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

"Why are you so into character!" Boss Dart gave me a chop to the neck without any politeness.

"Isn't this about analyzing countermeasures? How can you find a solution if you don't fully immerse yourself in the role..."

I said, feeling wronged.

"So, after all that talk, do you have any good suggestions?" Mr. Dart said irritably.

After thinking for a moment, I came to a conclusion: "I think we can wait and see. Once he gets overwhelmed by the pressures of family and life, he will naturally understand Sebala's feelings..."

“I would have been dead long ago by then!” Sebala retorted.

"Haha, then it's my turn to step in." I said confidently. "Sebala, bring him to the ranch next time, and I'll come and find out more."

“Yes, Sebala, let the young people handle their own affairs,” Boss Dart advised.

…………

After eating and drinking my fill, I returned to the ranch to prepare for making some more defensive weapons.

I've already tested the bow on Zack, so I'm planning to make another weapon.

I looked at the craft workshop and saw that besides short bows, they could also make sticks, so I thought I might as well make them all.

With this weapon, both ranged and melee attacks can be effectively combined, allowing for quick counterattacks against the enemy.

Select task: Make sticks

Material Selection: General-purpose stone

Once I chose to complete the task, I felt like I was losing control of my body again.

I was manipulated to pick out a long, general-purpose stone from the pile of stones next to me and place it at the hand-crafting point.

At the same time, he picked up a relatively sharp stone from the ground, and with a casual stroke, it turned into a hard, dark, glossy stone that looked like glass that had been blackened by smoke.

"Is this obsidian?"

I'm a bit skeptical, but as far as I know, obsidian is a hard yet brittle volcanic crystal with glass-like properties. Simply put, it's easily broken. What use would you have for it?

What happened next stunned me.

I picked up the obsidian and smashed it on the ground, instantly breaking it in two sharp-edged pieces.

Using the sharp edge of the obsidian, I cut a neat corner off the common stone like a hot knife through butter.

"........."

Is this even reasonable?! This isn't a stone, it's a laser cutter!

At the hand-carved point, I continuously cut with both hands, slowly shaping this hard, general-purpose stone into a stick shape.

However, one side of the stick is relatively slender, just right for an adult to grip, while the other side is designed with a multifaceted shape, with many edges and corners on the thicker part, making it suitable for striking at a distance.

Item Name: General Stone Straw

Basic description: A club with a relatively heavy end, used to strike and kill enemies. This ancient weapon is part of human evolutionary history. Evolutionary biologists say that a major reason why humans can tilt their wrists to one side (instead of only being able to swing them forward or backward like other primates) is to better wield a club.

Flammability: 0%

Aesthetics: 3

Durability: 170/170

Weapon melee damage per second:

Handle damage 9.0, 2.60 seconds/hit.

Initial hit deals 14.9 damage over 2.60 seconds per hit.

Melee Armor Penetration: 19%

I stood up, holding the stick in my hand, and swung it around a couple of times in the air. It felt very suitable for striking, probably with the combat power of a holy sword of physics.

Then I made a short bow by hand, took it to an open space, and started preparing for the activity.

"Let's try the stick first."

I gripped the stick tightly in both hands and swung it hard at a well-grown tree.

"Select command: Attack trees."

Command check: Passed.

A command appeared without my active input on the panel!

The stick moved swiftly to the tree trunk without any air resistance, then I retracted it without any recoil and swung it out again.

Where the stick touched the tree, it was as if it had been hit by a large-caliber rifle, shattered into pieces, with wood flying everywhere, a truly horrific sight.

After I hammered at it wildly, the tree finally wobbled and fell, as if it had been relieved of a great burden.

"terrible……"

With this power and attack pattern, even having a stick for defense would be useless.

Then I took another stone to experiment with, and just like before, without any recoil, I smashed the stone into pieces all over the ground.

Next, it's time to test the bow and arrow.

Proper archery training involves a complete process, from taking a stance, nocking the arrow, raising the bow, drawing the bow, aiming, releasing the arrow, and putting the bow away. However, as a complete novice, I really don't know how to train. I also have featherless arrows that don't have any guiding properties, so my overall guiding principle is to just go with the flow.

I stood about five meters away from a tree, nocked an arrow, and slowly drew back the bow...

"Select command: Attack trees."

Command check: Passed.

bass!

The arrow left the bowstring before I was even aware of it, leaving only the bow itself trembling slightly.

In the distance, the arrow was already deeply embedded in the tree trunk!

"hiss……"

I took a deep breath and told myself that this must be an accident.

But when I drew the bow again, my body once again involuntarily crouched down to the left, firmly embedding the arrow into the tree trunk.

Character attributes:

Combat Attribute: Shooting Accuracy

Attribute Description: The base probability of hitting the target at a given shooting distance. Hit probability is also affected by the target, cover, and environmental conditions.

Final value: 98.1%

After testing at various distances, I discovered that whether I hit the target or not depended entirely on my shooting skills, but rather on the combat command's judgment!

My shooting accuracy within 5 meters is probably really that high; out of more than twenty arrows, only one failed to trigger the attack command and drifted off to who knows where.

However, only about 80% of the distance is within 10 meters.

At a distance of 15 meters, I had less than a 70% chance of successfully triggering the combat command.

In the end, when I stood 30 meters away, only 50% of my shots triggered the combat command successfully.

At distances exceeding thirty meters, not a single combat order was successfully executed.

Chapter 33 Training in the Forest

On this day, forester Gotz, carrying his axe, walked along the familiar forest path as usual.

His job is to regularly clean up the trees in the forest every day, cutting down those that are dry, sprawling, or diseased, so that they can grow in a proper and orderly manner.

Finally, he carried the wood back to collect it and sold it to the townspeople as materials for house repairs and furniture construction.

Gotz continued living like this for twenty years since that worst day of his life.

In the secluded forest, only faint light could filter through the dense canopy, and the gnarled roots would occasionally become obstacles for Gotz's path.

But his steps remained firm, and his eyes, now clear and bright, were like an eternally burning flame, sweeping away all the distractions in his mind.

As he walked through a familiar mountain hollow, a faint sound caught his attention.

The sound was coming from about a hundred meters ahead, and should have been almost inaudible by now.

However, the extremely sharp, piercing sound cut through the air for hundreds of meters, transmitting the sound in its original form, which was chilling.

Gotz stopped and slowly tried to decipher the sound.

The sound could be heard about once every second, turning into a continuous whistling sound, like a gust of wind sweeping through a fine comb, blowing a sharp whistle through each hole.

However, this sound usually lasts only half a minute, after which the dense forest returns to extreme silence, leaving only Gots' strong and powerful heartbeat, beating steadily and resolutely.

To hear the sound clearly, Gots held his breath, slowing his breathing to almost imperceptible. He wished he could stop his heartbeat altogether, just to hear where the sound was coming from.

After waiting for a long time, Gotz decided to go forward and find out what was going on.

When he had walked more than ten meters away, some other traces caught his attention.

On the trunks of several large trees, amidst their wrinkled bark, Goetz discerned traces of holes being pierced!

The marks were incredibly deep and concentrated in a fixed location, forming a ring-like pattern, densely packed together in a circle.

Technically speaking, such marks can be made by cutting with any tool with a blade.

But tell me, who can evenly distribute each wound one centimeter apart, without any overlapping, connecting, or uneven wounds?

Could it be that someone with exceptional knife skills is idly making these marks here?

As Gotz was lost in thought, the sound of rapid-fire cutting through the air rang in his ears once again, and the continuous sound gradually came to a number as he silently counted.

Twenty-two sounds!

He hurriedly calculated the number of wounds on the tree trunk...

Twenty-two!

In other words, this person created twenty-two wounds in half a minute using twenty-two sounds, arranged in a centrally dispersed manner, as if they were created by nature.

Gotz suppressed his doubts. Based on his judgment, the two were still more than eighty meters apart. With him in the light and me in the dark, he should not be discovered.

So he decided to keep getting closer.

Navigating through a dark, dense forest requires a lot of skill.