After being stunned for two seconds, Anle jumped up and down, glaring at the system interface and cursing.
"Holy shit, this is some kind of game, I've been screwed over by that old man with the dark face!"
Anle rolled up his sleeves, glared at the screen, put his hands on his hips, and stared at the interface. He frowned in frustration, his brows furrowing in resentment. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling and unhappy he became. With nowhere to vent his anger, he stomped his foot.
"No, I'm not willing to accept this, I'm really not willing to accept it. I can't just let it go like this, I'm going to figure out how to play with you!"
Exiting the opened interface and returning to the initial interface, Anle stared at the interface from beginning to end, muttering to himself.
"Pastoral attributes, elemental analysis, upgrade guide, seven-colored pastoral—" He paused, then asked suspiciously.
"Seven-Colored Pastoral? Pastoral? Huh? Could this be it?" Anle clicked on it and took a look, her eyes regaining their sparkle.
"Ah, here it is, so this is where the land reclamation is done." Following the system's instructions, Anle proceeded with the land reclamation step by step.
Anle clicked on the little shovel icon above and manually controlled it to start digging holes in the wasteland on the interface. He was having a great time, just like playing a mini-game.
"Well, this is quite interesting, it's a bit like the QQ Farm game I played when I was a kid, but why does it feel so tiring?"
"Damn it, this is just a simple game, how come my back and arms are aching and my waist feels sore, I feel like I can't straighten up."
Having cultivated all the seven-colored land that needed to be cultivated, Anle rubbed his shoulders, panting as he finally realized something.
"Could this operation actually have an effect on my body? Is the strenuous work of digging holes really expending my physical strength?"
Oh well, the work is done and the fields have been cultivated!
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