Into the healing farming game

Day 2 of Spring

Carrying multiple tools?
Not so easy for the average person to do.

Hauling gathered items in bundles of 15?
Still doesn’t make things easier.

Carrying hundreds of rocks, trees, and bushes all at once?
Now, I wonder if that’s even humanly possible.

But in Starwind Valley, it is.
That’s why it’s called a game—because it bends reality.

Just after one day, I found myself longing for an bag (inventory) and a warehouse.
How could anyone travel with multiple tools, food, and ingredients without one?

Moreover, there is no warehouse at home right now, so the stones and trees I dug up lay scattered all over the farm.
All I managed in a single day was plowing, watering, and planting a few crops.
As for cleaning the yard and stuffing everything I’d gathered into the house?
Impossible to even imagine.

The bag—oh, how it used to be given so freely. Without it, life suddenly became impossibly inconvenient.
I had no bag before…

But not anymore.

“Ah.”

Waking up the next morning, I felt different.
New knowledge and memories flowed in, accompanied by the strange sensation of my brain heating up.

How to dig up trees more efficiently.
How to split stones.
How to use the bag.
How to build a warehouse.
How to cook, with a list of ingredients and methods.

The game’s experience system seemed to work like this, rewarding actions with knowledge.

It couldn’t have been more timely.
Just yesterday, I thought I wouldn’t survive on Earth.

“Wow, really…”

I reached into the air.
An axe, a hoe, a pickaxe—all were sucked into some invisible slot, and I could feel them there in the back of my mind.

“I should make a note of this… If I forget, I won’t be able to retrieve them.”

There were drawbacks to this system, sure, but the benefits far outweighed them.
My body felt refreshed, as if I had fully recovered. The importance of waking up rested couldn’t be overstated.
Without it, I might’ve spent today writhing in muscle pain.

When I stepped outside, traces of yesterday’s struggle were evident.
A few trees and stones had been cleared from the area in front of the house.
But what truly caught my attention were the crops.

Spring crops—water parsley and sugar carrots—grow in just four days.
Already, green shoots were breaking through the soil, showing off their vitality.
It was an incredible sight.

I pulled a watering can from the air and watered the soil, watching as the soil darkened under the water.
Farming here was blessedly simple. No need to worry about soil, fertilizers, or pests—just water and wait.

I picked up a fallen tree and tossed it skyward.
It broke down into manageable pieces, and the same happened with stone.
When the wood pile grew past 30, I imagined the warehouse I wanted to build.
The location? Right next to the house, for easy access.
Building it was as simple as drawing a blueprint in the air and inserting the wood.

“Hey.”

It had been worth the investment.
Surely, this was the best use of the initial funds.

Grass, trees, rocks—they all went into the warehouse.
Though my stockpile was still small, I had no doubt it would eventually grow into something vast.

Farm work done for the day—watering, building a shed, tidying up—I made a plan.
It was time to run to the beach.

Life in Starwind Valley, early on, is all about finding the money line.
For me, that line was fishing.

The irony? I’d never fished before.

I knew the way—through the village or down the forest path from the farm.
The village route was quicker, so I took that one.

Only once I’d walked for nearly an hour did I realize that what seemed like a short distance in-game was far longer in reality.

The soft sandy beach greeted my feet, and I paused to catch my breath.
A salty tang filled the air as the cool sea breeze brushed my face. In the distance, I spotted a man chewing on some grass.

He is called Uncle Maxim.
In-game, he had wrinkles and dull, black hair.
But here, in reality, he was a handsome man with glossy hair and smooth skin.
When a game becomes real, does everyone get a beauty upgrade?

“Oh, you must be the new owner of Rabbit Farm, right?”

“Yes, I’m Minho.”

“Nice to meet you, Minho. You into fishing?”

Maxim’s voice was clear and strong, despite the grass in the corner of his mouth.

“I’ve never tried it before, but I’m planning to start now.”

Maxim’s eyes gleamed.

“This is great news!”

Is this how an experienced player reacts to a newbie?
His usually monotonous voice seemed full of excitement now.

“Do you have a fishing rod?”

“No.”

“No problem, I’ve got plenty here. And bait, too! Do you know how to fish? No? Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Was he always this chatty?
I could’ve sworn in the game he’d just handed over the rod with a couple lines of dialogue.

Maxim smiled as he noticed my gaze drifting to his rough, calloused hands.
He handed me a fishing rod with a confident grin.

“Here, use mine. It’s a pretty good one.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! Your grandfather gave it to me, and I don’t think I’ll be able to pass it down myself. Besides, it’s a worthy investment in a future angler like you. The people in this village don’t really appreciate the joys of fishing.”

“Thank you.”

With a satisfying click, the silver rod fit into my hand.
I didn’t know much about fishing, but I could tell this wasn’t the default [Wooden Rod] from the game.

“Come, sit here. Fishing is the perfect hobby to pass time—both slow and soothing.”

Maxim’s fishing sermon continued until I caught my first fish.
Though my ears stung a bit from his endless praise, I listened carefully. Every piece of advice felt like it would become valuable.
And as someone who’d just been gifted a rod and bait, I wasn’t about to complain.

Knowing is better than not knowing, after all.

Suddenly, the rod stirred.
A thrill shot through my arms as I felt the resistance—a sharp tug pulling against me.
I quickly reeled it in, and out came a narrow, brown fish.

Was fishing supposed to be this easy? I turned to Maxim, dazed.

“Oh! A flounder! You’ve got quite the talent.”

The rod jerked helplessly in my hands, following the fish’s frantic flailing.
This was surprisingly fun, especially since it didn’t require the physical effort of chopping wood or mining.

“Isn’t it fun?”

“I think so.”

Maxim’s eyes twinkled with enthusiasm.
It was a little unnerving, but I didn’t show it. He had, after all, lent me his rod.

“If you catch more, sell them to me. I’ll give you a fair price.”

“Thank you.”

The float bobbed lazily in the water.
Ripples spread as the gentle waves rocked the shore. In the distance, white foam crashed against the wooden pier.

I waited, letting time drift by.

After about ten minutes, the rod jerked again, and I felt the familiar thrill as I reeled in another catch.
This time, a sleek, silvery fish—a herring, perhaps—came up.

Without much thought, I tucked it into my bag and cast the line again.

Fishing.
Another cast.
Fishing.

Catching the fish was satisfying, but the waiting….
Time felt limited, and spending so much of it fishing suddenly felt like a challenge in itself.

Night had fallen by the time I caught my 15th fish.
I massaged my aching arm as I stood, realizing how dark it had gotten.

Today’s haul had exceeded my expectations.
On average, one every 5-6 minutes. About 10 fish were caught per hour.
Even if you fish all day, if you catch about 30 to 40 fish in the game, it is considered a lot, but in reality, time is not limited, so the harvest is doubled.
Moreover, if you have the stamina to do it all night long, fishing can last longer than this.
I’d caught about 10 fish per hour, making a total of 122 fish, plus the two Maxim had given me.
A miraculous achievement. I felt proud of myself.

With unsteady steps, I trudged towards the farm, using the village street trees as a lighthouse.
I supplemented my energy by eating something consistently, but it was inevitable that I would lose stamina.

Both hands are light.
It looks like there’s nothing in it, but the bag is in abundance.

“One more lifesaver.”

Uncle Maxim and Anne had helped me more than I could ever repay.
Someday, when my farm flourishes, I’ll make sure to return the favor.

The path home was dark, but the moon and village lights shimmered softly.
I carefully stepped around the sugar carrots and water parsley in the yard as I entered the house.

Inside, the dim light of a magical lamp cast a warm glow.
After a quick wash in the bathroom, I laid my soaked body down on the bed.
Plans for tomorrow? What are you organizing? I don’t know. I’m sleepy.

Sleep came swiftly.

I wondered if I’d dream, and thankfully, I did.

A hologram hovered before my eyes.

[Mods Open]
[Tools]
[Dream Coin]

The hologram that shimmered before my eyes was proof of that.
Tools – Go to the economy section.
The tools function, which was defined as being able to sell items owned in the bag, fully revealed its grandeur.

“Let’s see… no display of individual prices?”

A bit of a letdown, but I sold everything anyway.
The soft jingle of coins filled my ears.

I already felt rich.
The total price for everything came to 5755 silver.
Converted to gold, it’s 57 gold and 55 silver.

A good start, but just a drop in the bucket.

[Mods Open]

I scrolled through the available options, and one caught my eye:
Industrialization—2 million G.

My stomach rumbled, not with hunger, but with ambition.
I stared at the most expensive mod item, my mouth watering at the thought of what it could unlock.
But just like they say, you can’t quench your thirst with a single sip.

I’d have to pace myself.

For now, 57 gold and 55 silver would have to do.