Global Lord: My Farmland Can Feed the World

The star gate is torn apart and all races are fighting. Others use war to plunder the land, but I alone guard an acre of fertile land. The growth system of all things is in hand, wheat ears can heal wounds, spiritual plants can repel enemies, red gold rice can lead to spiritual veins - my farmland is not a granary, but the foundation to feed the world. When the kings are fighting for an inch of land, I have borrowed hundreds of crops to open the altar of the God of Agriculture; when the flames of war burn the mountains and rivers, the vitality of my fields is weaving the lifeblood of the world. Lords fighting for hegemony? It's just a footnote to the expansion of my pastoral territory. With a hoe in my hand, I am planting not just crops, but the future of the entire world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.