Into the healing farming game

Some BGM

1st day of spring

If you see the true ending, you can return home.
What are the conditions for a true ending?
When I enjoyed the game normally, I saw the ending around the 5th year.
That doesn’t mean it’s the true ending. If you roughly calculate the achievement level, it was around 30%.​

Despite my confidence in working very hard, I was told that I have to complete more than three times as much work before I can go home. Additionally, I wasn’t sure of how much longer it would take in a situation where the conditions are unclear.

They say that if you work hard, you can go home in at least 15 years.
It also means that if you don’t know the conditions, you will be stuck here forever.
​So, I need to try my hardest.
I have no intention of staying here for 15 years.

The same goes for the protagonist in the game. Because he was extremely busy, his stamina was often pushed to the limit early on. I should be in the same situation as well.
However, the main character was a person who woke up completely normal and acted with fully charged energy, and by repeating this every day, he reached the level of a superhuman.

It means that he is a being with great stamina and strong perseverance, which is very admirable.

I’m not sure if that applies to me though.

“Huh… Gasp.”

Puck-

puck-
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Will things progress or not?

The ax, slick with sweat, was thrown into the tree, making it appear pale.

My wrists are tingling and my palms have turned red.

My head is spinning. My sweat-soaked clothes cling to me, adding to the uncomfortable dampness.

If this were a game, the lush bushes, trees, and stones on the farm—things I would have easily dealt with by clicking the mouse—now felt like insurmountable walls. A supreme barrier that could not be overcome.​

Why did I finally realize that cutting down a healthy tree requires hundreds or thousands of ax strikes?

This is especially true even though I tried to go with a moderate thickness, gave up, and then moved to a thinner one.

The main character who knocked it down with an ax a dozen times was from a different level, to begin with.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto the floor, sprawled out, not caring about the dust that clung to me.

The trees stood with their bark stripped, and the bushes had been neatly cleared away.

I have no idea how much time has passed.

There’s probably a clock back at the house, but I don’t even have the strength to walk that short distance to check it.

Exhaustion.

I was completely exhausted.

Games and reality are so different.

It was so different that I was able to understand in just one day that healing and such, were nonsense.

What was written in the letter was truly absurd.

Just because something can be said with words doesn’t mean it’s true.

“I’m hungry. It’s hard.”
I burst out laughing as I felt the hunger in my stomach.
A game was meant to be a game.
I have never once seen the main character eat food because he was hungry.
The only time I eat is to fill up my energy or get buffs.

Was the main character of the game, who rested in bed in the beginning, recovered his stamina in the sauna, and went to work constantly to gain extreme profits, really a human being?

Real-life protagonists were never this weak.
I have to eat, and I lose energy quickly.
I cling to my fading consciousness, relaxing my body.
As I was in a state that was no different from fainting, I felt a shadow blocking the stinging sunlight.

“Hi?”

At the sound of the extremely refreshing voice, I tried to turn my neck and open my eyes, which were coated with wood dust.

“Uh…”

What I saw was a stunning blonde woman.

In the game, she would have been a 2D character with crude graphics, but in reality, she appeared as a strikingly beautiful person.

She had a familiar, yet unfamiliar appearance.

​”You’re Minho, right? I’m Anne. I heard you moved into the farm, so I came by out of curiosity.”

Minho. My name remains the same. My thoughts return to simplicity. With my body exhausted, my mind drifts as well.

She was beautiful.

Instead of an answer, such a simple sentiment was the first to come to mind.

Nice to meet you.
Well, now that I’ve moved in, let’s get along.

I wanted to offer a proper greeting, but the words that tried to emerge were swallowed by my fatigue and confusion.
All that came out were a few faint, barely coherent sounds.

“Okay…”

“Is it very difficult?”
I responded to that question by simply nodding my head.

“Heh. That’s good. I brought you a drink that’s good for recovery. Would you like a drink?”

Likewise, I responded with a nod.
Bright yellow juice, full of freshness, filled my field of vision.
Even before I could say thank you, my hand instinctively reached for the juice.
It was only the weight of one drink, but my hands were shaking.
I poured so much juice into my mouth that it felt more like I was drinking from a fountain.
It was the water of life.
Anne had become my lifesaver.

Amazingly.

After just a small sip of the beverage, my body began to feel energized.
I felt a shiver of excitement at that fact and gave a heartfelt greeting to Anne, my lifesaver.

“Thank you.”

“I was just curious who the new person was.”

“You are my lifesaver.”

​Anne smiled brightly at my words.

The smile was beautiful. Even excluding the added weight of a difficult situation, she had a smile that matched her beautiful appearance.

As she wiped her face with her roughly wet sleeve, Anne’s skin shimmered whiter in the reflected sunlight.

“I’ll stop by often. Next time, let’s meet in a more normal state.”

“Okay.”

I laid my body back down on the floor after getting up to drink it.
A sound was heard and dust rose.
The feel of the rough floor reaches my head.
I slightly turned my head and looked at the scenery of the farm.

Tree. Rock. Tree. Rock. Bush. Bush. Bush. Bush. Tree. Rock. Rock. Rock. Tree. Tree.
Tree. Bush. Tree. Bush. Bush. Rock. Bush. Tree. Rock. Tree. Rock. Tree. Tree.

Following where my gaze was directed, Anne’s eyes also moved.

“Hmm… Yes. I know that you are sincere…”

“It’s not that I want to be sincere.”

“Cheer up.”

“Thanks.”

Was there an event like this originally?

I’m not sure. Anyway, it was like a sweet rain in a drought.

Anne left.

Now that I had the strength to start working again, I forced myself up.

Should I really search through the town’s trash cans?

I never thought the power of just one drink could be so great.

I can’t even think about human dignity or anything like that because it’s so hard and exhausting.

After thinking seriously a few times, I grunted and shook my head.

There is a high risk of being caught, and it is not polite to the man who occupied the trash can first.

“Should we only do it in the morning?”

I trudged up and dusted off my clothes.
I didn’t really care if the dust went into my mouth or nose.

“I have to go back to work.”

Pop-

Pop-

I started again with the ax that I’ve used hundreds of times.
Even if I die from muscle pain tomorrow, my goal is to cut one more tree.
Even if it means getting sick and dying, I have to do it anyway.
If you want to eat, live, and go home, you have to do that.

Muscle pain?
I don’t care. Tomorrow’s me will handle that.
At least at this moment.
I’m a sturdy young man armed with determination and courage.

*
“I need to pick up the fishing rod from Uncle Maxim tomorrow. He’ll give it to me, right? Can I just stop by the beach?”

My whole body aches.
It’s throbbing, and there’s no place that doesn’t hurt.
My arm aches when I hold the pen.
My legs hurt when I move.

When I try to sit, my stomach aches, and when I attempt to eat, I have no appetite.

Not that there’s anything to eat anyway.

Fortunately, darkness fell on the first day.
I looked at the clock; it was just after 7 p.m.
Originally, I would have worked past 1 a.m. on the first day.
I chuckled bitterly at the stark difference between the game and reality.

A game day lasts 24 hours.
Time is measured in ‘seasons,’ without separate months.
Each week has 7 days, and there are 8 weeks per season, making a total of 56 days.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter each last 56 days. While it differs from Earth’s calendar, the concept is similar, so it’s not too difficult to grasp.

Unlike on Earth, I wonder if crops grow slower with shorter days. However, the land of Starwind Valley is special, and the crops have been enhanced through magic. Some can be grown and harvested in just 4 days—like the ones I planted today.

Sigh

How else am I supposed to make money?

A black pen hovers over the notepad filled with schedules and plans.
Gold (G) and Silver (S).
What was once just in-game currency has now become my reality, the money I need to survive.
In reality, there’s no convenient system where the village chief shows up every night to collect crops.

How to make money? Well.
The gap between reality and games confuses me.

Fishing.
Cooking.
Mining.
Battling.
Farming.
Gathering.
Exploration.
Products.
Magic.
Achievements.

Everything, right down to the warehouse and bag(inventory) systems.

I didn’t have anything.

The main reason I couldn’t clean up the messy yard was that we lacked bags and a warehouse to store the wood and stones.

More than anything, it was crucial to understand why logging was done midway through the process.

On the first day, the primary goal is to gather wood to build a warehouse and to explore the village for useful items. But crafting the warehouse is impossible at this stage, and carrying a large number of collected items is also unfeasible.

So, is cutting down the tree the end of the line?

No.

I had to split the fallen trees into manageable pieces, but my contemplation of their purpose quickly turned into a futile exercise. I found myself asking: Why did I cut down the trees in the first place?

I don’t even expect the fishing minigame to be available. For cooking, you need to follow recipes and ingredients and do the cooking yourself, without any utensils. The mining efficiency is likely to demand as much stamina as logging. And battling is even scarier—does an all-powerful doctor who can save you if you collapse actually exist in reality?

Gathering is better. However, it is difficult to convert it into money.
It is not appropriate to go to the beach and pick up oysters, clams, mussels, etc. and sell them.
Maybe it would be better to buy it as a gift and get some favors.

I tapped my pen on the table and scratched my head. The good news is that there’s a shower in the bathroom. Though, maybe I should have used real lake water to wash up.

Due to the nature of the game, it represents a modern civilization and a medieval one.
I felt grateful for this convenience. Bless the creators who made the bathroom civilized.

“Let’s sleep.”

I tried to stay awake and think clearly, but it was futile. My mind felt like a mental block, represented by a faint, scribbled black line on a page. Even that seemed elusive, mirroring my exhaustion.

I needed to rest and recover for tomorrow.

So, I lay down on the bed, ready to lose consciousness at any moment.

“What is this?”

[Welcome to the dream!]

In a pure white room, a message suddenly appeared.

[Select an item!]

[Mods Open]

[Tools]

[Dream Coin]

My fingers naturally traced the items written neatly in a concise font.
It was a choice based on my sense as a gamer and my instinct that there might be something there.

[Mods Open]

Professor. [700,000G]
Mini map. [500G]
Industrialization. [2 million G]
Additional bag expansion. [1,000G]
Increased work speed. [250,000G]
Warp device. [20,000G]
4 equipment slots. [10,000G]
8 equipment slots. [200,000G]
Smart spirit. [7,000G]
Higher quality. [75,000G]
More UI. [500G]
Additional crops. [8,000G]
Additional dishes. [8,000G]
Additional recipes. [8,000G]
Additional equipment. [25,000G]
Shortened production time. [55,000G]
Encyclopedia. [100,000G]
Additional magic. [32,000G]

“Oh. Wow.”

The exclamation came out of nowhere.
This is incredible.
A game system.
I guess there’s some hope after all.
Unfortunately, I don’t know much about modes.

I only added things I thought would be useful.
I’ve never been the type to delve deeply into game mechanics; I’m more of a casual player who enjoys the game in moderation, so I’m not familiar with these details.

Still, a smile crept across my face.
It was a blessing and a stroke of luck to have anything at all.
My finger, which had been idly scrolling through the modes, soon gravitated toward the Tools option.
[Tools]

[1. Equipment]

[2. Mineral]

[3. Skill]

[4. Enchant]

[5. Economy]

[6. Achievements]

[7. Cooking]

[8. Material]

[9. Unseal]

[10. Daily Life]

“Hey. Is there anything like this?”
If it’s like this, it’s worth doing.
Oh my god.

Was it because I instinctively sensed the immense benefit that a simple system could offer, causing a deity I didn’t even believe in to suddenly appear?

I pressed the buttons and browsed through the system items.
While there wasn’t much difference, many items had been added to reflect reality.
The warehouse was listed under Materials, the bag under Daily Life, and food under Cookings.

These were precisely the things I desperately needed. The prices seemed reasonable, and I was tempted to buy them immediately.
There were items scattered across the world that seemed highly useful if actually utilized.
I absorbed the information eagerly as if I had stumbled upon another world.
[Dream Coin]

[Current Dream Coins: 0]

[Current gold held: 500G]

[Currency exchange ratio: 1:1]

[All items except modes can only be purchased with Dream Coins.

Please spend wisely!]

“Okay. Thank you.”

It provided a way to survive.

I exchanged all 500G for Dream Coins.

“Give me a bag, warehouse, and food.”

Once you eat, you have to live.