In my last life, I worked 996 until I dropped dead. In this life, I just want to lie flat.
Chen Yan, a burned-out office worker, transmigrates into the body of the good-for-nothing fifth young master of Duke Kairen's household in the Blackrock Empire.
He can't cultivate battle energy or learn magic.
Even the territory assigned to him lies on the grounds of a legendary ancient necromancer, cursed so that everything planted there dies.
Barren hills, ruined villages, and ten households of villagers waiting for death.
No food, no fertile land, and every crop rots within three days.
Luckily, before he transmigrated, his grandmother left him a coffin-shaped pendant.
The first zombie crawls out:
Incredibly strong, but it walks with a comical, lopsided gait!
Bumping into walls, snapping hoes while digging, moving its arms and legs in sync as it walks...
Chen Yan's eyes light up:
No wages, no fatigue, and no social security contributions?
I want ten thousand employees like this!
Later...
The lopsided zombie corps works the fields, while a crooked-mouthed zombie watches the granary.
Nobles come to seize the land and get sent flying. The Church comes to investigate and gets sweet-talked into leaving.
An army of a hundred thousand from the Empire surrounds them...
Chen Yan waves lazily from his rocking chair:
"Just have the delivery squad cut off their supplies."
His steward, Lin Wei, closes the ledger:
"My lord, every nation on the continent wants you to be their sovereign."
Chen Yan rolls over:
"I'm not going. The wheat's ripe, and I have a harvest to bring in."
Farming matters more than uniting the continent.
It took him a whole lifetime to figure that out.
