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

Gray looked at me with a puzzled expression, not understanding the point of this training I was talking about, and subconsciously asked me, "What should I call the dog?"

"...Just call him Grandpa. Sebala is man's best friend."

"What's the point of this kind of training?!"

Gray threw the javelin to the ground in a state of utter despair.

…………

It was already quite late at night, and we were both so caught up in the joy of the initial completion of our secret base that we didn't want to go back so early. So we sat at the meeting table in the middle of the cave hall and continued chatting about this and that.

"Boss Marcus, your building skills are truly unparalleled!" Gray looked at me with admiration. Although he was also exceptionally talented, he was still far from being as good as someone with cheat-like abilities as me.

I humbly replied, "You flatter me. I just used the time others spend drinking coffee on drinking beer."

"...Boss, you seem to have really had too much to drink."

"Haha, Gray, I saw you were holding something in your hand just now, what was it?"

Gray slapped his forehead, then remembered something, picked up a tightly wrapped cloth bag from the doorway, and placed it on the council table.

As he unwrapped the cloth bag layer by layer, the contents suddenly emitted an astonishing light, seemingly brightening the entire cave.

"What kind of treasure is this? A brocade cassock?"

Seeing this treasure that seemed to emit light even in the dark, I almost transformed into a black bear demon and snatched the cassock. Speaking of black bear demons, they're the monsters in Journey to the West who fought Sun Wukong to a standstill. Later this year…

"It was from my grandfather's collection, and I took it out secretly!"

After I suppressed the appearance of the Stand user with the pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, I saw that it was a dazzling greatsword!

The sword is two meters long and nearly half a meter wide. Its blade is as wide and heavy as a door panel, so that ordinary people cannot even lift it, let alone wield it!

The light was emanating from the sword itself. Whether due to the forging process or not, the blade possessed a glassy sheen, refracting rainbow-like halos whenever light shone on it. Upon closer inspection, one could even see wisps of light on the blade, like dragons soaring and swirling in the air.

"Grandpa brought this sword back from his trip, and I wanted to take a look at it and study the secrets of the weapon. Since you're here too, let's study it together."

How could that old drunkard Sebala have such a greatsword hidden away?

Could he be the Saber summoned in this Mineral Town Holy Grail War using the drunkard's beard as a relic?

Chapter 142 Fighting is a man's friendship

"No, this weapon is too technologically advanced. Unless we disassemble it to analyze the materials or observe the entire forging process, we won't be able to see anything about it."

We studied it for a long time, but couldn't find any clues in the dim light, so we had to give up.

Gray slumped back in his chair, dejected. This was the closest he had ever come to the forefront of cold weapon technology, but due to technological barriers, he was completely unable to gain anything.

I looked at it for a while, then carefully reached out to touch the sword, feeling its cold texture.

Overall, the sword's rainbow-like blade is dazzling, and the fiery light it contains almost seems to burn onto the table, making it so captivating that one can't take their eyes off it.

However, compared to the exquisitely ornate blade, the hilt and guard appear overly plain, as if the swordsmith had exhausted all the high-grade materials at hand and could only resort to some dull, inferior materials as a makeshift solution. This desperate situation is clearly a great insult to the swordsmith, to the point that this fellow didn't even leave any obvious forging marks.

Suddenly, I felt a slight blur in my vision.

At first, I thought it was because I had been in a dimly lit place for too long, causing eye strain. But when I looked elsewhere, I could even see the wrinkles on Gray's clothes clearly.

Finally, I confirmed one thing.

My entire field of vision is clear, except when I catch a glimpse of this sword, my vision becomes blurry.

"This feels like an item attribute panel?"

I have made a preliminary judgment.

When I see the weapons displayed on the side, a void of light appears before my eyes, and then text that only I can see is projected onto it.

When I saw this weapon, all I saw was a faint, empty light screen, but no words appeared.

Could this weapon also be produced by the colonizer system? Or is it that the system recognizes the quantity of this weapon?

"Gray, where did your grandfather get this weapon?" I had no choice but to ask Gray. Sebala usually looked like a wretched old man, and his craftsmanship was mediocre at best; he didn't seem like the kind of person who could get his hands on something this good.

Gray shook his head: "Grandpa only said that a friend had left it with him and told me to keep it safe, and then he went off to drink."

It seems we won't find any clues here.

"Forget it, let's not dwell on it. You should take it back quickly. Since you can't get any results from this research, you might as well go home early."

But Gray disagreed: "Boss, let me take another look... I'm sure I'll find something!"

I had no choice but to patiently persuade him: "It's so late today. What if Grandpa finds out if you don't go back soon? You'll get another beating."

“Boss, do you think my grandfather is capable of finding out?” Gray countered.

...What you said makes a lot of sense. There's a 50% chance that guy is in the tavern, and a 50% chance that he's sleeping. There's absolutely no chance of finding him.

“Okay, you’re right. How about we do something else? Don’t just watch. Using weapons is also a form of research. Let’s take it outside and practice with the weapons,” I suggested.

Gray's eyes lit up at this: "Right! We can test its practicality! Boss, do you know any combat skills?"

Combat? That's a completely unfamiliar area. My personal attributes are Shooting Level 8 and Melee Level 4, which aren't particularly outstanding numbers. But the system is never something that can be clearly explained by numbers alone.

Previously, during shooting, there was a combat command to select targets, but it was only used for ranged attack actions and there was no powerful combat function that could handle everything.

"We'll see once we try. Let's find a place to practice."

…………

With blind faith in the colonizer system, I chose a wooden spear and walked out of the cave with Gray to the open space outside.

The area near the hot spring is located halfway up the mountain, and there isn't really any flat ground suitable for fighting. The only suitable spot is the open space in front of the hot spring house. We stood there and kept our distance from each other.

Gray skillfully assumed a two-handed sword-wielding stance, holding the rainbow greatsword horizontally in front of him. His spine was straight, and every muscle in his body was gathering power, coordinating the balance between the user and the weapon as his body swayed slowly.

Seeing this, I knew that Gray was not just an ordinary user, but someone with extensive combat experience with greatswords.

If I were to stupidly take a wooden gun and go into battle with him, I'd be blown to bits in no time!

"Gray, we're just sparring, don't get serious. Remember, you have a real sword, I only have a wooden spear," I cautioned.

Gray looked at me seriously, coordinating his breathing, and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. By the way, boss, don't you need to do some warm-up exercises?"

Okay, Gray is determined to win this spar. But I've decided to be extra cautious with a novice like him; too many inexperienced martial artists have accidentally killed or been killed in sparring matches. The root cause is their competitive spirit; they're unwilling to give up until a winner is decided, making the phrase "stop when you've made your move" meaningless.

In a corner of my work, I was manipulating the colonist system, searching for functions that suited my needs.

"System notification: Colonists have been detected entering the combat environment. Since the attack has not yet occurred, the full combat system cannot be activated."

"To avoid friendly fire, the system has activated the friendly combat mode and canceled offensive commands."

"Please select the mode: Dodge/Ignore".

What kind of friendly mode is this? Why are there only two options: run away with your tail between your legs or blow it up on the spot?

Why don't you simply upgrade to two options: the head-covering crouch defensive stance and the tiger landing stance?

Just when I was at my wit's end, Gray spoke up instead: "Boss, the way you're standing here so casually, with that dreamy expression on your face, makes you look like you have a lot of openings, but actually makes it impossible for anyone to attack you! Are you trying to take advantage of the enemy's underestimation of you and amplify their weaknesses?"

...Gray, how come I never noticed how seriously you've become a Di-hua before? Your ability to make up stories has improved so much!

"What did you say? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you clearly." I didn't know how to explain, so I simply changed the subject.

Unexpectedly, Gray continued to praise, "As expected of the boss! Even with a weapon in hand, you give off a completely harmless feeling, making your opponents not even have the thought of using force. Was this also part of your plan?!"

That's enough, Gray! It's my fault; I shouldn't have let you brainstorm weapon ideas every day. You're not just having ideas anymore, you're a black hole! Your head and neck are just a hole, aren't they?

I was too lazy to explain further to him, so I decided to pin my hopes on the magical effects of the colonizer system. What if these two modes could also turn something rotten into something magical?

I don't know what the system means by "attack incident," or if the combat system is only activated in life-or-death crises. But now I only have one choice: running away is better than being blown up on the spot.

"Select mode: Evasion".

Chapter 143 Unequal Battle

Gray was on high alert, sword in hand, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for my command to launch an attack.

But seeing me there, relaxed and blankly zoning out for a long time without any reaction, even showing signs of falling asleep on the spot with unfocused eyes, I couldn't help but want to ask.

Then, to his surprise, I moved! I took a step back, and my first movement was...

Throw away weapons?

I threw the spear far away as if it were a hot potato!

This action not only stunned Gray, but also terrified me. Is this some kind of idiot mode? We're about to go to war, why are you throwing away your weapons and striking a pose that looks like you can take any beating or scolding?

"Boss... what do you mean?" Gray asked, not understanding my actions.

My body has been taken over by the system, and this action is completely beyond my control. I can only grit my teeth and say, "Try hitting me. I don't need a weapon."

Gray asked me, looking completely bewildered, "Boss! I'm holding a sword here, how are you going to catch it with your bare hands?"

So what if you catch a blade bare-handed? Why are you making such a fuss? I'm being lenient by not exhausting you with a dance-like move.

Although that's what I was thinking, I couldn't just keep complaining, so I changed my mind and said, "Just attack slowly first! We agreed to spar, are you planning to chop me in half with one sword?"

Gray then understood, looked at me intently as I stood empty-handed, as if strolling in a courtyard, and hesitantly offered me a sword.

This sword was aimed at my right arm. It's a move that can be launched and withdrawn at will, and can be retreated in time if things don't go well. They were really worried about hurting me when I was unarmed.

Gray thought his movements were already very slow. Even I, an absolute layman, could see the attack intention. Even taking a step back to the left would have allowed me to dodge the attack.

But I stood there like a clay sculpture, completely oblivious, unmoved even as the sword was about to strike. If this continued, I figured they would really cut a chunk of flesh off my arm.

However, the greatsword weighs fifty pounds, and when it is swung, it generates a great deal of inertia, which cannot be stopped at will. Gray quickly took a step forward with his right foot and twisted his waist in the opposite direction, trying to counteract the inertia of the sword, but the blade was still slashing towards me.

"Boss! Get out of the way!"

Gray could only shout during the intervals between exertions, hoping to wake me from my sleepwalking state.

But the next moment, Gray's shouting stopped!

Just as the blade was about to strike me, and I was in imminent danger, I, who had been completely unresponsive, suddenly raised my right hand and deftly touched the greatsword with my arm, producing a metallic clang.

Suddenly, I moved, instantly cutting within three steps of Gray, as if that sword strike was a game I was controlling, completely unnoticed by me.

Could it be that the reason I threw away my weapon was because my First Dimension armor was being used as a weapon, so I threw away the attached spear?

But Gray was even more surprised than I was. He only saw a blur before my eyes, and the rainbow greatsword was blocked by me. The shape of black arm armor was faintly visible through my billowing sleeve. In actual combat, this single move would have torn his throat open!

"Wow, that's amazing... Boss Marcus, I didn't know you were this good! I'll continue my attack then!"