novelraw Chapter 6: The Power of System Tools
Chapter 6: The Power of System Tools
The flat hoe head was fixed to a wooden handle over a meter long, the common trapezoid-shaped kind.
Raising the hoe high, Leon brought it down into the soil. Leveraging its weight, he pried the handle back, flipping over a patch of earth. Beneath the dry, hardened crust lay fertile, black soil.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Leon continued until he had tilled every inch of the plot he had chosen. Satisfied that the once flat land was now fit for planting, he stopped and retrieved the mixed seeds he had gathered while cutting weeds earlier.
He scattered them evenly over the freshly turned earth. To his surprise, the seeds sank into the soil the instant they touched it.
Leon was startled but not alarmed. It had to be the system’s doing.
The mixed seeds he had gathered weren’t many—only enough to cover about a quarter of the area he had tilled. Still, the rest of the work wouldn’t go to waste. Tomorrow morning, Leon planned to visit Pierre’s General Store in town to buy more seeds.
He stowed the hoe and took out his watering can. It was heavier than he expected, but still manageable.
Tilting the can over the seeded soil, clear water sprinkled down like raindrops. The flow stopped precisely when it should, even though Leon kept the can tilted—no matter how he tried, not a single extra drop would spill.
It made him realize that even someone with no farming experience could manage the job easily with these tools.
When the last seed was watered, Leon finally breathed out in relief. He had done everything he could for now. After putting the watering can away, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.Inside the cabin, he rinsed his hands and face at the sink, drank two big gulps of water, took off his jacket, and lay down.
When he was busy, he hadn’t noticed, but now that he’d stopped, his body told him exactly how tired he was. His muscles ached, and a drowsy heaviness pulled at his mind. He hadn’t done much by normal standards, yet the fatigue was real—just like the stamina system in the game.
He hadn’t seen a stamina stat on his personal panel, but clearly, it existed.
Perhaps this was the price of using the system tools—heavy physical exertion.
Even so, Leon felt it was worth it. Doing all this with normal tools would have cost him several times more time and energy.
With that thought, his body claimed victory over his mind. He drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, only waking when sunlight streamed in through the cabin window.
“That was a good night’s sleep,” Leon murmured as he got up and dressed. A glance at his watch told him it was 6:15 a.m. He hadn’t checked the time when he fell asleep, but it couldn’t have been later than ten.
Early to bed, early to rise—it felt good. He was refreshed and full of energy.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth with cold water, he was glad he had packed daily necessities, including clothes, before moving to the farm. It saved him a lot of trouble.
Breakfast was yesterday’s pizza from Gus, now cold but still edible. The taste wasn’t great, but it filled him up.
Still, it made him think about getting a kitchen of his own. He couldn’t eat out for every meal—not with his budget—and he also needed to figure out how to sell his farm produce.
There was no magical shipping crate in reality that could turn crops into cash overnight. He would have to wait for Lewis to come and explain the selling process.
Since Lewis hadn’t shown up yet, Leon decided to make use of the time. Stepping outside, he watered the mixed seeds again. He didn’t know what they would grow into, but watering them daily could only help.
The task drained some stamina, but not much—about the same as running for five minutes. A short rest would be enough to recover.
Lewis still hadn’t appeared, so Leon took out his axe and eyed the trees crowding the farm.
Wood was an essential resource. Yesterday he had been busy exploring and meeting people, but now he could spare the time to clear land and stockpile lumber.
He chose an oak about as thick as a bowl and swung the axe. The impact jarred his grip so much that his hands tingled, leaving a clean mark in the bark.
This time, Leon was smarter. Instead of striking with full force, he chopped steadily with half his strength. The recoil was lighter, and each strike bit deeper into the trunk.
When the cut had eaten halfway through, gravity took over. The oak leaned and creaked loudly.
Leon stepped to the opposite side and delivered two final chops. The tree crashed down, hitting the ground with a resounding thud—and instantly transformed into neatly cut logs, all uniform in size.
“Wood (Resource): A sturdy, flexible plant material with a wide range of uses.”
Leon sucked in a sharp breath. He hadn’t expected the system tools to be this powerful. He’d already thought it was outrageous when the sickle could clear underground roots with a single swing.
Now the axe could not only fell trees but also produce perfectly cut, ready-to-use lumber. Even selling it in the market, no one would complain about the quality.
The cuts were impossibly clean, with no splinters, and every piece was identical in size—as if processed by machine. No one would believe they had just been chopped down moments ago.
That realization made Leon frown. He would have to be careful when using system tools in front of others. If ordinary people saw this, it could cause him no end of trouble.
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