After returning from rebirth, my sworn enemy husband and I were bound to the farming system at the same time.
His system calmly issued a task: "Create a hundred acres of wasteland and reward hybrid rice."
My system dinged cheerfully: "Save a refugee and unlock high-yielding potatoes!"
We disliked each other but had to work together to build farming infrastructure on our way out of the desert.
Until the enemy troops came to the border, I took out the weapon blueprints rewarded by the system.
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Has Madam hidden enough?"
The army of millions of refugees behind them roared in unison: "I am willing to fight for my benefactor!"
