Dressed as the weakest lop-eared rabbit in the world of beasts, I just wanted to lie down and work, but the whole clan begged me to take the throne!
I started in a barren wasteland, and the system forced me to farm and raise animals in exchange for snacks.
The wild vegetables I planted casually produced tens of thousands of catties per acre and became the legendary divine food?
The pheasant I raised casually evolved into the ancient divine bird Phoenix?
The clay oven I was cooking because I was lazy was actually offered as a sacred weapon?
Help!
I really just want to be a salted fish and eat hot pot!
Stop thinking about it, you beasts, get off me now!
