At one thirty in the morning, my eyes were almost unable to open, yet I was still staring at the network panel of the browser developer tools, manually intercepting the 400th WebSocket packet that ended with "action: 'water_crop'". Just at this moment, the pixelated little character on the screen, which looked terribly rough, had just exhausted its last bit of health and was lying there motionless. The block explorer for the Ronin chain was quiet, with no ripples at all, but my local terminal's Python log was scrolling so fast that it couldn't stop. I was staring at a floating-point number in the log that could directly determine the drop rate of the premium pumpkin, and suddenly I felt that the underlying logic of this broken game was actually quite interesting.