On the day of awakening, he was kicked out of his family. Class F waste, farmer occupation.
Being penniless, I picked up an abandoned child. The child was holding his collar and couldn't pry it open.
"Were you thrown away too? Then let's go together."
He farms. Plant the radish of power, plant the fruit of talent, and plant the tree of the world that can resist the catastrophe.
The country wants to control him, other worlds want to harvest him, and conspiracy organizations want to destroy him.
He just kept planting. It was sown that my father died, my aunt lost her memory, and my comrades lost their arms and abilities. After planting, everyone asked him: Why are you still planting?
"Because my world is protected by me."
Those who have been abandoned by the world have planted the seeds of the whole world.
