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Chapter III: A Hoe With Stamina
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The moon passed slowly for James, as he failed to rest easy on the first night of his new world; covered in manure and with an entire planet of confusion weighing on his wooden frame, he contemplated the absurdity of his existence over and over. And the moonlight that seeped in through the cracks of the shed offered little solace to his absurdness. Yet, in the stillness of the night, he found himself hyperfocusing on the words of his newfound companions, well, except the part about Polly’s level one in butthole screwing.
Soon enough though, dawn broke, and a cast of warm glow began to set a fire off inside James. He felt a shallow pool of determination stir up within him. He might have been reincarnated as an instrument, a Superior Hoe to be exact, but that didn't mean he had to accept a life of despair and self-pity. No, he had a chance to make the most of this strange second chance known as an existence.
With newfound resolve, James started to hop and pivot on his handle. He even managed to shake off the remnants of manure and tested his sharp blade against the walls. It felt oddly satisfying, the sensation of digging a blade made of your own body into something, similar to digging one’s own nail into a cold stick of butter. At that particular moment, he realized that he had been given a unique opportunity to experience the world in a way he never had before.
"I may be a hoe, but I can be the best hoe this land has ever seen," James declared to himself.
He remembered the words of Mike and Polly, urging him not to give up hope and to make the best of his situation. He had a purpose now, a chance to prove himself, which prompted him to look deeper into his status.
Molly’s Blessing - Source of life essence and servility of will.
Taker of men - Chance to gain double experience with male targets.
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Everlasting strokes - Chance to redeem stamina upon hitting zero.
Devourer of old man juices - Gain random enhancements upon receiving male fluid.
James smacked his blade against the door in frustration and said, “These skills are so loony and vague, it’s driving me nuts, especially the blessing one.”
As James was about to wack his head on the door again, the shed door creaked open, which signaled the arrival of Johny Cocks.
The old farmer greeted him with a gummy smile and said, "Morning there, my trusty hoe. Ready to put some work in for me?"
James suddenly felt determined to show his worth, and eagerly replied, "Absolutely, Mr. Cocks. I’m ready to plow everything in sight!"
“At a boy, now let's get to it,” said Johny as he gripped James and headed to the field.
James needed to test some of his abilities and pay close attention to any changes in his stats; well, at least he tried to, as with each stroke, James felt a sense of fulfillment that he had never experienced in his previous life. The soil yielded to his blade, and the rows that he created showed the promise of a bountiful harvest to come. The sensation made his wood ripple as if he had goosebumps again. And with every swing, he slowly started to notice that his stats in Stamina and Suction seemed to aid him the most.
“Hey Johny, how much stamina do you have by chance? How do you keep going like that,” asked James.
Johny raised James up high and said, “I have no idea, but you can thank Mrs. Balls for all my stamina,” and he then slammed James down into the earth.”
James was worn out and Johny wasn’t even sweating, so he said, “Your stamina must be near a thousand! Or maybe you have a special feat? What’s your status say?”
“You mean those little blue boxes? I never learned to read, so there’s no point in lookin' at 'em,” explained Johny as he stopped and slammed James in the dirt.
James sputtered, and asked, “How-”
“I remember back in my day, I could plow a lot more than just a field. I could push through a bush with ease, and go from one to the next without resting. Ah the days,” said Johny as he tightened up his belt buckle.
Were these magical bushes by chance?” asked James.
You bet, the most magical bushes you could ever get your hands on… Hey well, look at the time, the sun is already nearing westward. I must hurry, Mrs. Balls and I have some extracurriculars to get to tonight. I trust you’ll find your way to the shed”
James said, “Uh, I’m still not all that great at hopping yet, can you wait-”
And Johny was gone, just like that, gone like the wind he was. Only a distal mirage of himself remained in place.
“Oh diddily…”
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