When other people traveled to another world, they were either gifted with extraordinary talents or possessed magical weapons, but I only got a "universal farm tool" and a weird system that "you can grow stronger by farming." When the eight "chosen brave men" summoned by the goddess were receiving blessings in the magnificent palace and preparing to defeat the devil, I was sweating profusely on the mudflats at the edge of the polluted forest under the scorching sun - clearing wasteland, retting fertilizer, and planting corn!
Others defeat monsters and upgrade, while he opens up wasteland and increases his attributes! Endurance? Pick up the hoe and cultivate the land day and night! Strength? Dragging a dung truck for ten kilometers! When the brave men were beaten by skeleton knights in the dungeon and doubted their lives, and were shrouded in the glory and lies of the goddess, my farm was expanding crazily with the help of two beautiful elf workers. Guano is gold, eggshells are treasures, fertilize, ripen, harvest... Sacrifice! His strength and endurance soared all the way in the fragrance of soil, breaking through the limits of mortals!
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Come on, every week, it starts with a classic every time
Come on, every week, it starts with a classic every time