In Terra, I Became a Hardcore Tough Guy

Putting aside the facts, can't you update 10 times a day?

Terra, this precious land, has a plethora of planetary-level disasters and one galactic-level one. Furthermore, its indigenous civilization still operates under a semi-feudal, semi-capitalist system of slavery, feudalism, and tribalism.

Amiya: I am his firstborn daughter. 😃Those days were the best time of my life. We lived together for 10 years, just him and me, father and daughter. 😄After finding me, he brought me out of the darkness of losing everything and placed me by his side. We spent a long time together. 😊For ten years, he only cared for and raised me. A bond formed between us, unbreakable. Stronger than the bond between him and his other operators, because none of them had spent as much time with him as I had. ☺️Ten years. Not long, I think. Ten years compared to ten thousand years is just the time it takes for a heartbeat. But even so, I still cherish that time. He taught me everything. 😇He gave me a ring and said I was his Sagittarius. 😌I clearly remember how proud the Doctor's eyes were, I heard the entire Rhodes Island softly calling my name. 😫

Fast forward to the scene where the protagonist knocks down the lumberjack with a stone.

I'll start writing as soon as I wake up; I'm not living the life of a pampered young master. #(Cute)#(cute)#(cute)

#(Cute) I really love this beginning. This is the only farming story on this site that can be written clearly and thoughtfully. Please don't cut it off!

(XP Analysis🥵) The Gemini Queen only looks mature on the outside. In reality, she is an artificial human, spent her childhood in a laboratory, and was a biological weapon that was artificially matured. Her psychological age is probably that of a half-grown child. Helena (the Black Queen) appears to be a gloomy, serious, and domineering mastermind 😎, but in reality, she's the type of mother who's cold on the outside but warm on the inside, pretending to be mature, and full of tolerance, like an underage (specifically referring to her psychological age) mother 🥹. When you hug her, Helena initially freezes, unaccustomed to someone so intensely intruding into her psychological safety space. Then, she'll clumsily try to comfort you by patting your head or gently holding you 🤱. This subconscious reaction stems from the insecurity she feels due to her own childhood trauma. While stroking you in her arms, she's actually soothing her own deep-seated anxieties 🫂 using a hard shell to protect her soft heart from harm, just as she often wears a military uniform in front of outsiders. Just like her outward appearance, after establishing a relationship, Helena will play the role of providing shelter in everyday interactions, but the role of seeking shelter in intimate moments. Coupled with her acquired aggressive personality, she might sit cross-legged on you, her long legs tightly binding you, her skin pressed against yours with a hungry intensity, burying her face in your neck, breathing in the familiar and reassuring scent of you. Her long, wavy, black hair cascades down, gently tickling your skin with the rhythm of her movements. At this moment, rationality has vanished, and she no longer cares about your feelings. Her wounded, animalistic instincts drive her to repeatedly demand the sense of security she craves. Her soft heart is revealed to you with a hardened posture, then she tightly envelops you with ruthless authority, like a cocoon tightly wrapping its core. While giving you a blissful, suffocating feeling, you will also helplessly realize that you probably can't escape her possessiveness. On the second day, in a formal setting, you stood side by side, neatly dressed, your impeccable demeanor suggesting a familiar superior-subordinate relationship. Her cold, hard exterior in front of others made it difficult to associate you with that. In the office, where no one else was around, she gently touched the purplish hickeys and even bite marks hidden under your collar on your neck, blaming herself for her overly aggressive treatment. Her lowered eyelids avoided your gaze, and her deep, husky voice assured you that she would control her desires that night. But when you saw the deep, unsettling look hidden in her expression, like a still pool, you knew that your kidneys were in for another rough night. Compared to the White Sheep, Helinmat has 7 advantages: Black hair resembling Chinese features, wins; guaranteed combat power, wins; dark gothic and mature woman with black lipstick, wins; might be the woman who could become my mother (Char. Jpg), wins; a cute contrast between cold exterior and warm interior, wins; reliable appearance, but actually a bit naive and adorable, wins; looks like the Witch King Helhun Zoron (in the Ark Emperor category, and the Black-haired Succubus category), wins.

Good-looking and I love watching

It's advisable not to ignore the objective transportation and communication difficulties in various cities of Terra, as well as the existence of wastelands. Both the previous book and this one are a bit too "globalized." Writing a book may be convenient, but it feels like it lacks a certain profound, soul-stirring quality.

In a world with supernatural powers, is it really possible to pursue a political path when one has little power of one's own?