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

Gray was suddenly stunned.

"This...I..."

He turned to look at the strange clothes lying to the side, then looked at me with a shocked expression, as if he had been shot, his eyes full of astonishment.

Grey had been acting strangely these past few days, not coming to the tavern or even wandering around town, so I started to suspect he was up to something. Then one day he showed up at the mine entrance wearing a black cloak, and I knew he was mentally unstable.

At such a young age, he possessed superhuman strength.

Gray, living in town, was unaware of his extraordinary abilities, and thus appeared simple and unassuming. But after his experience as chieftain of the Cedar Clan, and after accompanying me on my expedition to the Corilo Mountains, defeating countless enemies…

Being a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) patient isn't scary, nor is not knowing how to use one's power. But if someone with chuunibyou doesn't know how to use their power, then disaster is inevitable. I don't want him to become the Demon King of the Forest Horse.

"Think carefully about your actions tonight."

I shook my head and sighed, asking, "If you really encountered someone robbing Lady Lilia's chicken farm tonight, would you immediately rush in and kill them?"

Gray blushed and retorted, "I... I wouldn't do such a thing! At most, I'd break the prisoner's legs and hand him over to the police!"

I looked into his eyes and asked, word by word, "Then why did you subconsciously choose to wear this clothing that conceals your identity? Is it because the identity of Gray prevents you from doing good deeds? Or... do you actually want to wear a cloak that transcends your identity and do things that you normally suppress and dare not do?"

I said that last sentence almost in a demanding tone, which completely stunned Gray.

The boy remained silent for a long time before finally lowering his head, no longer daring to meet my gaze.

The young man before him was mature beyond his years, and this mental attack meant nothing to him. What truly silenced him was the naked exposure of his inner thoughts, revealing to him that beneath his heroic dreams lay the very behavior he despised.

Young people are too impulsive. They always think about making a name for themselves at a young age, but they don't know the classic formula of Shonen Jump. Stories about friendship, hard work, victory, and growing up in youth are outdated.

The most popular trend right now is, of course, the "survival of the fittest" school of thought! This includes handsome men who consider themselves ordinary, powerful men who spend their days fighting against thin air, and billionaires who are constantly planning how to lose money!

(Let's assume that the popularity of this kind of story is because it's relatable. If you agree, type 1 to vote; if you disagree, gouge out your eyes.)

For example, me, from the awakening system to now living cautiously every day, isn't that enough to serve as a role model?

"You squat in the room and draw circles for a while, and give me your coat that you took off."

"why?"

"Just give it to me."

I took the clothes, stood up, and went to the other end of the warehouse. I turned on the light on the other side, revealing an area that had been unnoticed before.

There, neatly arranged and densely packed machines were all the production equipment I had tinkered with over the past two days. Art creation tables, stone cutting tables, forging tables, smelting furnaces, brewing tables, sewing tables, machining tables... all kinds of production tables of different sizes and specifications were quietly displayed in a corner, without making a sound.

"Remember, equipment is ultimately external; willpower is the core. Only by abandoning the weaknesses and loneliness within the human heart and possessing the will to fight alone like Batman can you transcend the weaknesses of ordinary humans and be qualified to carry out your will!"

"By then, you will no longer want to imitate becoming a superhero, but someone will stand up and say, the real superhero should be someone like Gray!"

Gray listened to these words in disbelief, and I patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, giving him some advice.

“Watch carefully, A Lei. I’ll only do it once. Write it down.”

I strode over to the electric sewing machine and began operating it with effortless skill.

Chapter 577 A Step-by-Step Guide to Upgrading Equipment

"Boss, what kind of outfit is this?" Gray asked.

I shook out the freshly made combat uniform in my hand, laid it flat on the table, and introduced the thing in front of me with a slight sigh.

"I learned the combat uniform from the Sunheart Mercenary Group. Don't be fooled by those ruthless killers; their combat equipment and technology are truly top-notch. When it comes to modern special operations, even the elite knights of the Meto Empire are no match for them."

Gray stroked his clothes and asked in surprise, "Boss, you've actually gotten involved with them too?"

I said dismissively, "What do you think? In the days before you came back, you were busy wrestling with people in the tribal camp. Did you do anything serious? Do you think I'm as reckless as you?"

Gray touched his hair sheepishly, "It's been so long since I've been separated from Mori and the others, but I still kind of want to go back and see them... There wasn't anything else going on back then, was there..."

Gray spent his days playing, while I took the opportunity to forge alliances with surrounding forces, exchanging friendly relations for their scientific technology and unique formulas. In any case, with the "Dual Star" system eyeing them covetously, they preferred to coexist peacefully with the Sharp Vision Alliance.

This combat softshell suit is something I learned from them.

Item Name: Combat Softshell Suit (Ender Squad)

Item Description: This is a set of combat soft armor customized for the Last Ones Detachment, designed for urban and polar warfare.

The outfit includes a pair of trousers, a softshell jacket, and a multi-functional belt. Constructed from lightweight materials, with detachable sleeves, it offers considerable protection. However, the designer himself proved that this garment cannot stop bullets.

Item attributes:

Global processing speed increased by 20%

Long-distance collection amount +0.25”

Through my interactions with them, I discovered that the Suncallers are a group of religious people who are constantly talking nonsense. They have a fixed time every day for introspection and reflection—to ensure that they continue to move unwaveringly in an increasingly wrong direction.

The first members of this organization were all persecuted by war, government, capital, and those in power. They eventually came together under the founder's banner, which was established by a terrorist who wanted to avenge his sister who died in the war.

However, these people are not cults in the ordinary sense. They follow a rather unique logic, belonging to a universally oriented, pro-war, anarchist terrorist group, and also possessing a populist temperament similar to that of a cult.

At first, I thought this organization had some shady connection with Call of Duty, but the organization's later developments were much more complicated...

Those who joined later were mercenaries, defectors, former armed forces members, and followers with the same ideals from various places. They underwent rigorous training under the command of elite mercenaries, forming the special operations team before me.

They are adept at using torture, terrorism, mass destruction, murder, and genocide to fight against interstellar governments, regarding anyone who stands in their way as an enemy.

Their reason for being willing to negotiate with me was not based on political or economic considerations, but simply because they recognized me as a person—to be precise, as a member of the mysterious "Ancient Group".

Their behind-the-scenes commanders seem to have decided that I am an envoy sent by a mysterious sabotage organization that is much older than them, and that they have extended an olive branch in order to start a war and cause chaos on the planet.

However, these people also had reservations about me.

For example, the equipment blueprints they provided me were not based on their internal technology, but were clearly products they had looted in battle.

The system's suggested name suffix, "The Last Squad," refers to the illegal military organization that I was very familiar with back in Shining City.

This organization is a private military company. Its founders formed the "Last Mercenary Group," which was previously involved in treason and genocide in the Edge Stars. They also led the Last Mercenaries in a fierce battle against the law enforcement forces of the Shining World.

This massive rebellion, spanning several planets, was even recorded in the academic history books of Shining City. Because Star Alliance law forbids the death penalty, the defeated founder was sent to a spaceship bound for an undisclosed prison planet, never to be released.

But the damage had already begun, and the remaining members quickly reorganized the organization on the original framework, constantly recruiting criminals and mercenaries into their ranks, and to this day they continue to expand their influence in the peripheral world of the universe.

The Heart of the Sun sent me these equipment blueprints, clearly with ill intentions, but since they were of no benefit to me, I accepted them with a smile.

"Try it on; this is what combat clothing should look like."

Gray carefully took the clothes, put them on, put on all the parts, and began to move around in place, trying to make attack moves.

Compared to the previous bulky and crude outer robe, this combat uniform clearly draws inspiration from outdoor softshell jackets in its design concept. The remaining space inside allows for the addition of bulletproof vests or cold-weather combat uniforms as needed, ensuring effective wearability from bullets flying everywhere to artillery fire, and from -48°C to 27°C.

Gray stood up and took a couple of steps, and immediately felt the ingenuity of the outfit's design. The details further demonstrated the effectiveness of long-term adjustments and preparations, and at least he no longer had to worry about the bottom of his pants tearing after a deep squat.

From the outside, this combat softshell suit has a standard high collar, and the lining material appears to be the same as the material of the combat pants waistband.

The clothing Gray brought was made of a rather thin material, so its insulation wasn't great after the modification, but its sweat-wicking ability was surprisingly excellent. The hem had well-made dividers to separate the waistband and drawstring from each other, preventing chafing. The main zipper on the softshell had very thick teeth, was covered with fabric, and had a windproof flap on the inside.

The pockets on the torso of the garment include a Napoleon-style pocket on the right breast and two standard pockets on the abdomen.

All pockets are internal, and the zippers are covered by fabric, so it is difficult to notice the pockets when looking at the front, making it easy to store concealed equipment.

There are also pockets on the arms, but the zippers are on the outside, facing the wearer; the entire arm pocket is placed on the sleeve, and its capacity can be maximized to hold a dagger for cutting and escaping.

"How about it? This outfit is much better than yours, isn't it?"

After finishing sewing this garment, I took some iron ore and went to another piece of equipment.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Seeing me approach the forging table, Gray couldn't help but ask curiously, "I've never seen this equipment before?"

This is something that even I find novel; of course, he's never seen it before.

In terms of technology, I'm currently stuck at the stage of making homemade shotguns and smoothbore guns. I can't research recoil systems and pneumatic systems, and my combat effectiveness with cold weapons is actually higher than with firearms.

Compared to the furnaces I used before, the machining table in front of me is a product of technological progress. Once connected to a power source, it can be used to assemble and disassemble mechanical devices, symbolizing a technological breakthrough.

Now, the machining station allows me to manufacture more advanced combat equipment, such as what I'm about to make...

"Watch closely, this thing could not possibly be forged by hand. I'll demonstrate it for you today."

…………

After a flurry of dazzling maneuvers, Gray stared at me in disbelief. "That was too fast! I didn't even see it! How did that thing appear in an instant?!"

I shoved the helmet over his head. "Stop talking nonsense and put the helmet on properly!"

Item Name: FAST Helmet (End of the World Squad)

Product Description: The FAST helmet features a revolutionary ergonomic shell shape and is the most advanced helmet system manufactured by the Special Operations Center, offering the highest level of ballistic protection with minimal weight. A unique feature of this equipment is the ability to select different levels of protection and information accessories to suit the needs of different operations.

Item attributes:

Shooting accuracy +0.1

Emotional sensitivity -50%

"Collapse threshold -1%"

The blueprints for this equipment were provided to me by the Sunheart as spoils of war; it is an advanced piece of warfare equipment. Here, FAST stands for Future Assault Shell Technology, not "fast."

This helmet is designed not only to meet the requirements of protection, but also to take into account the needs of soldiers to install various equipment on their heads, such as communication headsets, night vision devices, tactical lights, cameras, goggles, and face shields.

Although this helmet has an advanced concept, the manufacturing technology is not exactly a secret, and many military enterprises can produce similar products.

The helmet I designed is a high-cut type, with external support for night vision goggles. It is suitable for extreme sports, climbing, activities in rugged terrain, and other fields. It is also widely used in less strenuous and lightweight sports, such as training and search and rescue.

The original building materials also need to be reinforced with fiberglass to increase toughness and enhance bulletproof capabilities by increasing the glass fiber content.

However, the products produced by the system never need to take these exaggerated features into account. As long as the durability is not consumed, there will be no problem with cracking or damage. The ballistic protection performance of this helmet is absolutely top-notch.

What I like most about this helmet is its unique ergonomic design!

According to tests conducted by the Sunheart, the shape of this helmet can even significantly reduce the damage from psionic attacks and mitigate the damage to brain tissue caused by unseen forces.

This made me overjoyed, having just been ambushed by the Meto Empire's mental abilities. I immediately selected this piece of equipment from many different models!

"Grey, how does it feel to wear this?" I asked.

Gray looked around for a while, then hesitated and said, "It feels chilly... a bit light, and the protective area has quite a few gaps... is this kind of equipment really safe?"

I shook my head and explained, "These lightweight tactical helmets sacrifice some protective features in order to reduce weight and add accessories, with the aim of bringing greater benefits in combat."

The high-cut helmet even forgoes ear armor in order to better accommodate communication devices—I think it deserves at least a high-fidelity noise-canceling Bluetooth headset to justify the risk I've taken.

Gray thought for a while, seemingly unable to accept something that challenged his beliefs.