Exiled in a Famine, I Stockpile Supplies in My Pocket Dimension to Support the God of War and His Family

Reborn in a famine-stricken exile settlement in the northern frontier, I find my scumbag father and stepmother trying to sell me for ration coupons? What a joke! My space is stocked with tens of thousands of tons of grain, fodder, and divine weapons. I'll make those wolves pay in blood! I encounter my dying God of War husband and three adorable children gnawing on snow. Clad in black-and-gold armor, I raise my blade to protect the kids: "Your mother has a space. There's plenty for everyone!" I refine medicine to save my husband and tame wolves to build a warehouse. With a child in one arm and a blade in the other, I slaughter bandits. The God of War cherishes me beyond measure, and the exile settlement becomes a paradise!