Everyone Cuts Grass to Survive: I Can See Rarity

Zhang Jian and everyone else in the world were transmigrated by a beam of light to a plain covered in weeds taller than people.

On this plain, if you wanted food, drink, or a little comfort, you had to use the only sickle you had left to cut down the weeds and get something from them.

But how could food and drink be enough?

Suddenly, light shimmered, and the weeds before Zhang Jian each turned a different color.

One swing of his sickle got him a bottle of water and a pound of beef jerky.

He spotted some pale blue weeds in the distance. One swing of his sickle, and they wouldn't budge. So he struck them twice, three times, four times...

A gleaming golden sickle appeared right before him, incredibly sharp and able to slice through the weeds with ease.

Golden Sickle: Extremely sharp, and increases its user's strength by ten percent. Its durability is exceptionally high, at one hundred percent. For someone as weak as you are now, this is a pretty good weapon. You could even call it overpowered. Don't lose it, since it's gleaming gold, after all!

What the hell? It even taunts me?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.