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

I don't know where to find this thing—maybe I should go look behind the bronze gate in Changbai Mountain.

As for the depletion of physical strength, I found that it was because the body had adapted to the cycle of exhaustion and replenishment, and was naturally locked into a state of energy circulation.

Without the speed of accumulating power in the charging mode, I'm like an empty pond where even tadpoles can't jump around.

...Why is the car starting up again? Is there any hope left for vegetarians?

Therefore, it's not me who feels tired, but this body. Otherwise, how could a body digitized and modified by the colonizer system, a bug that could run a wild horse all day without getting tired, be as weak as a chick?

My current physical condition is more like being cursed with exhaustion. My stamina limit is locked at around 5% by a special condition. I feel weak after even slightly strenuous exercise and can only rely on my body to adjust itself and slowly recover my stamina limit.

So it turns out that when you solve one problem, you encounter more problems.

But life is a spiral process. When spiraling upward, you will encounter resistance, and when spiraling downward, you will find relief. Only spiraling upward is the way to go!

According to the expert, when I fully master this state, I will encounter the ultimate barrier he described—only then can I further strengthen it according to his method.

The expert's guidance not only cleared the fog in my battles but also pointed me in a clear path to improve my own strength... well, actually, it was a clear path to enhance my cheat abilities.

The colonizer system relies on the host for knowledge learning, and its own knowledge absorption is very mechanical, making it unable to make connections between different types of knowledge.

This requires me to proactively increase the amount of knowledge I learn, triggering more hidden features of the system...

For example, right now, I really need two amazing tools.

One is Noah's Ark, which proves that the sea of ​​knowledge is boundless and intelligence is limited; the other is the BBK lighter, which can be used to light anything you don't understand. If neither of these applies, I'll have to acquire knowledge by reading books myself.

The library is readily available to me, and there's also an Akarin girl who claims to have 103,000 books stored in her mind. As long as what she has in her mind isn't all pornographic books, she can always be of some help to me.

I don't have high hopes for the others.

For example, I find it hard to believe that an engineer like old Sebala, who claims to have completed the entire course of a doctorate in mechanical engineering but can only build a Phoenix brand human-powered generator, is such a disgrace.

While libraries are certainly nice, that place...

It will devour time...

While I was lost in thought, the people around me weren't idle either.

Cliff has been working like a tomb raider these past few days, venturing into the dark and gloomy mines every day to drag out and burn the suspicious insect corpses, and to kill, disinfect, and repair the places where insect nests have appeared. He's been busy every day and is currently explaining his work to Boss Dart.

Upon hearing about the young man's many contributions to the town, Mr. Dart generously added a spoonful of curry to his bowl, silencing his incessant chatter.

Cliff was satisfied and shut up.

Karen watched me eat, finding my peculiar behavior of taking a bite and then pausing—a habit that amused her even more when I had the spoon in hand but forgot to open my mouth and smear it directly on my face several times.

But after watching for a while, she also got tired of my comedic performance and asked the middle-aged driver wiping the table next to her.

"Boss, wasn't my mom here this morning? Where did she go?"

Boss Dart stopped what he was doing, pointed to the wall behind him, and said, "Sasha came in this morning to complain about Jeff, and then went next door to have afternoon tea with Mana."

Karen responded with an "oh," seemingly unsurprised by this statement.

Next door to the tavern is Mr. Dick's winery.

I had long heard of the three ladies of the town's Gossip Alliance, who were considered the town's three goddesses. Legend has it that if you could gather these three people, you could reign supreme in the world of gossip.

The three of them most often gathered in the town's Rose Square and their own homes.

I don't know why the three of them got together, but I suddenly became a little curious about them.

I met Ms. Sasha this morning; she is indeed a powerful and assertive woman. Her demeanor alone is unlike that of a typical small-town woman.

Professor Baqir's wife was even more remarkable...

Stand users! Have you ever seen a Stand user?! Just the obvious features that subtly take shape on their backs are enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life!

So what kind of woman is she who can be considered an equal to these two?

"Mr. Dart, what kind of person is Mr. Dick's wife? I don't think I've ever met her before?" I asked.

Upon hearing this, both Karen and Boss Dart fell into deep thought, as if they had encountered a tremendous problem.

I asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Is it because you're so capable that it's hard to comment?"

No wonder.

The person who can keep that bastard Dick so well under control is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Suddenly, I pictured a landlady with heavy makeup, permed hair, and a cigarette dangling from her lips, exuding an aura of domineering power, beating her good-for-nothing husband with a stick every day, and I shuddered.

But after I voiced this conjecture, both Mr. Dart and Karen shook their heads.

Boss Dart said, "No, Mana doesn't look as scary as you imagine, quite the opposite, she doesn't seem threatening at all... but her mouth is really something!"

"Very talkative?" I asked.

Boss Dart chuckled and said, "Dick once told me, when he was drunk, that when they first met, Mana would always remain silent, smiling as she listened to his grandstanding and boasting, only occasionally offering a shy reply. This satisfied his vanity, but also made him worry that this woman might be too indecisive. Until after they got married... hahaha..."

Then, the unscrupulous boss in front of him actually laughed gleefully.

Karen added, "That's right. Although Mrs. Mana is very sharp-tongued, she takes good care of her appearance and looks no different from a girl in her twenties. My mother suspects every day that she is lying about her age."

Wait!

Mr. Dick's hair is half white, but his wife looks like a girl in her twenties.

Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?

What a beast!

Boss Dart stepped forward and explained, "Karen, tell your mother she doesn't need to guess anymore. I was the officiant at Dick's wedding twenty years ago, and Mana is indeed forty-one this year. But her appearance is natural."

After saying that, Boss Dart touched his graying temples and said enviously, "Mana's family has really good genes. I visited their daughter Anzo a few years ago. Even though she had been away from town for ten years, she still looked like the sixteen or seventeen-year-old she was when I first saw her at the tavern..."

Hearing this, Karen's face twisted with jealousy, and she gritted her teeth, saying enviously, "I'm so envious..."

Mr. Dart sighed, "I'm so envious..."

I couldn't help but complain, "Did you two borrow your scripts from Lin Jiaqi? It's time to update them! At least add the water-falling and CP-making features!"

Ignoring the envious duo sighing and lamenting, I suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Let's pause here! Boss, may I ask how old Mr. Dick is this year?"

Mr. Dart estimated and said, "He's a bit older than me, probably in his fifties."

That head of curly hair, just as I expected!

I slammed my fist on the table and demanded, "This bastard is ten years older than my wife, how dare he stop Harris from pursuing Anzo! Even if Harris is a bit ugly, has a bad character, comes from a broken family, or has a dead-end job, that doesn't mean we can completely dismiss him!"

Boss Dart was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slammed his fist on the table and roared, "You, who would make up such things about Harris, are clearly the one who denies him the most!"

The owner touched the bar table in the shop with a pained expression before continuing, "Dick isn't as shallow as you think. He did carefully consider Anzo's future... Oh, of course, I'm not saying I have any opinion on his character. That shameless bastard isn't worth my special attention."

Boss, it would be better if you didn't say the second half. This kind of understatement only makes people think that Boss Dick is even more of a scoundrel.

Hmm... Could it be the curse carried by the old miners that makes Boss Dick hesitate? But if Boss Dick knew the inside story, he should have been infected with the meme long ago. So it seems like something else is causing it?

The TV next to me was always on, playing a channel that had no informative local advertisements. The products it introduced were always things like seeds, fertilizers, pesticides, veterinary drugs, agricultural machinery, mulch film, feed, and household appliances. It gave me the illusion that I was watching CCTV-7's agricultural channel, and that after the commercial break, they would soon start showing "Getting Rich".

But after the lengthy commercials ended, instead of "Get Rich Quick," a rare federal television news segment followed.

[...Recently, in response to the Deep Space Fleet's repeated illegal incursions into Earth's airspace, the Federal Government has issued a diplomatic note to the Star Alliance headquarters, demanding that it restrain the Deep Space Fleet's overstepping actions.]

[...Protests erupted across the Federation today to protest the Deep Space Fleet's illegal actions, and the hunger strike, now in its third day, continues. Our reporters will continue to follow this story.]

[...The Federation's first aerospace carrier fleet, currently under construction, will also conduct large-scale joint military exercises to simulate counter-sanction measures and resolutely defend the Federation's legitimate rights.]

[This concludes our federal news broadcast. We wish you a pleasant day.]

Well, it seems Harris has returned to the Deep Space Fleet as he said, and has also stirred up a wave of political turmoil on the border.

Political news has its own rules, the most common of which are "the stronger the tone, the weaker the substance" and "the fewer the words, the bigger the issue." Large-scale protests like this, erupting from the government to the people, are utterly useless.

To paraphrase Yuan Shao, "Even if all the officials in the court weep from night to dawn, and from dawn to night, can they still cry Dong Zhuo to death?"

Lu Bu gave it a thumbs up, indicating that neither godfather nor father-killing was a problem.

Upon seeing the news, Boss Dart scoffed, picking up the rag again and sneering, "They should have known better than to back down when they went too far. These people in the Federation are really getting worse and worse..."

I indignantly echoed, "Exactly! Exactly!"

Boss Dart glanced at me sideways. "Have you forgotten that you're also receiving a salary from the Pan-Continental Federation and are on the Deep Space Fleet's kill list?"

I was taken aback by his words, then quickly waved my hand and said, "No, no, it's not that bad. I'm just a temporary worker... If that day ever comes, I'll just take off my clothes and shout, 'I've served the Party and the country, I've shed blood for the Chairman! You can't treat me like this, I want to see the Commander!' That should be enough to save my life!"

Given my relationship with Harris, I shouldn't be purged, right?

But thinking about this, I suddenly remembered Harris's unusual relationship with the Deep Space Fleet, and then I thought about how the Deep Space Fleet had only returned to Earth from the depths of space in recent years, displaying an unusual power to suppress all sides.

Before this, the defection of the Deep Space Fleet was a death knell hanging over the heads of all political factions in the Federation; anyone who got involved would be put on the purge list.

Is the falling out between Dick and Harris related to this incident?

"Boss, the problem with Harris, could it be...?"

I mumbled something and gestured with my finger toward the sky.

Mr. Dart mysteriously remained silent, only stopping his table-wiping motion. His silence indicated that he had heard my statement and answered my question.

Chapter 564 Marcus felt he had a great advantage

A strange atmosphere arose in the indescribable environment, making it all the more mysterious.

"How mysterious!" —by a certain kobold.

"Boss, let's talk about something else. Speaking of which, it seems like Boss Dick hasn't been to the tavern in a long time. Has he turned over a new leaf?"

The last time I heard news of Mr. Dick was when he got drunk and couldn't get into his house, so he was locked in the wine cellar overnight and caught a bad cold.

After that, the tavern lost one of its regular customers, a talkative jerk.

Mr. Dart took down his wine glass and wiped it, glancing slightly to the left as if he were slowly contemplating something.

Hmm... a glance to the left is a memory, a glance to the right is fabrication, no flaws were found.

"Dick seems to have suffered a major blow to his wallet recently, and his vineyard is also facing the threat of production stoppage due to insect infestation, so he has been staying at home making wine for the past two months, saying he wants to make up for the losses, and he hasn't been coming to spend much money."

After saying this, Mr. Dart sighed deeply, seemingly regretting the loss of such a valuable client.

Nonsense! People who come to the tavern to drink their own wine and have to pay for it to the owner are just as perfect as paid trolls who bring their own food or translation groups who work out of love. How could anyone not like them?

I exclaimed, "Has Mr. Dick not come for a drink for two or three months? Has he given up drinking?!"