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

I don't want to become that kind of nationally protected waste...

"Select work command: Sow land."

"The current land area is larger than the standard area. Should we use the power storage mode?"

Perhaps because the area I planted this time was larger than all my previous records combined, a new option for my planting method emerged.

"...Can this system still hear my complaints?"

"Give it a try..."

In the past, when we were meticulously working, our movements were quick and fragmented, and when combined, they were like phantom clones, so fast that they formed a white light.

This time, the heavy iron hoe was raised high, but remained suspended in the air for two seconds.

The next second, I heard the sound of my arm muscles twisting.

How to describe it... It's like the squeaking sound of a rubber band being stretched, making your teeth itch.

The muscles on the other side, however, felt like a fist being clenched tightly, showing obvious contraction and compression, as hard as steel.

In a flash, I realized that my body was gathering strength, accumulating potential energy like a spring, preparing to explode in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, two seconds later, the body, which had been gathering strength, suddenly exerted its power, and the pure iron hoe transformed into a thunderbolt that struck the ground from thousands of feet in the sky. Then came a violent gust of wind that swept across the pasture without restraint, and the dust it stirred up instantly filled the entire area.

Then came a bloodcurdling scream.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

Chapter 110 Unexpected Injury

A powerful, charged attack descended from the sky, releasing astonishing power in just two seconds of charging!

But everyone should know that farming and archery are not the same thing.

When a normal person shoots an arrow, the first thing to consider is the draw weight of the bow; the higher the number, the harder it is to draw the bowstring taut. Therefore, each draw requires a great deal of strength. Generally, shooting ten arrows in an hour requires a long rest; otherwise, not only will the muscles ache, but the arm will also be unable to withstand the enormous force, potentially leading to muscle tears and bleeding knuckles.

The colonist system cheated the bow's material when setting up the shooting function, using a super material of unknown composition as compensation, which directly ignored the bow's reaction force, allowing me to fire the bow infinitely within the intervals set by the system without causing any harm to my body.

But farming is different.

Although the system took over my body without causing any physical exertion, tilling the land requires contact with the ground and relies on the friction between the hoe and the soil to dig it up. Therefore, the hoe will inevitably experience some reaction force.

Therefore, these reaction forces are the same as the force you apply, the same force I return to you.

That's where things went wrong.

After the system calculated my strength, it showed that it was 93% of the human limit, meaning I could easily lift more than 200 kilograms.

This strength is both a lot and a little... not to mention Zack in town, who can lift 200 kilograms of potatoes with one hand and look completely at ease. And young Gray can also move rocks that exceed my strength limits.

Are all the residents of this town monsters?

However, this extreme strength was not something I acquired through training; it was directly given to me by the system. My muscles, bones, internal organs, and even my exercise habits and breathing rhythm have not undergone any corresponding training process; they are merely maintained at a state that of a healthy, ordinary person.

Therefore, when I struck the hoe and dust billowed up in front of me, I felt an astonishing amount of recoil from the hoe, as if I were arm wrestling with a mountain gorilla!

Then a wave of pain hit, causing half of my body to go numb instantly. I knew that the pain had exceeded the body's instantaneous tolerance limit, and the nerves were paralyzed to buffer it.

Despite this numbness, my body remained out of control. The hoe rose again, like a runaway train, plunging headlong into the dust.

For the next five minutes, the entire ranch echoed with the pounding of hoes and my heart-wrenching screams!

Amidst the chaos, I could see that with each strike of the hoe, a shockwave would appear on the ground, loosening the soil around the point of impact. Then, the soil would be quickly turned over and leveled, and in the blink of an eye, a large plot of land would be prepared, leaving time to sow seeds.

But that's all I can remember.

Waves of numbness kept washing over me, shattering my slightly recovered nerves once more. The muscle contortions I initially felt turned into numbness and desensitization. I'm sure my expression at that moment was a mixture of shock, fear, unease, and anxiety.

There was only one thought in my mind.

"Will my hand break if this continues?"

"Or the muscles shredded into rags?"

"Or what if I die from internal bleeding?"

Finally, the dust gradually dissipated and returned to its original place.

In the middle of a piece of land that had been cleared, sown, and cultivated in an orderly manner, knelt a man covered in dust.

I felt like I had lost control of my body for half a day. I didn't even have the strength to breathe, and my heart was pounding. Luckily, I had the iron hoe in my hand to lean on, which prevented me from falling into the field.

…………

"Boss, I have a box of potatoes to give you. Remember to come pick it up tomorrow!"

As soon as I entered the tavern, I greeted everyone warmly and called out to Mr. Dart, the owner of the kitchen.

Mr. Dart was preparing dinner for the evening when he took a moment out of his busy schedule to come and see me, saying something.

“Zack told us everything about your ranch harvest. Seriously, aren’t you going to move it over here for me? I have to go myself… feed Marcus, what’s wrong with you?!”

The boss came out and saw a man covered in dust and dirt. Being covered in dust and dirt was bad enough, but when I reached for the bar chair with one arm, my other hand hung limply at my side like a noodle, swaying slowly with my movements. I looked utterly pathetic.

"It's nothing, boss. I just hurt myself while working. I'll be fine tomorrow."

I struggled to move the chair and sat down, giving the boss an awkward smile.

Boss Dart quickly put down what he was doing, came out from behind the bar and said to me, "What happened to you? Zack said you were very strong and harvested more than 200 kilograms of potatoes by yourself. Looking at you, you look like a potato that has been uprooted!"

"Boss, please stop making fun of me. I was just trying to expand the farmland, and after swinging the hoe a couple more times, one of my hands went limp. Now it's as soft as a noodle, and I can only use my left hand."

But the boss ignored me and reached out to grab my right arm, professionally kneading it inch by inch to check the condition of every muscle and joint.

I asked curiously, "Do you also know how to set bones, boss?!"

Dart's stubble-covered face twitched, and he said with displeasure, "I really don't know whether to praise you or scold you. Luckily, it's just a muscle strain from overexertion, no fractures or dislocations. But with such a serious strain, you still have the mind to joke with me? A normal person would have been in the hospital by now!"

Of course I know it's just a muscle strain and there's nothing else wrong, because my task status bar clearly shows it.

Character Status: Right arm strain (severe)

Status impact: Operational capability -50%

Bleeding status: 0%

Not infected

Duration: 19 hours and 24 minutes per day

This status means that I can only use one of my two hands, but there have been no internal bleeding, fractures or other problems. It will recover on its own in about two days.

That's why I dared to happily come and continue to freeload meals.

But Mr. Dart couldn't help but continue lecturing me: "You should really get some exercise. As a rancher, you get injured even while farming. What are you going to do about raising cattle and sheep?"

A voice inside me was saying: Boss, you overestimate me. I can't even beat Poppy's hen.

At that moment, the TV in the store, which seemed to be a free TV set with an advertising offer, happened to be showing a current hot news story, which became the basis for Mr. Dart's lecture to me.

"Look, that person on the news can catch a giant fish weighing hundreds of kilograms with their bare hands. You should try some of those kinds of activities too, instead of just messing around all day!"

The news report stated: "...The highly anticipated 19th Fishing King Tournament has officially concluded in the Nandu Islands. The former Fishing King has defeated numerous top competitors to successfully defend his title. Below is a report from our reporter on the scene..."

I turned around and laughed.

Isn't that Gu Le Gu?!

Chapter 111 Fishing King

On TV, Gu Legu still looked like a dark-skinned, muscular philosopher, wearing only a pair of beach shorts, proudly standing on a yacht, showing off the big fish he had caught to the reporters below.

...Does my description sound strange?

In short, after a series of flashes, a microphone was finally handed to him.

"Mr. Gu Legu, what are your thoughts on winning this championship? Do you have anything to say to your defeated opponents?"

The reporter's approach was quite good; instead of pressing the issue directly, he posed a few thought-provoking questions to Gu Legu, allowing him to freely share his thoughts on the competition.

Gu Legu said confidently, "I am very satisfied with the result of this competition! Although I made ample preparations before the competition to win the championship, I was still surprised by the performance of my opponents. I believe that my formidable rivals next year will be among them!"

This is standard cliché. Of course you'd be happy to win the championship! And those compliments about the opponents aren't admission of defeat; they're just subtle ways of expressing a point:

Next year, our competitors may pose a threat, but this year you're all nobodies!

I never expected that Gu Legu could speak so succinctly; it completely changed my perception of him.

At this moment, a scene of the competition appeared on the screen, showing a large group of yachts leaving the competition port and beginning their battle of wits and courage with various fish at sea. Interspersed among these scenes were humorous moments such as fishing rods breaking and contestants falling into the water.

But in Gu Legu's shot, you can see his muscles bulging, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the water, and his legs rooted to the deck, exuding explosive power.

But what's most surprising is that the fishing rod in his hand, as the fish struggled and swam, had already completed a perfect arc in this struggle, and was even showing a tendency to gradually develop into an ellipse. It was as if you could hear the teeth-grinding squeaking sound even through the screen.

Even in such an unfavorable situation, the fishing rod showed no signs of bending or breaking; it remained firmly in his hand, serving as a drumstick to strike at the soul.

It's important to know that fish's streamlined bodies and muscles evolved in water, making them much stronger in the water than on land! As the saying goes, a fish weighing one pound has the strength of ten pounds, and in reality, a large fish in the water is generally two to three times its body weight, which can easily cause the line to break and the fish to escape.

Gu Legu gripped the rod with both hands, tilting it back at a 70-degree angle, maintaining a constant bow shape to fully utilize the rod's elasticity. After holding the position for a while, he gently played the fish from side to side, occasionally tracing a zigzag pattern.

However, since he was using a sea rod with a reel, he had to be extremely careful to avoid pulling off the first section of the rod.

This operation took a full half hour.

The playback speed was noticeably increased, and a timer appeared on the screen to keep track of the time. Large beads of sweat appeared on Gu Legu's face, and he leaned back slightly, clearly no longer as relaxed as before. His tightly clenched hands began to tremble.

As everyone wondered when he would let go, the fish slowly lost its strength. In the struggle, a shadow on the water drew ever closer to the boat.

Once the crew on the ship used the hoisting net to pull the helpless fish up, the fish finally revealed its true form!

I initially thought that such a powerful prey would be a tuna or something similar. Tuna have strong muscles and crescent-shaped tail fins, and their scales have degenerated into small, round scales, which are suitable for fast swimming. They can generally swim at 30-50 kilometers per hour, and their top speed can reach 160 kilometers per hour, which is faster than the fastest land animal.

But what was pulled up by the giant net was a fish with black and white spots like a cow, a head shape that combined with a whale, a dorsal fin like a wave, and four leg structures that were not yet completely degenerated.

The animal's jagged, sharp teeth were exposed as it breathed, creating turbulent airflow. Judging from the size of the retrieval net, the creature was no less than eight meters long, its massive body weighing down even the specialized fishing boat...

What you caught isn't a fish, it's a sea monster!

What the hell is this fishing king competition?!

This should be the One Piece tournament!

Could it be that the culprit behind the Zak shipwreck is actually the King of the Coast?