Lin looked at Bojo with a questioning gaze. He thought Bojo's system might work differently, but it was even worse than his; it didn't answer anything. This made Lin consider the situation carefully: maybe the system was designed this way, not to answer at all. Well, it was a good thing he knew this early on. He was also sure many others had systems; he wasn't the only one. Knowing that saved him from potential heartbreak in the future.
"Lin," came a hesitant voice, " Do you have that system thing? What does it actually do? Can it bring food without us lifting a hoof?" asked Bijo, curiosity all over his face.
"Nah," Lin answered. "But it'll make us strong enough that nobody dares mess with us."
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Somewhere inside the farm
A few yearlings had gathered together, worry etched on their faces. One of the bolder yearlings raised its voice sharply.
