Meanwhile, Tessa was fully convinced her farming system hated her in a deeply personal way.
Not normal hatred.
Not simple irritation.
No.
This evil thing genuinely enjoyed watching her suffer.
Because explain to her why, after days of sweating under the sun, planting crops until her back nearly snapped in half, and getting chased across the settlement by monstrous feather demons pretending to be chickens, the system still refused to reward her with anything useful.
Absolutely anything.
At this point, Tessa couldn't even remember the last time the system gave her something valuable.
A useful weapon?
No.
A proper cooking pot?
No.
Even a decent chair?
Still no.
Tessa folded her arms and glared into the air like it personally offended her.
"I deserve compensation."
Silence.
Nothing happened.
Not even a pity ding.
Tessa's eye twitched.
