36. Smallville: Humanoid Self-Propelled Light Bulb
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One thing that's better about the mine here than the desert mine is that as long as the player has cleared a number of floors that are multiples of five, the next time he can go directly down from the mine elevator to the multiple floors.
Aria took the elevator all the way down to the gray layer. The layer was dark and there was a faint dark mist flowing in the air. The farmer took out the steel light sword from the inventory and held it across in front of him, moving forward with a very cautious posture.
This is the territory of bats and stone golems. Bats live in high places and will rush up behind the player and try to attack after hearing a sharp cry. Stone golems are humanoid creatures wandering in the dark. They usually hide in the walls and will attack the farmer from behind if he is not careful. They are the most insidious species that are good at sneak attacks.
She forgot to bring torches when she went down the mine, so the farmer used a hoe to chisel several of them from the wall of this level of the mine and took them away. The torches in the game are eternal, and they are very environmentally friendly whether used as decoration or as a light source. But it would be even better if she could get the Ring of Glory when she blew up the mine this time - with the ring on, she can move freely in any dark environment, and she herself will be a humanoid self-propelled light source.
Bats screamed from the darkness. The mine was very large. Aria moved her ears and clearly heard the screams coming from far away.
She continued to explore the mine as if unaware, preparing to find a vein with a dense distribution of copper ore and use two or three bombs. When the bat came close to the farmer's attack range, flapping its wings and opening its mouth to bite, Aria drew out the steel rapier and slashed at the bat fiercely!
The flying bat screamed and its altitude dropped a lot in an instant. Aria took advantage of the situation and leaped up, slashing at it twice. The bat wailed with three neat cuts on its body and fell to the ground, turning into a bat's wing.
She was now a little scared of people who looked like bats, but fortunately these were just ordinary bats. Aria squatted down, picked up the pair of bat wings and put them into her backpack. She still had to make a batch of lightning rods before summer so that she would have enough battery reserves to make other things.
With her mind full of matters concerning farm construction, the farmer no longer felt the eerie atmosphere as she advanced through the dark fog. When she encountered a blind stone demon who insisted on finding her on the way, Areya easily killed him with a single blow of his sword. Sometimes, if she was not careful, she would be scratched by the monster and lose some blood. The farmer would then take out some white algae he had harvested and eat them with a few splatters of water. Apart from the strange sticky texture, Areya could not detect any other flavors.
But being able to recover blood is a good thing. The farmer threw the last bit of fallen white algae into his mouth without caring and continued to walk deeper into the mine.
Passing through the narrow and deep winding passages of the mine, the farmer stopped at a rocky area and took out her bomb.
The bombs in Stardew Valley are quite simple to use. Just place them where they need to be blown up, click them, and retreat out of the explosion range in time. No construction permits or safety helmets are required. You just need to memorize the ranges of different types of bombs.
...Of course, it doesn't matter even if he can't remember. When the farmer was halfway through his run, the heat wave from the explosion behind him caught up with him. He didn't have time to dodge and was affected by the small wave. The farmer's overalls on his back, which were impervious to water and fire, were burned with blisters.
——If she didn't run out of the explosion range, she would only lose some blood. She had no sense of pain, so there was no need to worry about this minor injury.
The rocks and copper ore shattered into small pieces with an explosion. The farmer ran over and swept all the resources into his backpack. Now that the backpack was empty, the thrifty Aria stuffed almost everything into it.
What is this? Tear crystal, pick it up. What is this? Crystal ball, pick it up. What is this? Cave carrot, pick it up.
After filling up the first row of her inventory with odds and ends, Aria successfully picked up the slingshot on the reward floor.
In previous saves, the farmer had always found the slingshot useless. Her aim wasn't great, and it always felt off when used against monsters. But the slingshot had another use—everyone in Pelican Town was so kind to her, and she'd never considered using it to play a trick on them. This time, things were different. More weapons meant more protection against treacherous NPCs. Aria examined the slingshot carefully, several possible uses already popping up in her mind. She decisively placed it on the bottom shelf of her backpack and continued her climb down the ladder that emerged from the mine on the right.
The mine ecosystem has always been relatively complex, with several different mineral formations transitioning from the surface to the surface. If an expert could research this topic, he might even write a book titled "A Brief Account of Mine Ecosystems" that would shock the academic world. Unfortunately, there was only one farmer here, a farmer with a distinctly rustic air. In her eyes, the entire mine was roughly divided into two categories of resources: those that could be used, and those that could be used later. Monsters were also divided into three categories: those that dropped good stuff, those that dropped average stuff, and those that were of the same species as Krobus but could be fought.
However, choosing a lucky day to go down the mine to blast mines is always better than any other time. The farmer blasted every mine he saw along the way. Not only did he blast out a lot of copper, gold and iron ores, he also found a small shining ring and a magnet ring in a box in a remote corner!
Here we have to mention the greatest invention in history - the multi-ring MOD. This means that as long as she wants, the farmer can put all the rings she finds on her hands, and when she covers her face and cries in the future, she can low-key show one hand of rings and enjoy the effects brought by different rings.
The magnet ring freed her hands, and the farmer couldn't help but laugh. If Black Mask hadn't been so abominable, she would have written him a letter of praise for his voluntary donation of explosives, which had really helped her a lot!
…
Martha came back in the sunset.
Clark heard the noise before she appeared in the dusty driveway in the broken pickup truck. He tacitly took out a water pipe from the warehouse and connected it to the faucet in the yard, preparing to repair the pickup truck after parking it. He worked as a handyman in a repair shop when he was traveling around in his early years, so he was quite good at this kind of work.
Martha said she was going to the market to do some shopping, but actually she was going there to relax.
Clark Kent has a terribly busy job at the Daily Planet, and it's not easy for Perry to grant Kent such a long vacation so that he can stay in Smallville all the time - he came back this time mainly to inform his mother of another piece of news.
My mother doesn't usually care about sports news, but she has been collecting what he wrote - she bought paper newspapers and cut out and collected all the news releases he participated in writing, from a thin piece to a booklet. She is the most loyal reader of reporter Clark from beginning to end.
Therefore, Martha knew her son's "reluctance" better than anyone else.
Smallville produced a journalist, and a cultured person grew up in the land. This is something that people are proud of whenever they talk about it. Even when Clark met his history teacher, Ms. Swann many years later, she was pleased with his career plan and thought it was a "decent and promising" high-paying job.
But Kent didn't do it for this - after looking at the world from an ordinary person's perspective and experiencing the world as a superman, he increasingly felt that Kal-El was not omnipotent.
Superman can save a plane from crashing into a building, but he can't solve the real international cause of the incident. He can block bullets shot at children, but he still can't hide his confusion when faced with the education and hunger problems of children in poor areas.
Jor-El chose Earth as his second home, saying, "You must shoulder the responsibility of guiding mankind and become the bridge between Krypton and Earth."
But seeing such a planet from information is different from actually feeling it.
He first lived as Clark Kent for more than ten years before he found his Kryptonian name again. Even he himself often felt that the name was a foreshadowing that he would start his life with a dual identity, and it was also a revelation of his attitude towards the problems on Earth - as Superman, he spread hope to mankind on behalf of the El family, and as Clark Kent, he believed that people would eventually unite and learn to help each other, and Superman would no longer be needed.
A conscientious journalist and his truth are undoubtedly a mirror for human self-examination. He will criticize current ills, truthfully reflect the filth and ugliness of society, and force people to examine their own morals and souls again and again.
Entering the industry with such an ideal... Clark Kent, a young man from a small town, wrote event reports on the sports section for two years.
It's not that Perry is partial or anything. If you have to find a reason, it can only be that the baby ship carrying Kal-El arrived on Earth a little late - traditional paper media has been greatly impacted by the Internet, and the dizzying flow of information has simply given newspapers a cold shoulder.
The times demanded that they speed up the production of news that could stimulate dopamine and grab the audience's attention, otherwise they would be eliminated. Groups like Lex Luthor were quite happy to see this happen, because the next time an illegal experiment scandal broke out, they could use more eye-catching entertainment news to cover it up, which was a very profitable business.
The pickup truck's engine stopped, and Clark withdrew from his wandering thoughts. He smiled at Martha who opened the door and got out of the car: "Mom, you're back."
The opportunity to become a war correspondent is quite rare. He made up his mind to go when he submitted his application and competed with his colleagues. He returned to Smallville these two days after fighting the fire, actually just to get some support from his family.
Just like what he agreed to do many years ago to go into space alone to find his homeland, Superman does not need a body without weaknesses, he needs an indestructible anchor to the earth - and such an anchor is usually made of love.
There are traces of time at the corners of Martha's eyes. Time has not only made her more insightful, but also given this mother the superpower to know what her child is going to say just by looking at him.
Without saying a word, she instructed Kent to unload the corn fertilizer from the back of the pickup truck. She patted his now muscular arms before speaking with a rather nostalgic tone, "How strange..."
"I always thought you were still a tiny little thing, running around in the fields with the cape I made for you draped behind you. Your hair and clothes were all messy in the wind, and you probably caught some grass stalk somewhere. I never thought you'd grown so big now."
Clark was a little embarrassed. After all, he had been an adult for a long time: "Mom..."
What has she been watching recently? Why is she suddenly so sentimental?
Clark originally wanted to tell Martha about his work plan in general and assure her that she didn't have to worry about her safety at all. Now it seems that the situation is getting weirder and weirder, as if he has just left home for the first time as an adult.
Fortunately, Martha didn't continue to pursue the topic, otherwise she would have harvested a super-large red tomato in no time. She simply returned to the living room with Kent, motioned for him to sit down for a moment, put on her reading glasses, and picked up the half-finished crochet hook. "How long do you plan to be gone?"
Clark became stiff. He tucked his long legs under the chair, his hands resting obediently on his lap. He answered whatever Martha asked, "At least half a year, at most a year. But don't worry, as long as you call me, I'll hear you and rush back no matter where I am."
Martha shook the ball of yarn. The half-finished product was now vaguely recognizable as a long strip, its width gradually lengthening under her nimble fingers. "That's not what I meant to say."
When she saw the baby spaceship, she knew her child was no ordinary person—he wasn't just Martha and Jonathan's child, but would become the world's child. Therefore, every time before letting go, Martha prepared herself mentally to accept any choice her child made.
…She was just still a little worried that the world wouldn't treat Clark Kent as patiently and gently as she treated her children.
This is probably what a mother's heart is like. She wants him to grow up outside, but she doesn't want the world to give him too many hardships and tests.
Martha didn't express these concerns. Superman's mother shook the unfinished product in her hand again - now it can be seen that it is a scarf.
"...If you can't come back until winter because of work, remember to fax me your address." She said casually, "I'll mail you this winter scarf."
Clark was stunned. It was difficult to describe the complex feelings of helplessness and happiness in words. He smiled a little complicatedly: "...Thank you, Mom, but I can promise you that I will be back on time this Christmas."
Martha glanced at him and said, "...it would be great if you could bring your girlfriend back for Christmas."
Kent appeared calm and composed, but secretly, he was sweating profusely. Perhaps every child had to go through this process, except that Kryptonians hadn't yet developed adequate defenses against Martha's attacks. "Haha, haha, let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later."
If he had known that the topic would end up like this, he would have secretly gone to the war zone on his own.
…
Clark had only spoken to a few friends in the journalism industry about his war correspondent career. Firstly, most people didn't know about his secondary identity, and knowing the news inevitably worried about his safety in the war zone. Secondly, he simply didn't know how to bring it up. He couldn't possibly tell Aria, "I'm going to be a war correspondent," the moment she walked in with strawberries this morning. That would have seemed like flaunting his status, which was completely contrary to his original intention.
But if he really left without saying goodbye, Clark felt that the farmer who often visited would be angry with him for a long time when he thought about hearing the news from Martha - after all, this was not something that friends would do.
After struggling for a long time, Clark still couldn't come up with a suitable solution until night fell.
Perry gave him three days to prepare, so Clark still had two days to complete the task. However, the farmer's whereabouts were often unpredictable, and she might find another dangerous part-time job and leave the farm in the next two days. It was better to deal with any problems as soon as possible.
Clark was sitting by the window staring at the night light when a brilliant idea came to him.
Oh, and you can send her a message!
Things that are difficult to explain face to face can be expressed clearly in words. Even in a war zone, messages can be sent when the signal is good. If Aria encounters any bad guys again, he can give her advice on the other side of the earth and do his best to defend the interests she deserves.
Thinking of this, Clark happily stood up and took out his phone to look for Aria's phone number. However, he looked through the list starting with A for three times and still couldn't find the farmer's phone number.
The young reporter was a little petrified. His brain quickly reviewed all the memories of the two people's past and came to a horrible conclusion -
He actually forgot to ask Aria for her phone number.
The farmer seemed to have a special magic power. When staying with her, it was always easy to be involved in the logic of pastoral idyll. Clark Kent almost subconsciously believed that the farmer would ride her black horse to the house of whoever she wanted to chat with and bring gifts to that person, and then ride the pony back after the chat. She lived a very free and easy life, forgetting that she was also a person living in the modern world and must have some modern devices - at least she should have a mobile phone.
The original plan was ruthlessly broken, and Clark had to consider some idyllic ways of communication. Should he also follow Aria's example and visit her farm tomorrow, or at least write her a handwritten letter, writing down everything he wanted to say in it?
At his speed, he could finish writing it tonight and fly to the farmer's house to drop the letter in her mailbox that same evening.
Just as Clark made up his mind to implement his plan, he heard a faint rustling sound in the cornfield facing the window - it was not the sound of the wind he was used to hearing, nor was it the sound of mice moving around in the farmland. It sounded more like someone was working in the field.
Moreover, the heartbeat frequency was very similar to that of humans - boom, boom, boom, the frequency was slow and normal. It sounded like this person had no guilty conscience at all and walked into the cornfield very calmly.
Clark put the letter aside for the time being, opened the skylight, and jumped directly from the second floor in the dark night, landing lightly on the ground - he wanted to see what this man was going to do.
It would be difficult to find someone in such a vast cornfield, but he is Superman after all. His super hearing and super vision can help Clark Kent catch criminals in a country, not to mention this cornfield that is not even half his height. He found the other person's position almost instantly.
…and then realized there was absolutely no need to use his super powers.
Because the "thief" didn't even turn off the light, and was squatting in the cornfield digging the soil with a dim light but enough to illuminate the surroundings.
Seeing the back clearly, Clark was a little amused. To avoid scaring her, he didn't pat the farmer's shoulder from behind, but walked around to her front: "...Aria."
Aria didn't feel guilty about being caught doing something bad. She squatted and looked up. After seeing it was him with the fluorescent light from the Radiance Ring, she was so happy that she felt like she had caught free labor. "Clark! You came at the right time."
She shook the iron sprinkler in her hand: "I'm setting up the sprinkler I just smelted. I feel relieved when you come - there's still half an hour until two o'clock, and I'm in a hurry to go back to bed!"
After saying that, the farmer motioned for him to stretch out his hand and placed a dozen brand new sprinklers in his hand. "After installing these, Martha won't have to water the plants herself every few days. Place one every two grids horizontally. Once you've finished these, your mission for today is complete and you can go back to sleep!"
After explaining the precautions, Aria, like Mr. Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland who was checking his pocket watch and rushing to the party, patted the dirt on his hands and body and trotted a few steps in one direction. Her jet-black pony was waiting not far away. The farmer patted the horse's head, jumped on it, and rushed home.
Her voice rippled with the bumps of the horse, sounding eerie in the night: "It's almost two o'clock! I can't delay any longer, I have to go home and sleep! Good night Clark!"
"Wish you a sweet dream!"
The farmer's voice faded into the distance, leaving Clark, inexplicably burdened with a new mission. He glanced at the iron sprinkler in his hand and wondered if he had fallen asleep, thus dreaming of such an imaginative plot and a farmer who could glow in the dark.
...Does she know that she really looked like a light bulb spirit just now?
…
Smallville, six in the morning.
The farmer, who went to bed at the limit of 1:58, woke up refreshed. She guessed that Clark must have installed all the iron sprinklers yesterday, so she went straight to the inbox to check today's emails.
Sure enough, Lewis would not ask her for help only once, he soon wrote to her again.
Dear Aria:
Thank you for the escort service you provided me last time. It allowed me to do what a good mayor needs to do and contribute to a better Gotham.
This time, I want Gotham to have reasonable tax revenue to support infrastructure and crack down on some tax evasion (you should know that such shameful things will not happen in Pelican Town), so I still need your help.
When you're ready, you can find me at City Hall.
Lewis
Come to life!
The farmer put away the letter and went back to her room to open the box and check her equipment. Learning from her previous experience, she would definitely be fully prepared to complete her mission in Zuzu City this time!
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I feel much better now. Thank you for waiting for me. (Bow
Please be careful when going out during this period, as the flu seems to be back.
Aria now glows (
Unimportant Stardew Valley Knowledge: Slingshots can be used to shoot at annoying NPCs
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided me with nutrient solution between 2024-07-26 20:59:41 and 2024-07-31 23:56:33~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 1 for Zhai Zhai;
Thanks to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: Mumu Tang (103 bottles); Naive (28 bottles); Yilin Yimu (20 bottles); Naming Is So Hard, Master, Uncle, Disciple, Hero, Verity (12 bottles); Hun'an (10 bottles), Pandadaa (10 bottles); Bulu Bulu (8 bottles); Gu'er (6 bottles); Platinum x2, Little Prince Ran (5 bottles); Yunsheng (4 bottles); Chicongjun (2 bottles), Fried Osmanthus Crisps, Ilzah (2 bottles); Blue & Sky (10 bottles), Comparing Lifespans with Luo Xiaohei (Unexpected), Jingci (1 bottle), Pharmacist Sunbathing on Mount Tai (1 bottle), Chocolate Sandwich Cat (10 bottles), Gu Bai (1 bottle), Shadow., Qique (1 bottle);
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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