeating machines continued their mocking chants at full power: "Can't hear you!" "Too quiet, can't hear you!" "Say it again!" "Too quiet and you want to sail a warship!"

Hamad was enraged and charged towards them with his spear, furiously intending to indiscriminately attack the people of the Brown Pool tribe.

But halfway there, I firmly grasped the spear in his hand, and with a gentle lift, I redirected his forward momentum to the side, preventing him from thrusting again.

"Don't rush, that last sentence was very spirited! But in our school for the deaf and mute, the senior fourth-grade student said he couldn't hear, and he just couldn't hear! We have the magistrate of Fukuoka Prefecture, the Buddha of Tokyo, the Celestial Venerable Yang Jian, the Star of Tianshan, Corporal Morishita, and the army soldier Hirata Ichiro celebrating his birthday in Heian Prefecture... Which one are you looking for?"

Chapter 512 A Traitor Among Us

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Hamad of the Giant River tribe roared and kicked forward. As I turned to dodge, he drew his spear and thrust it at my throat.

In a split second, I brushed past him, barely missing the tip of my spear, before we separated again and faced each other in the open space.

The scene instantly caused a stir. Among them, Chief Berthold of the Giant River tribe, his old face expressionless, but his hands unconsciously clenched, seemingly lamenting the failure of Hamad's attack.

Gray quietly stepped forward and led his men to block the thirteen alliance tribes, preventing anyone from attacking me from behind and ruining this glorious duel.

I don't know if it's glorious or not, but the ten tape recorders behind me were quite a lone wolf. Not one of them even bothered to come forward to help. They just stood there watching the show, almost as if they had brought sunflower seeds, watermelon, and small stools—the three essentials for watching the excitement.

"State your name first! Then take out your weapon! You won't be so lucky next time!"

The tribal warrior Hamad stood facing me with a cold expression, his hands strong and powerful, clearly having honed his superb combat skills through long hunts and battles.

But in my eyes, these superficial things are not important.

In my opinion, folk remedies such as bulging temples, calloused hands, thick knuckles, and deep, slow breathing are all just tricks and gimmicks.

Because I'm looking at his character panel very carefully!

Ignoring unimportant data such as name and faction, I turned my attention directly to the profile and characteristics of this 25-year-old warrior.

"Childhood: Son of Vengeance. When Hamad returned to his village as a child, he found it had been ransacked by bandits. He vowed revenge against the attackers and fought on the grasslands until he joined the Great River tribe."

"Adulthood: Tribal Warrior. Upon reaching adulthood, Hamad wields axes, clubs, spears, and other melee weapons, choosing to fight for his tribe."

Previously, due to the large number of people I had met and the numerous issues that needed to be resolved, I had not used this function of the colonist system for a long time.

However, it's undeniable that on this planet where character panels are readily available, this cheat-like ability is a huge help to me. For example, right now, I can clearly understand Hamad's story in just one minute, and even discover his traits, personality, and weaknesses.

Hamad's brilliant achievements are mainly due to the green traits "Fighter" and "Strong" on his character panel, and the white trait "Tenacity".

Statistically, the "Fighter" ability makes him agile, more adept at close-quarters combat, and more resilient when injured. It also provides four buffs: +1 to melee skill, +1.0 to melee hit rate, +5.0 to melee dodge chance, and a damage multiplier of 80%.

"Strength" makes him stronger, better at physical labor, gives him a harder punch, and makes him recover from injuries more easily. Specifically, it grants +1 to combat ability, +15% to immunity gain speed, and a 200% increase in carrying capacity.

Even his most basic "Resilience" trait gives him an indestructible body. He takes far less damage than others when attacked, making him less likely to die. The data reflects this simply: a damage multiplier of 50%.

It's not extraordinary for someone to be good at fighting; they also need to be able to withstand blows to be truly exceptional. Hamad, with his rare combination of three all-positive traits and two green traits, became a renowned warrior in the wilderness, clearly holding a high position within the Giant River Tribe.

Right then and there, I wanted to grab my little hoe and pry open the wall of the Giant River Tribe!

Aside from Eaton, the traitorous leader, who has a rare decent "Commander" trait, I couldn't find any other useful traits among my subordinates. This makes it easy to see how valuable it is to have all positive traits and to have all the melee points maxed out.

What is the most expensive thing in the 21st century?

Talent? No, everything except talent is getting more expensive! Even the price of pork has doubled, while interns' salaries are still only two or three thousand yuan. This clearly illustrates what should be abandoned in market competition.

But in this interstellar age where civilizations frequently break down or regress, talent is the most powerful weapon.

Therefore, when I faced Hamad, I gave him my most friendly smile—unfortunately, I immediately remembered that I was wearing a mask and he could only see a basket.

So I said in a friendly tone, "Warrior, go ahead and attack, for your hands are the best weapons."

Isn't that how it's always written in novels? When a martial arts master sees a promising talent, he'll usually put on airs, put his hands behind his back, and let the young man hit him as he pleases. Then he'll show off a technique of using stillness to control movement and the weak to overcome the strong, and finally say casually, "You're teachable. Would you like to become my disciple?" That way, he can easily trick a loyal disciple into joining his school.

For example, when Confucius recruited Zilu, a country bumpkin who wanted to bully scholars, he found out that Zilu was a tall, strong man who closed the door and was smiling as he talked to him about "etiquette." How could Zilu not admit defeat and become his disciple? Even if Zilu had fought back, Confucius's father, Shuliang He, was a real strongman who could lift a thousand-pound gate. How could his son be weak?

"You're humiliating me!"

Hamad exploded upon hearing this, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at me and gritted his teeth, saying, "Leave your name! You're the first person to dare to defy me like this! I'll make you feel the pain!"

I subconsciously said, "Hmph, my pain is greater than yours... No, don't say that. We still have to address each other as master and disciple in the future. I don't want to play the 'dragon returns to the sea, but the sea does not welcome Marcus' kind of rhetoric."

Hamad swept his spear forward, yelling, "Bastard! I'm not here to listen to your nonsense! Pick up your weapons and fight!"

I instinctively backed away, saying repeatedly, "Okay, okay, don't be impulsive, young man. Let me check what weapons I have on me first..."

His words did remind me—albeit in a negative way.

Although I wasn't carrying a bow and arrow, my arm armor was full of deadly weapons. If his spear had been just a little further forward, it probably would have automatically triggered the counterattack mode. If the system had used its "Eight Directions Hidden Dagger" technique to chop off his head, it would have been a huge loss.

So I have to remove the deadly weapon first.

"Don't rush, don't rush, young man, I'll be ready soon. Let me tell you a story. I had the same attitude as you when I first became your apprentice..."

As I tried to persuade him, I disassembled the first-dimensional equipment on my arm and tossed it to the parrots behind me who were watching the show.

"Let me tell you, there was this cripple who claimed to be a martial arts master and even put salted eggs on his eyes and called himself Salted Egg Superman. Isn't that hilarious? I wanted to smash his head in right then and there."

Hamad's forehead veins bulged as he watched me leisurely searching my body for weapons. "Stop beating around the bush! Are you ready?"

I waved my hand: "Not yet, let me look around for any other weapons. This time I can't even leave a toothpick on me—except for the Silver Spear I'm carrying. Speaking of the Silver Spear, that cripple said he was my savior and insisted on training me personally... but when I arrived, I saw him beaten up like a pig's head!"

At this point, I tossed the last dagger I had on me and looked at Hamad with a relaxed expression. "That's enough. I'll warm up a bit more. Do you still want to hear the story? If you do, I'll continue!"

Hamad, who had been standing to the side for half a day, now leaned on his spear and looked at me coldly. He seemed convinced that I was deliberately stalling for time, and said with a sneer, "Are you trying to say that you actually encountered a powerful expert in hiding and ended up learning all his fighting techniques? That kind of story is so old-fashioned that even the taverns in town don't use it anymore!"

I asked, puzzled, "Huh? How did you know?"

Hamad brandished his spear: "Nonsense! Since you've disarmed yourself, does that mean you're ready to die? Take this!"

I laid my hands out in front of me, one in front of the other, and said with a smile, "Later, that cripple said his leg had been broken. That person was also my enemy, named Broken Flow..."

Hamad couldn't stand it anymore, so he immediately turned around and kicked the end of the wooden spear, sending the spear tip flying off the ground and piercing my chest.

I knew something was wrong then, because the colonist system had started operating automatically again. Hamad's green trait was strong, but how could it compare to my three gold trait panels?

The colonist system met the attack head-on without any suspense, and used my hands to perform a rather ordinary bare-handed blade-disarming and reverse-slashing technique.

I saw my hands slice straight into the gap where the opponent was holding the spear, and with a chop against the thrusting motion, I struck Hamad's neck in a lightning-fast instant.

The scene froze for three seconds.

Three seconds later, Hamad's spear fell to the ground, and his body collapsed into the dust. This was less than ten seconds after the start of the entire battle.

Those who are used to repeating me have seen my heroic figure as I, Show Lo, smashing through huge rocks, and know that my close combat skills are superior to my ranged attacks, but the Horde Alliance doesn't know that! The audience, who originally predicted a fierce battle, were instantly plunged into a deep, shocked silence.

On the opposing side, only Gray, the traitor who loved listening to my ramblings, specifically asked, "Brave warrior of the Brownpool tribe, your story was quite interesting. Could you finish it? What was the name of that enemy?"

...How embarrassing, Gray! You're actually interested in those old tricks that even the savages of the tribe are tired of hearing!

It must be because I, as the eldest, didn't take good care of you. Next time, I'll tell you the story of Superman vs. Steppenwolf, and you can learn the (embarrassing) little tricks of showing off with "I am rich" and "He is tall".

I'm also quite annoyed that the battle ended so easily. Luckily, Hamad only fainted, but my plan to poach his apprentice has completely failed...

I said irritably, "No, you misheard me. I wasn't talking about Senior Brother Duan Shui Liu. I was talking about the Magmo alien with a spear in his hand! That cripple is called Dan Moroboshi, and he beats me up and forces me to practice martial arts every day!"

The story took an instant turn in my words, "There's one more thing you got wrong: I'm not from the Brown Pond tribe. We come from the 'Tsuburaya' Group in space, here to mediate the conflict as allies of the Brown Pond tribe, on the orders of Lord Shafulin!"

Chief Sakam of the Scorpion Yakan tribe said with a gloomy face, "I've never heard of any ancient group! You're just one person, what makes you think you can decide right and wrong here?"

I slowly walked to the center of the arena and said to them, "Force can't solve all problems, but it can solve the problems of those who create them! I will stand here empty-handed and accept all challenges. Whether you want a one-on-one fight or a group brawl, I will stand here and never back down. With me here, no one will get any closer to Mount Corillo!"

Chief Berthold of the Great River Tribe sent men to retrieve the unconscious warrior Hamad and said to me, "Emissary of the Ancient Group, your actions are commendable, but they determine nothing. We outnumber you by hundreds or thousands; you will only be throwing your life away in vain!"

I stood proudly on the battlefield, speaking eloquently: "My master, the Muscle Man Kid Da, once said... oops, almost right... My master, Ultraman Seven, said that a true warrior protects everything! On another planet, even with his limp, he is still fighting desperately! I will also protect what I stand for!"

I thought that my passionate, even childish, remarks would make the other side think I was a fool, and then send people out to bombard me with questions, falling into my trap of luring them into adding fuel to the fire.

As they suffer repeated defeats and grow increasingly desperate and panicked, Gray's real opportunity to seize power will arrive!

But Chief Berthold, defying the anger of the other covenant chiefs, said something unexpected.

"Brave messenger! Your courage and conviction have moved me. Our Great River Tribe is willing to accept your challenge! If you can defeat all the warriors in our tribe, the Great River Tribe will fully support the peace talks!"

In an instant, the other chiefs of the Thirteen Alliance tribes all wore expressions of shock, as if a traitor had emerged from among them. The accompanying commentary, "I never thought that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes would betray the revolution," would be perfect.

But to others, Chief Berthold's imposing figure seemed to radiate a faint golden light, instantly transforming into some kind of symbolic animal with an olive branch in its beak and making cooing sounds—it was practically the very embodiment of a peace dove!

My first reaction was: Holy crap! Could this guy be the mole too?

But my second reaction was: Oh no! This guy saw through my plan!

Bertholdt couldn't possibly know my plans, but that cunning old fox clearly saw through Gray's ambition to seize power. So, he used a feigned retreat, accepting a peace treaty when I foolishly challenged him!

In that case, if I defeat them all as planned, the Giant River Tribe can naturally reach an agreement with the Brown Pool Tribe to obtain grain seeds and planting techniques, easily extricate themselves from this quagmire of war, and at the same time use the domino effect to dismantle the alliance to reclaim the Holy Mountain, making it difficult for others to continue and forcing them to negotiate passively.

After all, fighting at this point would be even more difficult without a leader like Bertholdt to coordinate the conflict or the manpower support of the Great River Tribe. As for peace talks, the Great River Tribe would have already seized the main benefits, leaving the rest with only scraps.

This move was truly brilliant, instantly putting both allies and enemies in the same predicament! As the thirteen covenant tribes left hungry, the one who suffered the most was Gray, who had to feed a large group of people. This revenge was so natural and seamless, it was simply a stroke of genius.

Of course, I have another option: to deliberately lose to them and ruin his plan to use this opportunity to negotiate...

Firstly, if I lose, the Giant River Tribe will have both a good reputation and a good credibility, making it extremely difficult for Gray to sway him; secondly, I worry that while the old man appears to be wholeheartedly committed to peace talks, he might secretly use insidious means to scheme against the Brown Pool Tribe, which would put me in a difficult position.

Sigh, but for now, it seems the only option is to defeat them first to facilitate peace talks and regain some control. The Brown Pool tribe, possessing the miraculous seed, seems destined for more misfortune...

"Very well! I swear in the name of Lord Shaflin that I will accept all challenges with my bare hands! Until the tribe is willing to mediate and reconcile!"

I spoke to the opposing faction, and I saw Gray, with a goofy face full of theatricality, respond, "The Cedar Clan also accepts your challenge! Warrior, please state your name!"

I gritted my teeth and said, "Easy... Burning Lion's Eyes, Showa Five Elders, Fighting King Leo!"

Chapter 513: A mole appears, and the transaction is halted.