Sara transmigrated to a completely unfamiliar world, where the people called the land Ionia.
The scenery was magnificent, and all living things were at peace.
Life moved at a leisurely pace.
It was quiet and cozy.
The people of Ionia had little desire for material things. There were no dazzling consumer goods, no exploitative capitalists, and no workers trapped in a cutthroat rat race.
Sara loved life here. She spent her days growing vegetables,
working from sunrise to sunset and returning home at dusk.
In her free time, she took her friends' little niece, Irelia, to gather wild vegetables and mushrooms in the forest, or to the fishery to pick up a few live fish gifted by nature spirits.
Sara thought she would live out her life in peace,
just like any other Ionian.
Until one day,
the System awakened.
Could she gain more years of life by lying flat and slacking off, while staying young forever?
As long as she had years left to live, was it impossible for her to die?
She could fall off a cliff and be blown back up to the summit, or have a ruffian suffer a sudden heart attack and collapse just as he swung his battle axe at her?
A one-hundred-percent survival rate?
Great!
Time to lie flat!
