Farming Games are All About Grinding

After another hour of digging, Han Qiwu was starting to feel a bit worn out. He hopped on the cable car to return to the first level of the mine and then exited the cavern.

Outside the mine, the rain had stopped. The night sky was speckled with shimmering stars.

Returning by moonlight, carrying a pickaxe.

Not a bad feeling at all.

When he got home, Han Qiwu went to the storage box to sort out his belongings, then sprawled comfortably in a lounge chair, enjoying the spring night’s gentle breeze.

So relaxing.

"It’d be so perfect if there was a hot meal waiting for me when I got home."

As if craving comfort during exhaustion were human nature, Han Qiwu was no exception.

Thanks to his extraordinary eyesight, even while lying on the chair, he could spot plenty of fish species in Hospital River that he had caught before—both freshwater and saltwater varieties. The fish were relatively common, though; no rare or magical types so far.

But this didn’t bother him—he was satisfied.

Why worry about anything else when just sitting at home could bring fish up to you? Who needs a bike?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"