Before rebirthing the holographic game and opening the server, I bound the [Farmer System]. The high-level players who tortured me in my previous life never dreamed that the epic dungeon they fought to steal was actually loosening the soil of my wheat field; the god-level BOSS they fought bloody battles with was just the watchdog of my vegetable garden. And I was sitting on the rocking chair in Novice Village, counting the fruits of their labor, and throwing the artifact seeds into the trash can.
